The majestic ancient city of Daluo is bustling and lively.
When Zhao Yun and Bu Niantian walked in, the long street was bustling with people, shouting and selling.
The two of them did not show their true faces, walking quietly like tourists.
The city of the Immortal Family also has a strong atmosphere of the mortal world.
"Zhao Yun is so domineering, he actually killed five sons of gods in a row."
"If you don't have a few brushes, how can you shoulder the important task of Da Luo?"
"Give him enough time, and he will definitely revitalize the Immortal Sect."
Wherever people gather, there are always legends, and the ancient city of Daluo is no exception. You can hear about someone's glorious deeds wherever you go. With the Kunlun Gathering, he seems to have become famous.
"There must be many spies from other forces in the city!"
It was not difficult for Zhao Yun to notice that there was something strange hidden in the prosperity.
"Can't make big waves."
Don't read Tian Qingyu, as if you are well aware of the inner exploration.
She has the capital to say this. They have absolute control over the Immortal Sect's territory. With those three walnuts and two dates, they don't dare to cause trouble here. Over the years, she has tried her best to shrink the outer branch hall, with the purpose of defending her ancestors.
Earth, after all, is the inheritance of the gods, and it still has some foundation.
"I see it."
Zhao Yun took out the wine bottle and opened his fairy eyes.
This city is very extraordinary, there is something going on secretly, and the level of the formation is not low. If you dare to cause trouble here, not to mention a third-rate minor character, even a peak-level Immortal King cannot stand up to the bombardment.
There are many villages outside Daluo City and even around Daluo Immortal Sect.
The people living in the village are not ordinary people, they are all immortal cultivators, and the rice fields in the village are not planted with millet and rice, but with immortal trees and spiritual grasses, giving it a unique self-sufficient flavor.
Under the moonlight, the two walked through the ancient city and arrived at the gate of Xianzong Mountain.
Zhao Yun subconsciously raised his eyes. It was worthy of the inheritance of the gods. It was like sitting on the long river of time. Its vicissitudes and antiquity, its dreams and mystery all gave people an infinite reverie.
"Got home."
Bu Niantian smiled softly and stepped onto the stone steps.
Her words of "going home" made Zhao Yun feel warm in his heart.
There are more than 990 stone steps, and the two of them walked up them.
At the end, what Zhao Yun saw was a fairyland shrouded in rain and mist. Whether it was a mountain tower hanging in the sky or a beautiful fairy palace, everything was full of energy. You could see white cranes dancing in the sky, and you could see butterflies flying in the mountains.
For a while, people unconsciously feel that they are in a dream.
"That's Tianxiao Palace, the place where the Immortal Sect discusses matters."
"That attic in the valley is called Ziqiong Pavilion."
"The name of this bridge is Kuantian, which reflects the remaining artistic conception of our ancestors."
Bu Niantian is like a competent tour guide, introducing every place he visits.
Zhao Yun is a loyal listener, and he is full of novelties. The Daluo Immortal Sect under the moon is really peaceful and quiet. Walking on the mountain path, his mind is as clear as water, which is very suitable for self-cultivation.
The disciples of Da Luo Xian Sect are mostly motivated talents.
Along the way, Zhao Yun saw many evil spirits, some of whom were coiled on jade and vomiting, some were hiding in the forest and dancing swords, or some were sitting in groups talking about scriptures and Taoism.
"I've met my ancestor."
"Practice with peace of mind."
On the way, I met many elders and disciples, and they saluted Bu Niantian from a distance.
As for Mr. Zhao! Their eyes looked strange. He looked like a stranger.
At some point, the two of them settled down.
In front of you is an ethereal fairy mountain.
Before Zhao Yun could see the whole picture, he saw an ancient character carved on the rock wall.
That was the word "Heaven". I don't know who wrote it. Every stroke was full of Taoist meaning. Zhao Yun couldn't help but be frightened. With his cultivation level, he was hit by the aura of this word and was knocked back half a step.
"This is Tianzi Mountain, your future residence." Bu Nian Tian smiled.
"Who wrote this word?" Zhao Yun said with a burst of magical power
, forced to stand firm.
"Ancestor of Daluo." Bu Niantian whispered with a smile, "Uncle Grand Master once told me that this word was written on the day when our ancestor became a god. It has been immortalized through the ages. This is how Tianzi Mountain got its name."
"Ancestor of Da Luo? Zi Zaitian?" Zhao Yun asked in a low voice.
Bu Niantian smiled and shook his head, "The ancestor of Da Luo is another god of the Immortal Sect."
"How many gods have the Immortal Sect produced?" Zhao Yun asked curiously.
"Historical records. Two statues." Bu Niantian smiled again.
"No wonder the Great Luo Immortal Sect is so strong." Zhao Yun couldn't help sighing after hearing this, these two gods! Even if they decline again, their heritage is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary holy places.
There were another level of stone steps, and the two of them walked up slowly.
There are many fairy trees on both sides, and bright lights are hung on them.
This mountain is indeed extraordinary, at least in Mr. Zhao's view, it is mysterious and strange. Even the flowers and plants on the roadside are dyed with wisps of aura, which has the magical effect of refining the state of mind.
There is no one on the mountain, only three or five bamboo houses.
It is also a peaceful place and a good place to practice.
"The flower of memory is mature." Zhao Yun rubbed his hands.
"Let's rest first and I'll send it to you tomorrow," Bu Nian Tian said with a smile.
She didn't stay too long, turned around and disappeared. Before she left, she left behind the Celestial Immortal Bones and took the Saint of Great Luo away with her. She had to find someone to work together to break the strange sunset curse.
"Got home."
Zhao Yun took a deep breath and sat tiredly under the tree.
He put down his shackles for the first time since he entered the world of mortals.
This may not be the end of his immortal journey, but it is definitely a haven from the wind.
"Have a rest!"
In the dream, there was a touch of gentle words from Yunyan.
As a disciple, she was exhausted.
Zhao Yun did not respond, he had fallen into a deep sleep.
He could sleep, but someone else couldn't. Well, that was the golden-winged roc, which had already burst out of Zhao Yunzi's mansion, like a wild horse that had escaped its reins, jumping up and down, dancing all over the mountain peaks.
"That is the legendary eternal body?"
"Although it is assembled, the bloodline is genuine."
"People of the Ming Dynasty don't talk secretly. I want to have a relationship with you."
Late at night, in the quiet darkness, there are occasional whispers.
They were two old men, one had a fat head and big ears, and the other was too skinny.
It was these two who, aside from chirping, took a secret look at Zhao Yun.
The two of them had already arrived before Bu Nian Tian left, hiding their secrets.
They are not ordinary people. They are all elders of the Immortal Sect, and they are all peak Immortal Kings, and they all have famous names. For example, the one with the fat head and big ears is known as the Fat Immortal in the world. He has great energy and blood, and not to mention the thin one.
On the other end, he must have been cheating and cheating a lot, and he was nicknamed "Old Magic Stick".
They came here in the middle of the night, not to enjoy the scenery, but to be bodyguards.
Xiao Tiantian said that if Zhao Yun made any mistakes, he would remove parts from them.
Xiao Tiantian also said not to disturb Zhao Yun's rest.
The two old men were fairly reliable and only peeked in the dark.
That kid is a talent, even more evil than the Immortal Immortal of the same period. They have to keep an eye on such a precious kid. If the Immortal Sect regains its glory, they will point to that guy.
"The moonlight is quite beautiful tonight, but it's really boring."
The two old men sat with their arms in their arms, muttering.
After the incident was over, Dapeng was slapped with a sap and was not allowed to disturb Zhao Yun's rest, but he did not say that he would not take care of the bird. He stayed up most of the night and was like jumping around with blood all over the mountain.
"I don't want to be born in the same year, the same month, the same day."
"But I wish to die in the same year, the same month and the same day."
He didn't know whether it was a dream or an auditory hallucination. The dazed Dapeng vaguely heard these two sentences, and became more and more confused as he slept. According to his opinion, he must be anemic.