Chapter 501 Islands
Above the five worlds, somewhere outside the sky.
Ten flying methods are suspended on the rolling river. The magic driving is like a dragon, dragon's claws, but the back is inserted with crane wings. The wings are hundreds of feet wide, carrying several hills. There are huts between the hills. There are air refiners in the house, or reading with a scroll, or looking up to the sky to eat gas, or overlooking the water connecting the Tianhe River, whispering in the hometown. Poetry.
There are countless cultivation schools in the world, and there are many monks. Some inheritances have withered, some inheritances are temporarily guaranteed, and the cultivation of gas is a little special. They have preserved most of their inheritance and got out of the ancient catastrophe. It is reasonable that they should be satisfied. However, the gas refiners regard the things handed down by their ancestors as treasures. Even if it is a broken shirt or a remnant, they will not easily abandon it. From the perspective of mortals, most of the gas refiners are sentimental poets, who like to recite poems, study the past, and better recall. They believe that the reason why the vein of qi refining can be preserved until now is because of the protection of the ancestors. Any object inherited from the ancestors is full of the painstaking efforts of their ancestors, and it is a great sin to lose it.
It took more than a hundred years to fly from my hometown to the five worlds, but I could no longer notice the existence of that person.
An Bochen has been sleeping at the bottom of the abyss for more than a hundred years. After waking up, he has never used gas refining to swallow the Taiyin sun, nor has he used the wind of yin and yang. Naturally, the qi refiners who stayed in the sky naturally could not notice it.
In a hut in French driving, two people are sitting opposite each other and talking about something.
Their sitting posture is meticulous, they are all kneeling, their gowns are crowned, they are graceful, and they are quite popular.
"Mr. Sun, the King of Dongyue just came again."
The smelter in black said.
"How many benefits have you given this time?" Known as Mr. Sun, is an old man with a white beard, with a big belly and a red face.
"The magic weapon, the elixir, the star... He promised whatever he could think of. The chemist in black replied.
"Can any children be moved?" Mr. Sun asked.
The black-clothed chemist hesitated for a moment and said with a wry smile, "For the time being, even if there is, I dare not show it. I have been away from my hometown for a long time. When I see the flower world outside, it's okay for a year or ten years, but after a hundred years, I will inevitably be moved.
With a long sigh, Mr. Sun looked at the rolling river through the window lattice, and his eyes flashed with sadness from time to time.
"The King of Dongyue and the Five Realms of the Dynasty have all benefited. They want to attract us and get us involved in the war. The older generation is fine, but the young children are hard to say. The king of Dongyue and the five worlds are powerful. Compared with them, we are like the waves in the river. As long as we are involved, they will be annihilated in a blink of an eye.
"The younger generation knows. As early as before the trip, several people said that it is enough to find the secrets of the five worlds on this trip, and do not get involved in the war. It seems that everyone has already expected the chaos of this central world.
"The interests are at the top, and people's hearts are scattered." Mr. Sun said quietly.
The black-dressed chemist frowned and thought, and hesitated, "Otherwise, shall we avoid it for the time being?"
"This..." Mr. Sun brushed his beard for a moment: "Tong, everyone is still in the retreat. Wait until he comes out of the customs..."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Sun's arm trembled, suddenly turned his head, and looked at somewhere in the world.
At the same moment, ten flying techniques, more than a hundred chemists threw away what they were doing at the same time, and looked at somewhere in the world, with an excited face.
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It was the morning of the ninth day when An Bochen came to the temple.
The three snakes followed closely and looked up at the three stone statues of the three snakes, which were motionless and pointed to the sky. They chattered endlessly.
"Senior, I'm coming."
He arched his hand towards the temple, An Bochen shouted.
A dazzling white light crossed the eyes, and then two gates appeared on the empty temple wall.
"It's not bad to repair three snakemen so soon." Seal characters appeared on the temple gate.
An Bochen's face turned slightly red, arched his hand, and his heart was a little embarrassed and collapsed.
Embarrassingly, the sarcasm in the "ide" tone was that the other party obviously knew that the three snakes were not the other three snakes.
After clearing his throat, An Bochen said in a low voice, "The senior said that as long as I was refined into three snakes, I would open the door and let me leave, and this barrier was also broken. Now the three snakes are here, please fulfill your promise.
After waiting for a long time, before seeing the seal characters appear on the temple gate again, An Bochen's heart hung up.
With a low cough, An Bochen pointed to the three snake people: "The younger generation knows that these three are not the other three, but the snake people of the younger generation also have three, which is not a bad word..."
Before An Bochen finished speaking, seal characters appeared on the temple.
"Speak less nonsense."
An Bochen said in his heart that this "thousand" does not seem to be as confusing as the reincarnation guard.
However, the next moment, An Bochen turned around in surprise and saw that the thick fog around the island gradually dispersed, and the powerful force that isolated him from the world also disappeared.
"Squeak..."
An Bochen's heart beat, and when he turned around, he saw the door of the temple open to both sides, revealing a dark and deep corridor.
"Please." The seal text emerged.
An Bochen was stunned. He never thought that things would go so smoothly. He still had a big basket of words to say, so he promised to let go.
"What, are you reluctant to leave, or do you want to play in Guixu for a few more days?"
"The senior laughed."
How dares An Bochen hesitate again? He was afraid that the other party would regret it. He hurried into the temple with three snakes.
When An Bochen's figure disappeared in the long corridor, the temple gate also closed.
The surging waves in the sky stopped flowing, and the stone statue of the three snakes standing on the island slowly opened their eyes.
"Bold, why let him go!"
The fierce snake man stared at the temple gate coldly and shouted harshly.
Every time it spits out a word, the island shakes, and the sea around the island also overturns the terrible waves.
"In my opinion, it should be the meaning of the Taoist." The snake man with a dignified expression smiled faintly.
"Exact. This is what I mean." The thought said.
Hearing the words, the two snake man was silent at the same time. After a long time, the snake man who had not spoken smiled and said, "The Taoist's mind is really intriguing."
"Is it possible that the Taoist is idle and bored and wants to cultivate an opponent to play? South China True Sutra, Tao Te Ching... The authors of these two skills were even praised by the Taoist masters in those years. The fierce snake man stared.
"How come, the Taoist is not as boring as you think." The snake said, "Don't worry so much. The intention of the Taoist will be understood one day. That idea, are you going to turn around?"
"Natural. It's just that the three Taoist brothers have suffered and continue to guard the ruins.
The last sentence appeared on the temple door, and then the temple and the island contracted inward and became smaller, turning into a crystal clear light spot, which flashed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.