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In the morning, Gu Yunfeng rose in the morning glow, the sea of clouds surged, and the purple gas came to the east. Many disciples swallowed a trace of purple gas between heaven and earth, and the pure Yuanyang surged.

Jinyang has been polishing the magic power to deduce the prohibition of the holy light world all night. He dares not neglect it. The first flexible pure yang spirit dances in the yuan god, pushing Jinyang's Taoist cultivation little by little. The slightly strong pure yang spirit makes Jinyang not want to vomit and break through again.

He knocked on the door twice, "Brother Jinyang has borrowed his father's sword. Please open the door and talk about it." Jin Yang heard Song Yuqing's voice clearly. Jinyang, who was sitting in **, slowly closed his work and sat for a while before opening the door.

Song Yuqing stood outside the door, holding a long sword in his arms, with a straight posture and solemn posture.

"Brother Song." The two looked at each other and smiled.

Song Yuqing said first, "Brother Jinyang, my master and uncle want to see you, I don't know if it's possible?" After hearing this, Jin Yang stepped out of the door and smiled, "Yes, call Jingchu together." As soon as he finished speaking, Jingchu came out of the door, sleepy and lazy.

"Let's go and meet the teacher together." Jingchu took the lead.

"Here" Song Yuqing led the way, and the three of them went out of the poor house and headed for the main hall.

The main hall of Guyunfeng is neither high nor wide. It is ordinary and has no fairy atmosphere. The hall is simple, and there are two parallel portraits hanging in the middle. They are the ancestors of Taixuanzong and Gu Yunfeng's palm veins. They are all immortals and Taoist bones and become immortals.

An old man sat in the main seat, with gray hair, a simple robe and a bitter face, as if there was something unspeakable. The middle-aged man in the first seat on the left faces Heyue and has a sense of closeness between his hands and feet. Song Yuqing stood on his right head with a long sword in his arms, not squinting, and recognized that it was really true. Jinyang glanced and knew that the master of the throne must be Gu Yunzhangfeng Song Yuqing, and the head of the left must be the head of Taixuanzong.

"I have met two predecessors" Jin Yang worshipped, and Jingchu also did the same.

The two nodded, and the middle-aged man smiled and said with a bitter old man first: "I don't know where to be born later. I heard from Yuqing that you want to borrow a sharp sword?"

Jinyang was worried. Hearing about the perennial war between the two counties of Yue and Wu, I'm afraid that this Taixuanzong is the main force among them. If you report to the Shimen, you are likely to be criticized. Looking up at the old man and looking directly at himself with a pair of clear eyes, Jin Yang instantly decided to tell the truth: "The true disciples of the ancestors of Zuzhou Tianmen."

The old man nodded and didn't say anything, but the middle-aged man with the left head stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. The war of My Xuanzong has nothing to do with the Tianmen Holy Land. Just don't talk about it in front of the Taoist people in Heshan. Today, I'm just meeting the person who borrowed the sword."

After hearing this, Jinyang was much relieved. Jingchu beside him gradually became impatient. Looking at the two people pretending to be very uncomfortable, he couldn't help whispering: "The sanctimonious" hall was silent for a moment. Song Yuqing fell into a cold sweat, and the cold air came out. Jin Yang said it was not good. Looking at Jingchu, she didn't feel any abnormality in the hall, just like an innocent person.

For a long time, the head of Taixuanzong laughed: "It's really terrible. I don't like old guys like us." Zhangmen looked at the old man Zhangfeng, and Zhangfeng nodded in recognition of his statement.

"What have you found in the inner circumference before" Jin Yang was curious.

"The elixir that improves magic power, high-level fairy weapons, and it is said that there is another divine elixir that has obtained the law," Song Yuqing replied.

"I don't need these things. I just want to see the stone fetus of the fallen Holy Spirit." Jin Yang said. I don't want either." Jingchu suddenly plugged in.

"You don't worry about these things," Song Yuqing smiled, which was very bitter. Jin Yang saw it clearly and couldn't help replying, "You don't know my situation. I'm still waiting for the crime." Jin Yang said depressedly. Song Yuqing didn't ask much when he heard the words, but just nodded.

Half a day spent chatting until it entered the swamp and stopped talking. The vast ocean was endless, and the muddy water emitted a rotten smell. Swamp crocodiles foraging in groups, and all kinds of strange birds lived in it. They even saw a hundred-foot-long dragon, swimming in the mud.

Forty or fifty people walked slowly over the swamp until the edge of the fog stopped. The fog rolled and white, covering the center of Daze for dozens of miles, hazy and unreal.

"Everyone, be careful, the divine consciousness can't be seen in the fog, and it's only about ten feet away. Fortunately, the map has been prepared for a long time, and everyone follows me."

Often in front of a horse, holding a map and flying a flying sword to the white fog. Then came the eldest disciple of Zhangfeng, Jin Yang and Jingchu followed Song Yuqing.

I don't feel strange outside. As soon as I enter the fog, the world suddenly does not distinguish between southeast and northwest, as if entering an independent space. Often moving forward slowly, changing the direction left and right, as if drawing circles in place.

"What's going on?" Jin Yang asked Song Yuqing around him, and Jingchu also looked at it curiously.

"The cave is a small world independent of the big world. It stands in the void. Now I see that these fogs are actually space turbulence. If you accidentally miss it, you don't know where you have been exiled. If this fog dissipates, it means that the small world will also move away." Song Yuqing explained unpresponsarily.

"It can still walk," Jing Chu asked in surprise.

"Yes, the owner of Dongtian can control it, which shows its magical power, so no faction has been willing to capture it." Song Yuqing nodded.

Jingchu's eyes widened and looked carefully in the fog. After a while, he pointed to his side and shouted, "I saw a magic weapon there." Everyone immediately stopped, and even Chang Zaim, who carefully identified the map, looked back at Jingchu.

"Really, I saw a big clock flashing away in it." Jingchu watched everyone staring at him.

"You mean you can see the space turbulence instead of the appearance?" I often ask tentatively.

"I can see," Jingchu nodded repeatedly. Jin Yang glanced at him and found that everyone was happy and seemed to have something good. Chang Zai's reincarned brother actually collected the map, as if he wanted to do a big fight in the fog.

"Jingchu girl, why don't you take the magic weapon to salvage those things in the space turbulence? What do you think?" I often look at Jingchu and seem to be very eager.

Jingchu did not immediately agree, but looked at the white fog in the eyes of ordinary people and stared at it for a quarter of an hour without blinking. Yes, just find a long rope magic weapon that will not be cut by space, otherwise it won't work.

"The little sister lent your Hun Tian Ling for Jing Chu girl" is often in an unquestionable tone. Qin Ziyi quickly untied the Hun Tian Ling on her waist and handed it to Jing Chu.

"Is there anything else?" Jing first looked at the fog with a serious look.

"Yes." Chang replied, "Sister Eight borrowed your spiritual whip." Yu Qi behind Jingchu handed over a small and exquisite jade whip.

"I think there are more, as many as there are." Jingchu held two magic weapons in his hand and stared at the fog. His eyes shot a divine light and stirred in them. As soon as Jingchu finished speaking, someone sent magic weapons that could be entangled one by one. Everyone was very eager for the treasures in the space turbulence.

Forty or 50 people gathered around and looked at the magic weapon that kept flying out of Jingchu's hand. In a short time, something was pulled up. It was like fishing, mostly some broken fairy artifacts and messy things. The value was not high, but the materials alone made people happy.

Jingchu suddenly stood still and did not offer a magic weapon.

"What's wrong?" Jin Yang, standing next to Jingchu, asked in a low voice. Jingchu's face was uncertain, and he thought about it very much and said, "I saw a big guy, and there seemed to be life fluctuations."

Everyone listened to it for a while**, and there was a lot of discussion, and even Chang Zai kept thinking about it for a while.

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