Puji personally sent Liang Yan out of the Taoist temple.
Liang Yan said goodbye, activated the escape light, and gradually moved away from the entrance of the Dao League. It didn't take long before he landed on the mainland of Dongyun Lingzhou.
"Finally entered Dongyun Lingzhou!"
Liang Yan sighed in his heart.
He had been wandering on the boundless sea for twenty years with several disciples. There was another episode just now. Fortunately, there was no accident in the end, and he still set foot on the land of Dongyun Lingzhou.
The seven disciples were all a little excited.
Li Xiran concentrated on sensing for a moment, then said in deep thought: "The spiritual energy here seems to be richer than that of Antarctic Fairy Continent, but it's almost the same."
"I wonder what sects there are in Dongyun Lingzhou, and what are the sword cultivators here like?" Leng Kuangsheng was gearing up, looking eager to try.
"Stop causing trouble and let Master worry less." Li Mobai glared at him.
Although Xiong Yuer, Gu Xingyun and others did not speak, they looked around with curious eyes.
"Where should we go first..."
Liang Yan was also a little undecided at this time.
He came to Dongyun Lingzhou to pursue a higher realm of swordsmanship, but he did not expect that the two major swordsmen here would join the Dao League and the Confucian League respectively.
As a result, no matter which sect he goes to, he will easily get involved in the dispute between Taoism and Confucianism.
Liang Yan, who had just escaped from the catastrophe of heaven and earth, did not want to be involved in the whirlpool again so soon. Besides, he was not familiar with the people and places here. Even if he had to make a choice, it would not be now.
Thinking of this, Liang Yan took out the map presented by Pu Ji.
"Hmm... the nearest cultivation city is Liuli City, which belongs to the forces of the Confucian League. There are large-scale markets and exchange meetings in the city. Why not go here to find out the information before making the next step?"
Just when Liang Yan was thinking secretly, an old voice suddenly sounded in his heart:
"Go to Yunmeng Mountain."
Hearing this voice, Liang Yan's heart moved, and his eyes showed surprise.
Because the person who spoke was actually the old tree spirit who had been silent in Taixuhu for many years!
After many years, this person spoke again, but Liang Yan was a little unsure of his thoughts.
"Senior Tree Spirit, why do you say this?"
Although Liang Yan's cultivation level was no longer the same as before, he still habitually called the old man "senior".
"There are great opportunities there..." The voice of the old tree spirit was ethereal, as if he was talking to him in a dream.
Liang Yan's heart moved: "Senior, can you explain it in more detail?"
"There is a hidden spiritual vein in the Yunmeng Mountains. There is a treasure with wood attributes in the spiritual vein. Only I can sense its aura..."
"What are the uses of wood-attributed treasures?" Liang Yan asked.
"I can help you upgrade the Taixu Gourd so that this magic weapon can exert its due combat power." The old tree spirit said leisurely.
"Upgrade Taixu Gourd!"
Liang Yan's eyes showed excitement.
The magic weapon of Taixu Gourd is the fusion of "Xiaojiu" and the sacred tree. It is an extraordinary thing.
But all this time, it only existed as a sword pouch, helping Liang Yan raise five sword pills.
After Liang Yan entered the Jianxin realm, he could rely on the Jianxin universe in his body to warm up the Jianwan. He no longer needed the Taixu Gourd, which turned into an ordinary space magic weapon.
Therefore, when he heard the old tree spirit saying that this treasure could be upgraded, he was inevitably a little excited.
"Senior, what do you mean...as long as you get the opportunity in the Yunmeng Mountains, you can upgrade the Taixu Gourd so that it can also play a role in battle?"
"That's right." The old tree spirit's answer was very positive.
"The treasure is so deeply hidden that only my innate magical power can detect it. Go quickly and keep a low profile as much as possible so as not to cause too much trouble."
The old tree spirit's voice became softer and softer, and finally he cut off contact with Liang Yan again.
This is not surprising.
The relationship between him and Liang Yan is somewhat special. The two parties only cooperate and have no subordinates.
Liang Yan didn't care about this either.
He looked at the map and quickly found the location of Yunmeng Mountain on it.
This is actually a gray neutral area that belongs to neither the Taoist League nor the Confucian League.
Liang Yan looked at the map carefully and found that the distance was still quite far. Even if he flew at full strength, it would take more than two years. If he could use Liulicheng's teleportation circle, this time could be shortened to three months.
Thinking of this, he put away the map and said to the seven disciples: "I have decided to become a teacher. You all can follow me."
Of course Li Xiran and others had no objections and nodded in agreement.
The group of people soon arrived at Liuli City.
This city is a remote town with a small population, but there are more than 200,000. The city owner is a monk who has overcome disasters.
In the center of the city, in front of a glazed pagoda.
"What? You want to use the teleportation circle? No, no! The teleportation circle is opened once a month, and it's not the time yet."
The two Jindan realm guards rejected Liang Yan's request to use the teleportation circle.
At this moment, a ray of light came flying through the air.
"You will not be rude!"
Before he finished speaking, a middle-aged Confucian scholar had fallen from the sky and landed in the center of the square.
This man has a fair face and no beard, is tall and thin, and has bright eyes.
As soon as he saw Liang Yan, he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I am Chen Xiu, the lord of Liuli City. I have no way of controlling you and I bumped into fellow Taoist. Please don't get along with them."
While speaking, his eyes looked back and forth at Liang Yan and others.
Liang Yan smiled slightly: "It's okay, I just want to use your city's teleportation circle. Can the city lord please be accommodating?"
Chen Xiu looked embarrassed and said slowly: "This matter is not easy to handle. Opening the teleportation circle requires a lot of resources, so it is stipulated that it should only be opened on the fifth day of every month, and at least a hundred people must be teleported each time, otherwise it will be a loss.
business."
Liang Yan smiled and said: "I will definitely not make it difficult for the City Lord. I have some resources here. Can the City Lord see if he is satisfied?"
With that said, he took out a storage ring from his sleeve and threw it towards Chen Xiu.
Chen Xiu stretched out his hand to take it, swept his consciousness inside, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.
"this……"
"What? Aren't these resources enough to activate the teleportation circle?" Liang Yan said with a smile.
"Enough, enough!"
Chen Xiu chuckled and put the storage ring into his sleeve.
"Since fellow Taoist is willing to bear all the costs of teleporting the magic circle, I will make an exception and open it for you. However, Chen is a little curious and wonders which sect you come from? How do you call it?"
Liang Yan said calmly: "My Taoist name is 'Tian Xie Demon Lord'. He is neither Confucianism nor Taoism. He is a casual cultivator."
"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Tianxie. It's a pleasure to meet you."
After Chen Xiu finished speaking, he waved his hand and said to the two monks next to him: "Go and open the teleportation circle and send fellow Taoist Tianxie away."
"yes!"
The two people took the order, came to Liang Yan, and made a "please" gesture.
Liang Yan smiled slightly and followed the two of them into the Linglong Pagoda.
I saw a huge teleportation circle inside, surrounded by spiritual stones of various attributes, and the top of the tower was filled with rich space power.
Liang Yan remained calm and carefully checked for a moment with his spiritual consciousness, confirming that there was nothing wrong with the teleportation circle.
"Senior Tianxie, please stand on the magic circle."
Chen Xiu's men were quickly prepared.
Liang Yan nodded and took Li Xiran, Xiong Yuer and others to stand on the magic circle.
The two people fired several spells toward the end of the formation, and then placed another token.
In an instant, the power of space swept out, and dazzling white light surrounded Liang Yan and the seven disciples. The entire pagoda began to shake, making a loud "rumbling" sound.
brush!
With a flash of white light, Liang Yan and the seven disciples disappeared.
Outside the Glazed Pagoda.
Chen Xiu put his hands behind his back and watched the white light in the tower gradually disappear, with a look of deep thought on his face.
The previous guard at the Golden Core Realm was a little confused and asked: "City Lord, you are a cultivator at the Transformation Tribulation Realm, why are you so respectful to this person?"
"Humph, what do you know!"
Chen Xiu glanced at the two of them and said in a deep voice: "This man is by no means simple. Among the seven people following him, two of them are in the late stage of Tongxuan!"
"Late stage of Tongxuan?"
The two guards looked at each other and said hesitantly: "That is far different from the city lord..."
"Idiot! With your mortal eyes, how can you see how powerful this person is? Don't make decisions on your own in the future, otherwise I won't let you off lightly!"
Chen Xiu gave a sharp shout, which frightened both of them so much that they turned pale and said, "Don't dare."
"snort!"
Chen Xiu turned and left.
In his sleeve, there is a green snake, which is trembling...
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Three months later.
On the boundless grassland, a few rays of light came through the sky.
The first person, wearing a long gray gown, is Liang Yan.
"Ahead is the Yunmeng Mountain Range."
He put away the map and looked into the distance.
I saw a undulating mountain range hidden in the clouds and mist. The clouds and mist curled up, sometimes like dancing veils, sometimes like rolling waves, and they were unpredictable.
But it is said that Yunmeng Mountain is shrouded in clouds all year round, and the scenery in the mountain is dreamlike, as if entering a fantasyland, hence its name.
"Senior, is the treasure located in this mountain range?" Liang Yan asked through a message.
"Can't be wrong."
The old tree spirit's voice sounded slowly in his sea of consciousness: "Fly six thousand miles to the southeast and you will see a green peak surrounded by nine peaks. That's where it is."
"good."
Liang Yan responded in his heart, without hesitation, and flew towards the southeast with his seven disciples.
Soon, they entered the Yunmeng Mountains, surrounded by clouds and clouds, which were like a dream and had a hazy beauty.
If a monk below the Golden Core realm enters this mountain range, without the guidance of treasures, he is likely to get lost here.
But to Liang Yan, these unpredictable clouds are just some scenery.
Not long after, Liang Yan saw a towering mountain peak reaching into the clouds. As the old tree spirit said, it was surrounded by nine peaks.
"This is the energy stored in the Nine Peaks. Only this kind of terrain can give birth to the treasure, and only this kind of terrain can hide it..." The voice of the old tree spirit sounded again.
Liang Yan nodded silently.
But he soon frowned because there was actually the sound of fighting coming from the front.
Liang Yan used his spiritual consciousness to scan and found that there were two factions of monks fighting among the nine peaks. The realms of the two factions of monks were not high. Most of them were in the Golden Core realm, and only a few were in the Tongxuan realm.
The fight was very fierce, and various spells were used in endlessly. In just a moment, two monks at the Golden Core Realm died, and their bodies fell into the woods below.
Liang Yan had no interest in this level of fighting.
He only took a few glances and found that the spells practiced by these monks were very complex. It seemed that there were not just two factions, but monks from multiple sects were divided into two camps.
"It seems that Pu Ji is right. There is no order in the gray area. The sects attack each other and wars become common. There is no reason to argue in a place like this. Strength is the strongest principle."
Thinking of this, Liang Yan said calmly: "Qingruo, if my master wants to be quiet and quiet, go and get rid of these people."
"yes!"
Bai Qingruo bowed down to accept the order, made a magic formula, and turned into escaping light and fell from the sky.
However, in the battlefield below, the monks from both factions were furious. They were dazzled by all kinds of magical powers and spells, and some even used all kinds of tactics to suppress the situation.
Among them were four monks in the early stage of Tongxuan, namely a woman in a red dress, a white-haired old man, a middle-aged scholar, and a one-armed man.
The four people were fighting randomly and seemed to be divided into two groups. In fact, they were wary of each other and no one dared to trust the other.
"Haha, fellow Taoist Lingxuan, why bother struggling anymore? The discussion between the three sects is a foregone conclusion. You have no future. Why don't you abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side? For the sake of our past friendship, I can give you a few nice words!"
The white-haired old man smiled broadly, and while fighting, he looked at the woman in the red dress with evil eyes.
The woman in the red dress was very angry at him and said bitterly: "I, the Menghua Sect, can't control the overt and covert fights between the upper sects, but if you want the disciples of my sect to bow down and serve as your vassals, that's impossible to even think about.
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"If you don't surrender, then you will die!"
The one-armed man looked sinister and swung his palm violently.
But the black wind roared and turned into a dark ghost hand, grabbing the woman in the red dress.
The female cultivator had no choice but to use her magic power to condense three enchanting red flowers on top of her head to resist the one-armed man's ghostly hand.
The two forces collided, bursting out red and black vortexes, grinding the nearby rocks into powder.
Seeing that the stalemate was no longer possible, the white-haired old man suddenly laughed ferociously, took out a yellow bamboo flute from behind, put it to his mouth and blew it gently.
The air holes of the bamboo flute immediately emitted seven rays of rays of light, dancing like eels in mid-air. They soon came behind the female cultivator in red and penetrated her body-protecting aura.
"careful!"
Seeing this, the middle-aged scholar hurriedly waved his sleeves and shot out a bolt of lightning as thick as a water tank from his sleeves, trying to block the white-haired old man's spell.
The two people's mana collided, creating layers of smoke in the air.
The two sides are fighting now, and they have already used their full strength. It is time to decide life and death!
But at this moment, a white sword light fell from the sky.
The first ones to bear the brunt were the female cultivator in red and the one-armed man. The demonic flowers and ghost claws they condensed with their magic power were instantly chopped into pieces. They both retreated at the same time and spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time.
At the same time, the white sword light rolled around in place, and the sword energy danced like a spiritual snake, quickly breaking the spells of the middle-aged scholar and the white-haired old man.
The four Tongxuan Zhenjun were forcibly separated and had to stop.
"who?"
The four of them were all startled and looked up almost at the same time.
I saw a female cultivator in white clothes with a gentle appearance falling from the sky and landing in the middle of the battlefield...
