Xian Ao

Suddenly, the endless sword intent collided with the killing sword intent of Mr. Moving Mountain, and the killing sword intent was immediately shattered and collapsed by Yu Zecheng's sword intent.

The mountain-moving man suffered a secret loss. He just groaned and almost fell down. The girl Wenjun immediately turned around to help him and asked:

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Qishan stood up, smiled, and said in a hoarse voice like friction:

"It doesn't matter. I'm old and I almost fell down in the gutter. Hahaha."

This voice contained endless hatred. He looked at Yu Zecheng with supreme murderous intent in his eyes, as if to say, boy, you are dead.

Yu Zecheng also pretended to help others and said:

"Yes, yes, this is a place of illusion. I almost fell for it. Old people like you, Bishan, had better be careful. You can easily fall."

After speaking, he once again met the eyes of the old man who moved mountains. Faced with the other person's endless intention to kill, Yu Zecheng quickly made a few hand gestures, moved his mouth lightly, and made a few mouth shapes, while the demon in his heart was still there. There are sword-killing skills hidden in the shadow. Although Yu Zecheng lacks the power of killing and is unable to practice, he still understands some of them, and here Yu Zecheng demonstrates them.

When the old man who moved the mountain saw these magic formula gestures and saw the magic formula that Yu Zecheng silently recited, he was suddenly stunned again. He was completely stunned. There was a look of white fear on his face, as if he was about to run away, as if he was about to run away. I didn't dare to move, because of this fear, I fell down all of a sudden.

Yu Zecheng said from the side:

"Look, as people get older, their hands and feet become less stable. Be careful, be careful."

Mr. Moshan stood up again, this time he didn't say anything, he just moved forward silently with a sullen face, never looking at Yu Zecheng again.

Both Lord Jiurei and Mr. Haijing looked at Yu Zecheng with strange eyes. Yu Zecheng didn't care. In the past, he wanted to play with you and pretend to be a fool to fool you. Now my mood has changed and I don’t want to play anymore. I have a sword in my hand and I can do whatever I want. No one can stop me.

Everyone continued to move forward and passed through the second layer of ruins and illusions safely. The third ruins were still the endless stone hall, this time on the white marble ground, but the defense system had been completely destroyed and they passed safely.

Entering the fourth level of ruins, it is no longer a stone palace, but an endless forest. The place where it appears is endless, filled with dense trees.

A road has been opened among the trees, and there are some monks here who are cutting down the trees. They use flying swords to chop down the trees hard, sparking countless sparks and making the sound of gold and iron.

Yu Zecheng was attracted by this and walked over to take a look. The tree turned out to be an iron tree. The entire trunk was made of gold and iron, but it was just like an ordinary tree. It was very graceful. The breeze blew and the branches fluttered. Yu Zecheng immediately saw it. stunned.

Seeing Yu Zecheng's expression, the girl who called herself Wenjun came over and said:

"This forest is full of this kind of iron trees, and the older the iron trees are, the higher the fine iron they turn into the tree body. There are even thousand-year-old cold iron trees and thousand-year-old purple gold iron. Moreover, this forest is endless and covers a thousand miles. , this forest can provide endless gold and iron for the entire Three Thousand Realms."

Yu Zecheng stretched out his hand to touch one of the iron trees, and the girl shouted:

"Be careful, this iron tree will automatically attack outsiders. Their leaves are like flying knives, branches are like iron swords, tree poles are like iron rods, and tree roots are like iron ropes. When exploring the ruins here, we lost twenty-six real people, foundation-building disciples. Countless."

Yu Zecheng nodded and said:

"The world is so vast and there are so many wonders. It's so magical."

Suddenly he turned to the girl and said:

"Thank you, Master, for bringing me here so that I can see such a magical place."

The girl smiled and said:

"Sir, please call me Wenjun."

Yu Zecheng nodded and said:

"Wenjun, Wenjun, what a good name."

Suddenly Yu Zecheng remembered that after the trip to Danzong, he specifically searched for Sima Xiangru and found it in an ancient book. Sima Xiangru was the prime minister of the Seven Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period and King Wu of the Han Dynasty Zhongxing. He married Zhuo Wenjun, and Yu Zecheng He frowned and said:

"Wenjun, may I ask what your last name is?"

Lord Jiurei on the side said:

"What an idiot. You don't even know that for thousands of years in the Light God Sect, all the sons of Heaven have been named Sima, and all the saints have been named Zhuo Wenjun. Why do you ask?"

Yu Zecheng almost fell down when he heard this. For thousands of years in the Guangshen Sect, all the sons of Heaven were named Sima, and all the saints were named Zhuo Wenjun? Could it be that Guangshen Sect is related to Sima Xiangru? Could it be that the sons of Heaven are all the sons of Sima Xiangru, and the saints are all his wives? No, wouldn't it mean that the Guangshen Sect is the harem of Sima Xiangru, and these Three Thousand Realms are his back garden?

No, no, hallucination, hallucination. When Sima Xiangru saw him last time, he was obviously a guest. It couldn't be like this.

Yu Zecheng finally opened his mouth and asked:

"I'm from the outside world. I really haven't noticed it before. What are the sons of Light God Zongtian and the saints?"

As soon as he said this, everyone was relieved. This person was really obsessed with ancient demon literature. He didn't even know about it. This kind of scholar who didn't care about worldly affairs did exist. Everyone understood it, except for the pale-faced Mr. Moving Mountain.

Zhuo Wenjun said:

"Every three hundred years, the Light God Sect will use secret methods to select three thousand infants in the Three Thousand Realms and the Light God Domain, and then train us in the Light God Sect. After years of careful training and continuous selection, among the three thousand preselected people, Several saints will be born. Our bodies and minds belong to the God of Light. We will fulfill the God of Light’s will in this world, and then we will always listen to the call of the God of Light and dedicate everything to him.”

During the last few words, her face was solemn, and in this solemnity was the incomparable piety, which should not be looked at or blasphemed. At this moment, the magic weapon that conceals her beauty is also enough to conceal her temperament. She is outstanding in grace, stunning in beauty, stunning in beauty, peerless in elegance, and stunning in beauty.

At this moment, all the men present were attracted by this, including the pale-faced Mr. Mountain Mover. They were all fascinated by this, but no one had that kind of erotic and blasphemous light in their eyes. They were all filled with that stunning look.

Zhuo Wenjun said slowly:

"The Son of Heaven is the Son of Heaven given to us by the God of Light, and also represents the bloodline of the God of Light. However, light can be strong or weak, bright or dark. In the endless trials, some of the Sons of Light will perish, and some will perish. They have to fight hard to succeed as the leader of Guangshen Sect. This depends on their struggle."

Yu Zecheng nodded to express his understanding. An idea became clearer and clearer. Maybe this God of Light was Sima Xiangru. This guy took these saints into the harem and took them to Cangqiong Continent to live freely, and then gave birth to children to the Light. Shenzong, be the son of heaven.

No way, this guy is enjoying it too much. The entire Three Thousand Worlds of Light God Realm is his harem. He has been cultivating saint girls since they were young, batch by batch without interruption. Yu Zecheng took another look at Zhuo Wenjun, so beautiful. There were piles of women, willingly for the old guy to enjoy, and an evil fire couldn't help but rise.

No, if I want to save the common people, I must not let such a beautiful woman be bullied by that old monster.

While Yu Zecheng was thinking wildly, Mr. Haijing continued to lead the way, and everyone passed through this place. A passage had already been opened here, and everyone passed through the steel forest and entered the next layer of ruins.

This layer of ruins is the endless grassland, stretching as far as the eye can see. The grassland on the ground is continuous and stretches under the sky. There are no hills or hills. It is extremely calm and the sun is hot and gloomy.

Violet, hyacinth, and narcissus are everywhere, and the colorful cherry blossoms of black purple, flame red, spotted and golden cover the earth like a velvet carpet.

Cornflowers, violets, flowers everywhere. The air is so fresh that one can't help but lie down on the ground to rest. How comfortable it would be to sleep in the sunshine and on the grass...

Mr. Haijing said:

"Be careful, don't rest here. As long as you lie down here, you will never get up. This place is called the place of eternal sleep."

There is a group of immortal cultivators here collecting something, Haijing said:

"This place is rich in all kinds of exotic flowers and plants. These exotic flowers and plants are rare to see. Here they are just weeds everywhere. As long as you can resist the feeling of sleep, this is the greatest treasure."

Yu Zecheng looked at the immortal cultivators collecting flowers and plants and asked:

"Can they resist being hypnotized?"

Haijing smiled and said:

"They are all disciples from the Luohan Dream Sect. What they are best at is doing things in their sleep, practicing while half asleep and half awake. They enter the sleep state before entering this place. They have already fallen asleep, so there is no danger."

Yu Zecheng suddenly became speechless, nodded and said:

"High, really high."

Everyone continued to move forward, and the feeling of sleeping and resting became more and more serious, but it was not overwhelming yet. They moved forward step by step, and soon everyone came to the teleportation array on the next level of the ruins.

The sixth level is a body of water, like the sea, with endless waves. From time to time, whirlpools appear in the sea here, drawing the passing immortal cultivators into the whirlpool. There are also groups of immortal cultivators working here. They ride on a kind of large ship to resist the whirlpool. Catch sea beasts here.

Everyone also took a big boat and faced no danger from the whirlpool. They quickly passed through this place safely and then entered the largest whirlpool.

Finally reaching the seventh level of ruins, this place is just like other worlds. It is a normal continental world with mountains, lakes, forests, and all kinds of terrain.

After arriving, Haijing said:

"Okay, no more problems. This level is the true holy land of Qingqiu Sect. There is no danger. This place is about a hundred miles away. It is completely like a fairyland on earth."

Everyone entered a palace, lined with palaces, large palaces, gardens, and glazed halls. The wind was gentle and sunny, and white clouds covered the sky. There were gardens and rockeries, small bridges and flowing water, pavilions, terraces, and clear lakes. hills. Far and near are integrated. The scenery is beautiful and the situation is majestic.

You can see the blue sky above and the Qiong Tower below. When you are in it, it is beautiful and magical, with wonderful fairy species and exotic flowers. The vegetation is luxuriant everywhere, and rare birds and animals are flying all over the sky. It is simply a fairyland, which makes people suddenly realize. The trees, springs, rocks, flowers and plants far and near are so beautiful. The green grass and green shade make the scenery even more beautiful, and people can't help but admire it.