"Is it difficult to save an immortal?" Liang Yan murmured first, then chuckled: "My fate is up to me and not up to God!"
As soon as he said this, there was no trace of hesitation on his face, and he immediately took big steps, and followed what Lao Jin said before, stick to the spiritual platform, use his luck to the Dantian, and then jumped towards the shrine.
Strange to say, the shrine was obviously only the size of a lantern, but Liang Yan was in mid-air, but his whole body shrank unknowingly, and finally he actually jumped in.
Buzz!
There was a roar, and Liang Yan had just entered the shrine, and his mind was in a trance, and then a soft force surrounded his whole body, making his whole body lazily, as if he was unwilling to use even the slightest strength.
Before he could react, this force lifted him into the sky again. He was in a trance, as if his soul had left his body, but his physical body was still there.
This feeling was so weird that it gave Liang Yan a dreamlike feeling, but he didn't even have the strength to move a finger. In desperation, he had no choice but to stick to the mourning platform and maintain the last bit of clarity.
Just when he was confused, his whole body was wrapped in a transparent bubble, gently floating out of the window of the hall, and flying above the thousands of miles of white clouds outside.
It's just that Liang Yan was high in the sky. When he looked around, he saw that everything around him had lost its color. The original jade railings of the fairy palace and the colorful clouds had all turned into black and white. The vast fairyland now looked like a fairyland.
Like an ink painting, it slowly unfolded before his eyes.
"Why is there a black and white picture in my sight? Is this the technique of 'Mysterious Immortal Traveling'? Could it be that my soul has left my body and is heading to the underworld?"
Liang Yan's mind was filled with countless questions, but his thinking was getting slower and slower. A wave of tiredness emerged, and he could hardly raise his eyelids.
Gradually, he was too lazy to think about it anymore. At the last moment when he closed his eyes, he seemed to see himself passing through a plaque named "Yunxiao Palace", flying into a magnificent palace, and saw another picture.
Huge landscape group images.
"Master-uncle, master-uncle!"
An urgent cry awoke Liang Yan from his confusion. He slightly raised his drooped eyelids and felt a weak and exhausted feeling all over his body.
What I saw here was an extremely simple thatched house with a sandalwood table and an old teapot on the table. There was a lot of dust on it. It had obviously not been used for a long time.
And now I was sitting cross-legged on a stone bed. Apart from the table and the bed, there was no furniture in the room. It was simply a bit monotonous and harsh.
"Is this already within the scope of Shangjing Yuantu?"
Liang Yan murmured, and many thoughts came to his mind. However, the next moment his face changed drastically, and he muttered to himself in some astonishment: "Huh? Where is my spiritual power!"
It turned out that just now he habitually mobilized the spiritual power in his body, but found that his meridians were empty, with no trace of spiritual power remaining at all.
Not only that, even the physical strength that he was proud of disappeared at this moment. He could clearly feel that he was no different from ordinary weak scholars.
"how so!"
Liang Yan's heart was in turmoil. He was never afraid of encountering unknown dangers. What he was afraid of was losing his ability to resist danger. In panic, he subconsciously reached out to his waist and touched it until he got a scabbard as warm as jade.
Only then did I feel a little more at peace.
"Fortunately, the fixed lightsaber is still with me."
Liang Yan lowered his head and looked at the sword that was taken from the hands of his former enemy. He gradually calmed down and began to secretly speculate about this strange situation.
However, before he could figure out the current situation, the man outside the door shouted again at the top of his lungs: "Master-uncle, master-uncle! Now is the time when our clan's life and death are at stake. How long will you, old man, continue to stay here in seclusion?"
This person's voice was urgent and exciting. Liang Yan in the room frowned secretly and thought to himself: "Is there another powerful person here?"
"Lao Jin said that I only have three hours to find the remains of the Green Emperor in the world of the painting, so I can't neglect it! It's better to go out and find someone to inquire about the situation in the world of the painting before making detailed plans!
"
With his mind made up, Liang Yan jumped off the stone bed and walked towards the door of the thatched cottage.
Squeak!
The rotten wooden door was slowly opened. Liang Yan glanced outside and was surprised to see a thin Taoist boy, kneeling with his legs on the ground, kowtowing towards the thatched house.
"Master-uncle!"
As if he heard the sound of the wooden door being opened, the Taoist boy jumped up and hurriedly raised his head. There was blood on his forehead. Apparently he had kowtowed a lot before, and his cheeks were stained with tears. He looked sad and angry.
.
However, all the sadness and anger suddenly faded from Liang Yan's face the moment he saw him, and was replaced by an exciting excitement.
"Uncle Master, you finally woke up from your trance!"
The Taoist boy shouted loudly, and at the same time he stood upright, but his legs still maintained a kneeling position, and he crawled towards Liang Yan "thump thump thump!" on his knees.
"what are you doing?"
Liang Yan's face changed slightly. He didn't react for a moment, but this person hugged his legs tightly. However, although he has lost all his spiritual power now, his six senses are still there. He just felt it slightly, and said in front of him:
Tong's details were already known to him exactly.
"He has no spiritual power! He is just a mortal with good martial arts skills!" Liang Yan thought to himself.
Thinking of this, he felt a little calmer, but the Taoist boy at his feet seemed to have met a savior. He hugged Liang Yan's thigh and cried: "The evildoers of the Demon Sect have besieged our Kunwu Sword Sect, and now they have been defeated."
Sword-testing platform, if you don’t come out, uncle-master, I’m afraid our sect’s hundreds of years of inheritance will be completely cut off today!”
Liang Yan frowned slightly after hearing this, and immediately shouted: "What's Kunwu Sword Sect, what's Master Uncle! You're talking nonsense."
However, before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped. A look of doubt flashed in the little Taoist boy's eyes. He couldn't help but raise his head to look at Liang Yan, only to see Liang Yan staring blankly at a gossip bronze mirror hanging on the lintel.
The puzzled look on his face.
"Uncle Master, what's wrong with you?" the little Taoist boy asked curiously.
Liang Yan stood silently and did not reply to the little Taoist boy, because he was also in a state of turmoil in his heart at the moment.
Above the lintel, reflected in the Bagua mirror, was an elderly man wearing a Taoist robe, with white beard and white hair!
"this is me?!"
Looking at the old face in the mirror, Liang Yan couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart.