The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Chapter Twenty Four

Inspiration!

Yan Chuan led Meng Wenruo, Wang Jian, and Miao Miao all the way south, but after going south, he did not find Meng Rongrong and his party.

"Holy King, maybe they changed directions halfway!" Meng Wenruo frowned.

"Changed direction? You said that the goddess Zhichen once said that women enter first and men enter last, two years apart?" Yan Chuan frowned.

"Yes, the minister is also puzzled. What is the difference between men and women? Besides, there is no ordinary thing in this world?" Meng Wenruo shook his head.

"Then find the other nun first!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"Ok!"

Long Nian was turning around, looking for a female sister.

But in the past few days, there was no female cultivator.

"The female cultivators have disappeared? I remember that for more than a year, I didn't say that there were tens of thousands of female cultivators, but they weren't there anymore?" Meng Wenruo asked in surprise.

"Stop!" Yan Chuan suddenly stopped.

"expensive!"

Ssangyong stopped abruptly and Yan Chuan looked up at the sky.

It is still a bright moon hanging in the sky.

"For so many days, the full moon has been hanging high in the sky?" Yan Chuan narrowed his eyes to look at the bright moon in the sky.

Wang Jian stared in his eyes: "Indeed, Holy King, there is something wrong with the moon. In the outside world, the sun and stars mean perfection. Unless the sky dog ​​eclipses the sun and other giant elephants, the sun star will always be perfect. But the lunar star is different. , The moon must be cloudy and clear. But it has been many days since we came in, and the moon has been full. It's not right!"

"Ang!" Qisha suddenly shouted in front.

"Holy King, it was not Yuehua that the moon shed! Instead, there was a trace of scorching heat." Qisha immediately pleased.

"Ang!" On the side, Long Wu showed a trace of contempt at Qisha's ingratiation.

Qisha rolled his eyes at Long Wu, you idiot, still can't tell the situation.

"This silver moon is not the moon, but the sun eroded by evil!" Yan Chuan's expression moved.

"The sun?" Meng Wenruo frowned and looked at the sky in surprise.

"Go, go to the sun!" Yan Chuan called.

"Ang!" Shuanglong answered.

As everyone responded, a loud noise suddenly rang from the north.

"boom!"

A loud noise caused an earthquake in all directions.

"Something happened in the north?" Meow was surprised.

Yan Chuan glanced at the north, shook his head and said, "Go to the sun!"

"expensive!"

Ssangyong rushed towards the sun while pulling Long Yin.

For ten consecutive days, Yan Chuan and his entourage flew rapidly toward the sky.

The sun hangs there, doesn't move at all, it's coming soon.

Stopped far.

The group stared at the scene in surprise.

The sun is golden, but, on the periphery of the sun, there are transparent figures flying around. The figures are blue and black, quickly orbiting the sun.

Many, endless figures.

"Devil?" Meng Wenruo's expression changed.

"Wow!" "Roar!" "Boom!"………………

The endless demon roared horribly, spinning around the sun quickly, endlessly, which also caused it to look silvery when looking at the sun from the ground below.

"Roar!"

A demon seemed to spot Yan Chuan and his party, and rushed toward Yan Chuan and his party.

"Ang, the Demon King!" Qisha screamed and backed away.

But for an instant, the demon seemed to be sucked back to the vicinity of the sun by a force of suction, spinning around the sun frantically.

"Devil? How come there is here?" Meng Wenruo asked in surprise.

"The heavenly demons confuse the cultivator's character, and many of these heavenly demons are actually the Heavenly Demon Kings. The power of the Heavenly Demon Kings is even stronger, and there are even hundreds of millions in front of them!" Wang Jian said in a deep voice.

"The devil is a thing that fears the sun, so it surrounds the sun at this moment? Aren't you afraid of the sun burning?" Yan Chuan frowned.

Looking inside through some gaps, sure enough, inside, countless demons were burned to death by the sun, but this day demons seemed to be endless, appearing strangely from the void, and the demons would never end!

The strange scene made Yan Chuan frown slightly.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Long Nian.

A slightly rickety old man, the old man is transparent, a little like a demon. But it was not as fierce as the demon, but looked at the people extremely kindly.

"Another guest is here, haha! The old man is polite!" The old man bowed to Yan Chuan and his party.

"Who are you?" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"You can call me'the old man of Baishan', I am the person who guards the Inspiration Palace for the goddess Zhichen! It has been almost a million years, so many people have come in this time!" The old man smiled.

"The Hall of Inspiration? Where is the rumored place for five hundred heavens?" Meng Wenruo showed a hint of surprise.

"Yes, the Hall of Inspiration is nearby. If you are interested, you can follow me. There are already many daoists gathered there!" The old man smiled.

Meng Wenruo looked at Yan Chuan.

"Old Baishan? Hehe, why have you never heard of you?" Yan Chuan said with a hint of curiosity.

You know, before coming, Yan Chuan had read a lot of information about the territory of inspiration, and knew that there was a temple of inspiration that had disappeared, but there was never a trace of information from the Baishan old man.

"I'm just a servant who guards His Highness Inspiration, a servant, how did others have heard of it? Haha, everyone, do you want to go?" Baishan old man smiled.

"Yeah!" Yan Chuan nodded.

"Then let me do it!"

The old Baishan led the way, and everyone quickly circled the huge sun to the top of the sun. At the top, there was a planet next to it.

The old man Baishan took Yan Chuan and his party straight to the planet.

The journey was plain, but Yan Chuan found something unusual.

Some demon kings surrounding the sun, these powerful demon kings already have some wisdom, these demon kings are far away from the old people of Baishan, and their eyes are full of fear.

fear?

Yan Chuan cast a dignified look at the old man Baishan.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

Not far from that planet, I heard a lot of piano sounds.

"The sound of the piano?" Meng Wenruo was happy.

Long Yin dragged everyone away, and the old Baishan turned into a stream of light and rushed straight to a huge mountain in the distance.

The giant mountain was cut off into a huge square, on which thousands of women were sitting at the moment. These women practice the guqin everywhere.

And all around, surrounded by a large number of mountains, similarly, a large number of women gathered. Wait patiently one by one.

"Rongrong!" Meng Wenruo smiled with joy.

Above the square, Meng Wenruo saw the woman playing the piano in the distance. One of them is Meng Rongrong.

Meng Rongrong closed her eyes, as if immersed in the sound of the piano.

When Yan Chuan saw Meng Rongrong, a soothing smile appeared on his serious face.

Turn to look at the surrounding mountains.

At this moment, a large number of women are waiting patiently. At the same time, there are also some men who are obviously the ‘people of insight’ these days.

One of them, Yan Chuan, recognized that it was the Dugu God who defeated the dog **** that day and was the first to rush in.

Dugu Batian alone occupied a mountain. When Yan Chuan and his party arrived, his brows were slightly raised, but he once again focused on the thousands of women playing piano on the square.

Yan Chuan stopped on the top of a mountain.

Soon, a woman in red flew over. It is Meng Wenruo's wife, Su Sanniang.

"Meet the Holy King!" Su Sanniang respectfully bowed.

"Sanniang, why did you get here?" Meng Wenruo asked curiously.

"More than a year ago, we had been in the world of inspiration for more than ten days, and we met the old man Baishan, who brought us here!" Su Sanniang said.

"Oh?" Yan Chuan looked at the old Baishan on the square in the distance with a slight movement.

"This Baishan old man can separate a lot of bodies and go to different places!" Su Sanniang explained.

"What are they doing?" Yan Chuan pointed to the thousands of women playing the piano.

"The old man Baishan is very strong in piano practice. I am teaching everyone the piano practice. The more I teach it, the deeper I learn. I can't keep up with their rhythm, so I stopped first!" Su Sanniang explained.

"Study the piano?" Meng Wenruo said strangely.

"Well, the old man Baishan said, only when the Qin Dao reaches the realm of'moving heaven', can this world grant a voucher to enter the hall of inspiration. Besides, the old man Baishan sincerely teaches everyone to learn the piano. It's something unprecedented in the world, so everyone is willing to learn it!" Su Sanniang explained.

"Certificate? A certificate to enter the Hall of Inspiration?" Yan Chuan showed a hint of surprise.

Su Sanniang nodded.

"These later people did not bother you." Su Sanniang pointed to Dugu Batian and the others.

"Then why the old Baishan didn't play by himself?" Yan Chuan asked in confusion.

"The old man Baishan has no entity. He looks more like a projection, unable to play the piano! He can only give pointers!" Su Sanniang said.

"Oh?"

With more doubts, Yan Chuan looked at the old Baishan who was instructing everyone in the piano art in the distance.

The old Baishan suddenly stopped everyone.

"Presumably you all understand. It is very difficult for you to continue to improve your piano art in a short time. Please stop first and let this female Taoist friend continue to learn the piano. How about? You are watching. How much can you learn? Good luck, everyone!" Baishan old man said politely.

Thousands of women got up and respectfully said to the old man with a hundred fans: "Thank you, Mr., for teaching during this time!"

"It's okay, haha!" The old man Baishan laughed.

All the women flew to the Quartet peaks, but Meng Rongrong stayed.

Yan Chuan had a solemn expression, and countless cultivators from all directions were staring at him.

The old man Baishan looked at Meng Rongrong kindly and said: "Friends of Taoism, you are the person with the strongest understanding of Qin Dao!"

"Thank you, Mr., for your advice during this time!" Meng Rongrong said politely.

"Haha, this is your good fortune, I won't say much, the piano is moving, you are still a little bit close, I will pass on your "Too great inspiration". This is created by a friend in the past, a bet Lost to me, how many years have passed, I don't know if I am still alive, huh!" Baishan old man laughed.

"Thank you!" Meng Rongrong said gratefully.

The old Baishan waved his hand, and strands of golden text appeared in the void. As soon as the text appeared, countless fragrances suddenly appeared around him, and a trace of solemnity radiated out.

Countless practitioners quickly recorded these words.

"Only a real genius of Qin Dao can understand it. Too much inspiration! Dao friends, hurry up!" Old Baishan laughed.

"Yes!" Meng Rongrong looked at it quickly.

Not far away, Yan Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Too much inspiration? Isn't this created by the Supreme Laozi among the saints of the Three Pures of the Great Thousand World? Taishang gambled with Baishan old man? Also lost?

Is this Baishan old man really just a guardian of the Hall of Inspiration?

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