Xiang Que is also puzzled by the strange urine properties of the Forbidden Sea. This thing obviously has no signs of life, but it can expand its area by continuously absorbing treasures from heaven and earth, which can't help but scare people.
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Is it possible that the Forbidden Sea has grown to such a large area at this time because of the cultivators and monsters who have died in it for countless years?
Xiang Que definitely doesn't know this now, and can only wait until he meets someone who knows more about it in the future.
However, it should not be said that as long as the Forbidden Sea can stay safe in his spiritual sea, it will be a great help to Xiang Que. It is definitely comparable to any top magical power. A saint who falls into the Forbidden Sea will be destroyed.
It is possible to tear it into pieces, and if the Great Sage wants to escape from it, he will probably have to shed a layer of his skin.
After watching the Forbidden Sea, Xiang Que had time to think about the piece of sky he had reached.
Xiang Que is currently on a bare stone mountain with an altitude of at least four to five thousand meters. However, around this mountain peak, at a glance, there are actually mountains with an altitude of more than several thousand meters, one after another.
, there is no end in sight.
The stretching mountains even bring a strong sense of oppression to people, making people's breathing stagnate.
This environment is quite harsh.
"Whoa" Xiang Que jumped into the air, wanting to leave the mountain peak where he was, but as soon as he took off, he suddenly realized that his body was too heavy. Originally, with his cultivation level, he should have soared straight into the sky, but he didn't expect that as soon as he jumped up,
, as if there was a huge force pulling him under his body.
"The gravity here is a bit ridiculous!"
Xiang Que muttered. He felt that there might be some restrictions or laws suppressing this area of the sky, which caused the normal rules to be restricted.
Xiang Que was walking slowly above the mountain peak, not too fast, but after flying for about a hundred miles, he found that he seemed to be out of breath.
This is a realm where the cultivation level has been suppressed!
Looking at the endless mountains as far as the eye can see, Xiang Que couldn't help but sigh with a bit of dizziness. If he wanted to go out at this pace, it would be difficult for him in just a few months.
Just when Xiang Que was feeling a little melancholy, he suddenly heard a burst of cheers coming from below.
He paused and looked down, and saw a large village in the middle of a mountain. The houses were all made of red bricks and green tiles. They were built next to each other. There must be at least more than a hundred houses in the village.
There were men, women, old and young, all wearing different red and yellow cassocks, barefoot, and kneeling on the ground towards him.
Others seemed to have heard the sound of people kneeling in the village, so they walked out of the village one after another. When they looked up and saw Xiang Que, they all immediately fell to the ground.
In just a moment, the whole village seemed to have come out, kneeling in the darkness. The scene was quite spectacular.
Xiang Que originally wanted to leave right away. He couldn't bear the sight of being worshiped by a large number of people, but then he thought about it. He still had a dark eye on this place, so he might as well go down and inquire about it.
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Xiang Que's figure fell from above, and the villagers' expressions suddenly became excited when they saw it.
This scene is probably the result of ordinary people seeing cultivators flying into the sky and escaping from the earth, and thinking of them as gods.
A crowd of dark people bowed before Xiang Que, ranging from a few years old to several dozen years old, including old people who were even trembling when walking. After they bowed and kowtowed three times, the rest of the people were still prostrate on the ground. There was one man wearing a dark red suit.
An old man wearing a cassock and shawl walked over with a cane.
Xiang Que felt that the people in this village were dressed somewhat like lamas, except that they were missing two prayer wheels in their hands, but the rest were very similar.
"Master, would you like to come to the village for a rest? We and other villagers in Huanggu Village can help the master to wash away the dust. There are no fine delicacies or rare treasures in the village, but over the years, some morels have been picked from the mountains and stored. The taste
It’s very good. I also ask the master to move..."
Xiang Que nodded calmly with his hands behind his back, and didn't ask any more questions. He couldn't show his feelings of being a man, otherwise his identity would be exposed.
When Xiang Que first arrived in this world, there was still a lot he wanted to know. At least he had to know where he was, what immortal sects there were in the local area, and which fields were adjacent to him, so he had to pretend that he was an immortal master by chance.
The state of passing by.
When the villagers in Huanggu Village saw this, they were all overjoyed. What surprised Xiang Que was that some people seemed to be crying with joy.
Is this excitement too much? Is the status of a god here so respected?
The old man who spoke before was probably the most virtuous and respected person in the village. He led Xiang Que towards the village, and then came to an old house with a large area.
Xiang Que was respectfully invited to sit at the top of the table, while the remaining few people who might have some status stood at the bottom. He was not polite at all. You have to look like a god to be a god.
Xiang Que chatted with the old man about the general situation here. The village is called Huanggu Village. It has a long history, probably for hundreds of years. This is the only village within a thousand miles. The village is surrounded by mountains, and the highest one is
The mountain was named Huanggu Mountain.
The old man's name is Zhabu, the village chief of Huanggu Village. He said that there are many masters living on Huanggu Mountain. They come down the mountain about once every hundred years and spend most of their time practicing in secret.
Xiang Que raised his head and glanced outside the door. There was a snow-capped mountain in front of him whose top was shrouded in mist, and that was Huanggu Mountain.
"I wonder where the Immortal Master is going? But he is going to Huanggu Mountain and his party..."
After chatting with Xiang Que for a while, Zabu seemed to notice that although Xiang Que said very little, he was very talkative, so he asked cautiously.
Xiang Que asked calmly: "Why do you ask that?"
"I heard that in a few days, there will be a reception ceremony in Huanggu Mountain. At that time, masters from all over the world will come to watch the ceremony. In the past few days, people in the village have seen some masters passing by in the mountains..."
Welcome ceremony?
Xiang Que blinked his eyes in confusion. Naturally, he didn’t know what this ceremony was about, but he pretended to be interested in it. He nodded and said, "I really want to go to Huanggushan and participate in the reception ceremony."
, but now it seems that the time has come a little early, so why not... I will take a short break in the village for two days, and then I will go there when the ceremony starts."
Zabu was immediately overjoyed, thinking that it would be a great honor for them to have an immortal stay here.
At this time, someone brought a white porcelain altar and handed it to him, and he smelled a very refreshing smell.
"This is thirty-year-old morel. There are only two jars left in the village. One of them will have to wait many years to be given to the master in Huanggu Mountain. I will bring this jar for you to taste..."