"You two, wait a minute." Wei Yi stood up, turned around and walked into a dilapidated wooden house.

His pace is very slow, but every movement is in line with the Tao, and there is an ethereal feeling of being free from dust, which will make people unconsciously ignore its existence.

Lao Zhu Yan crossed his arms and watched Wei Yi's every move, and said: "Tsk, tsk, this great sage of the human race is not simple. His aura is very strange, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with."

Si Xuan saw it staring at Wei Yi with a fierce look on its face, and smiled and said, "How does it compare to you?"

When Lao Zhu Yan heard this, he opened his mouth ferociously and showed a very ferocious smile: "He is much worse than me, but he is only in the second level of the Great Sage. The Great Sage will not take such a little guy seriously. ,Punching one person at a time is not just a boast."

Si Xuan looked at his appearance and said with a smile: "He is not younger than you at all, but Beidou has too many restrictions on people, so he has been stuck in the Great Sage for so many years."

There is a huge difference in the temperament of saints in this level. They can be roughly divided into two types. Some are like Zhu Yan who rely on blood and fighting to reach the top with one punch, while more rely on the accumulation of time and confrontation. The understanding of Tao naturally breaks through.

Most of the saints in Beidou are the latter, and they are the best among the latter. Their practice has gone through difficulties that Zhu Yan could not imagine. They must grasp every strand of Tao Yun between heaven and earth in order to find a breakthrough. opportunity.

It is impossible to say which of these two paths is stronger and which is weaker. The path of becoming a saint along the way has definitely been tempered many times and will not be weaker than anyone else. The accumulation of enlightenment and becoming a saint is also extremely heavy. Ordinary people cannot do it at all. unimaginable.

One person and one ape chatted casually. After a while, the small wooden door opened. Wei Yi carried a tea set and three cups to the stone table where the two of them were sitting, and poured them a cup of hot tea respectively: "The humble tea room, what else can you do?" I hope the prince and brother Zhu Yan will take care of you."

Si Xuan picked up the tea cup, and there was a piece of divine leaf floating in it, which looked like a fairy bell, with a shining purple light shining on it. He couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Enlightenment tea leaves? There are still some left after all these years?"

The Great Sage Zhu Yan beside him also twitched his nose when he heard the word "Enlightenment Tea". He had obviously heard of the name of this fairy tea. For a while, he was reluctant to drink it directly, but carefully looked at the tea leaves in his cup. .

"Haha, Xiaoyou Ye sent a lot of gifts that time. No one comes to my place on weekdays. I have only given Senior Gai and Lao Jiang a drink in these years." Wei Yi held up the tea cup in his hand with great dignity. The tea leaves in it have never been changed because he heard that a piece of Enlightenment tea leaves can be brewed back and forth for decades.

"Gai Jiuyou? I have heard some rumors about him in the starry sky over the years. It's too late for heroes!" Si Xuan sighed.

"Yes, Senior Gai is really old. He has been cultivating and cultivating in Beidou these years, and his cultivation has even fallen to the realm of the Great Sage." Wei Yi also sighed.

Si Xuan understands that Gai Jiuyou should be accumulating strength for the road to immortality hundreds of years from now. He does not have many years to live. He must cherish every ounce of strength for the catastrophe in the future, even for the next ten thousand years. The tribal assembly also hoped to resolve the issue peacefully.

The two talked about the starry sky again, which brought back Wei Yi's memory of the past. He took a sip of tea and said: "I also traveled in the starry sky about three or four thousand years ago, but at that time it was still...

It was too boring and not very helpful to my practice, so I came back again."

"It will only become lively when the ancient roads of various ethnic groups are opened. In the past few decades, Great Sage Wei has not thought about wandering in the starry sky?" Si Xuan asked with a smile.

"I won't go. Six thousand years is too long. I am already old and have no desire to fight for the road. Compared with going out to fight with others, it is more peaceful to guard my homeland." Wei Yi looked up at the stars and finally sighed.

Si Xuan looked into the eyes of this twilight old man, and could only read plainness and nostalgia in them, without the invincible belief in fighting for heaven and earth.

"Times are like swords slaying the geniuses!" Si Xuan sighed. Wei Yi was the youngest of the three Tianxuan heroes in the past. Now he is more than 6,000 years old. In terms of age, he has almost caught up with Dongfang Taiyi. Time has made him lose it.

a lot of things.

Not everyone can have the same pursuit of truth as Wei Yi's senior brother, the old lunatic. Time has taken away many things, and now Wei Yi just wants to be the gatekeeper of Tianxuan's hometown.

The old man looked at Si Xuan for a moment, and seemed to understand his thoughts, and said with a smile: "I am very satisfied to have survived to this day in my life, but you, as the son of the Human Emperor, have brought you many things.

You can’t relax in your practice.”

As he spoke, he took another sip of tea and said: "Your next goal is to become a saint. The combat power of a saint is not the same as that of a saint. After you become a saint, it will only take a few more years for you to become a saint."

The king is no match for you."

"I understand." Si Xuan nodded.

He chatted with Wei Yi for a while, then left with Great Sage Zhu Yan and others. He greeted several human saints he had already met and returned directly to his Qilin Mansion.

…

The crape myrtle infinitely far away from Beidou, outside the territory

Silently, the dark void suddenly seemed to be pulled by an unknown force, and it quickly twisted. There was a terrifying aura of the avenue stirring, and a five-color door was quickly formed in the universe.

"rumble!"

Immediately afterwards there was a deafening and terrifying sound, as if it was about to shatter the starry sky, and a figure staggered slightly out of the void passage.

This is a man whose whole body is covered in golden blood. He is slender and handsome in appearance. He is looking at this amazing huge star with his hands behind his back.

This person is none other than Master Ye Fan Ye, who resolutely set foot on Kowloon to pull the coffin seven years ago and left Beidou alone!

He traveled in the starry sky for seven years. He followed the Nine Dragons to pull the coffin and saw the silence of the universe. He also saw the bronze warships carrying many ancient ancestor kings in the starry sky. He even visited an ancient planet that was completely shrouded in death.

, saw the obsession of an ancient god.

"The mythical planet, one of the legendary oldest mother planets of the human race, the ancient star Ziwei, the Ziwei Star Territory. This is indeed a place no less than the Beidou Star Territory." The stars worshiped Ziwei, and Ye Fan stared at the starry sky.

The big purple star couldn’t help but nodded.

After seven years, his aura is much stronger than when he first left Beidou. After practicing the Taiyin Sutra, he has reached the second level of Immortal Stage, where he can be the Holy Lord in the Holy Land.

"It's been seven years, how are you all in Beidou? Pang Bo, Ziyue, and Li Heishui should all have arrived at Xian Er. Alas, what Brother Si Dao said is indeed right. The most terrible hardship in crossing the starry sky is loneliness.

ah!"

Ye Fan muttered to himself, then gathered his thoughts and faced the ancient Ziwei star in the distance.

It would be a lie to say he was not excited. For seven years, the scenery he faced every day was darkness and starry sky, and there was no normal person to talk to him. If Ye Fandao had not been strong-hearted, he would have been unable to bear it.

"Roar!"

Seven holy-level orbs made of mutton-fat jade and iron quickly rotated around him, combining to form a majestic white tiger that protected him outside his body.

"brush!"

The next moment, he removed the magic power to resist the gravity of Ziwei, and rushed towards Ziwei Star!

The white tiger transformed by the holy soldier was majestic and evil, protecting Ye Fan from the violent friction of the atmosphere. In this way, he experienced a free fall for several quarters of an hour, and finally landed heavily on a sacred mountain.

This is a green and tall sacred mountain. There are spiritual flowers and sacred grass on the mountain, as well as waterfalls and rapids. All the scenery is intoxicating.

Ye Fan had no intention of admiring such a beautiful scenery. All his attention was focused on a celestial palace between the sacred mountains, because he was too familiar with the three words on the celestial palace shrouded in purple air:
Chapter completed!