Journey To Longevity

As the Jinlin Yaojun took the lead to fly forward, the remaining seven Nascent Soul monks also followed, but the parties were separated by a few miles in a tacit understanding, and they were not too close.

Xiao Feng and Ming Ling gathered together, each other's eyes were full of vigilance, for fear that at any time other fellow daoists in the team would suddenly rise up and get involved, and they would be involved as well.

Although the barbaric domain is praised by all the monks, it is not a barren land.

On the vast land, all you can see are majestic mountains with towering ancient trees, and among the mountains, rivers and rivers rush through the fertile fields, and there are groups of wild beasts in between.

At first glance, it is far more vibrant than the Three Realms.

It's just that a group of Nascent Soul monks didn't care to watch the scenery along the way, but looked cautious.

After five or six days like this, they only traveled more than ten thousand miles towards the barbaric domain.

Although Nascent Soul cultivators can travel 30,000 to 40,000 miles a day, they dare not be so ostentatious in a place like the Barbaric Domain, where space cracks often appear without knowing when and where, so they can only use all their spiritual consciousness Unfold it, and condense the mana into thousands of tentacles that are hard to see with the naked eye. The two think that they cooperate, and spread them within a radius of ten miles around the body, paying attention to any wind and grass around them.

For their own safety, the speed of the eight Nascent Soul cultivators was even slower than that of ordinary Golden Core cultivators.

And just as they were exploring in the Manyu, more than 20 startled rainbows suddenly rose into the sky almost at the same time from various places along the coast of Nanzhou. go.

On the other side, a few days ago, there was a place full of Buddhist temples and luxuriant ancient trees in the abdomen of West Desert.

Under the shade of the colorful trees, several monks stepped barefoot on the bluestone and walked slowly until they came to a quaint pagoda before stopping.

"Pho Tuo, is Uncle Jueming in the pagoda?" One of the monks with a compassionate face clasped his hands together, performed a Buddhist salute, and said softly.

As soon as the words fell, there was only a rustling sound from the ancient forest, a giant ring-striped black-backed python circled down from a towering ancient tree, and swam to the front of the crowd, its upper body stood upright for five or six feet high.

The Dharma guardian dragon called Phodo said in a hissed voice, "Master Uncle is in seclusion, comprehending the scriptures, it is at a critical moment, what do you have to tell me?"

"Golden Scale sent a message to go to the realm of Yunfu." Monk Miaofa said slowly.

"It was originally for this matter. Master uncle has already explained to me before retreating, everything is done according to fate, and there is no need to do other things." Phosphorus Tuo said.

"I understand." Monk Miaofa replied.

At this time, a giant lion came from the sky, turned into a bearded man when it landed, and said in a low voice to Phosphorus: "Don't you take this opportunity to teach Nanzhou? Wouldn't it be a pity to miss this good opportunity? "

"Li Shi, are you questioning Master Uncle's decision?" Phodo Tuo's huge snake body was coiled, and a pair of lantern-like eyes stared at the big man coldly.

"Don't dare, I just feel it's a pity." The bearded man shook his head and said.

"Let's go, don't disturb the cleanliness of this place." After leaving this sentence, Phutuo turned around and went up the ancient tree, disappearing into the forest canopy.

Everyone couldn't help sighing, and had no choice but to give up, turned around and turned into a curl of green smoke, which dispersed with the wind.

And in the pagoda there, an old man with a blue face turned the rows of scriptures on the shelf casually, walked slowly, and walked to a stone room. Looking at an old monk with a thin figure and a miserable face, he couldn't help but Laughed.

Hearing the sound, Jueming opened his eyes, but those eyes were as clear and dust-free as a baby's. He got up and clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "I have seen the Venerable, but I don't know that the Venerable's trip is for the Nanzhou Human Race and the Spirit Race? If the venerable is unwilling, the junior should come forward and settle the matter."

"No, as you said, everything is due to fate." Venerable Dapeng shook his head and said.

"Then what is the Venerable doing this trip?" Jueming said.

"To borrow the Nine Bird Token, the Nine-Headed Bird Token should be in your temple." Venerable Dapeng said unhurriedly.

Hearing what Venerable Dapeng said, Jueyue didn't deny it, but simply nodded, and then turned his hand and took out a bronze token, presenting it in front of him.

This token token has the word "ghost car" written in ancient tadpole script on the middle of the front, and a strange bird with red color like a duck and nine heads singing like a duck is engraved on the back.

Seeing this, Venerable Dapeng nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "As far as I know, the two orders of the Golden Crow and the Phoenix are in the Xuanyuan Sect, and the Wanlingu has the Bifang Order, and as for the Beimingxuan Palace, it is Kunpeng." , Suzaku, and Chongming three orders. Now that Qingluan and Shangfu don't know where they are, the treasures have spirits, and I don't know when they will appear in this world?"

"When the time comes, the treasure will reveal itself. If you force it too much, you will fall into the devil's path by mistake." Jueming said.

"With your temperament, it's no wonder that those four old guys imprisoned you in this pagoda hundreds of years ago, and missed a great opportunity for more than a hundred years. Don't you feel it's a pity? Do you have resentment in your heart?" Dapeng His Holiness laughed.

"My little monk has never heard several uncles mentioned that you exist in this world, but the venerable knows so much about my White Horse Temple, which really puzzles me." Jueming didn't answer, but Asked about other things.

It's just that there are no waves in his eyes, they are still like a mirror, so he knows that he doesn't care.

"Of course I know everything I want to know." Venerable Dapeng said with a half-smile.

After finishing speaking, the venerable roc waved his hand casually, and a space crack about ten feet high and five or six feet wide appeared out of thin air in front of him. It stepped into it with one step, and disappeared in place without a trace.

Only the old monk Jueming was left behind, sighed the Buddha's name, then turned around and sat cross-legged facing the wall, and fell into silence like a dead tree.

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Time passed by little by little, and it was January again in a blink of an eye.

In the barbaric domain, under the guidance of the cloud heart, the golden scale demon monarch led several other fellow Taoists, and when he fled to the sky above an inconspicuous hill, he suddenly stopped.

Then, from the cloud heart compass, a blue beam of light with the thickness of a bowl shot out abruptly, straight into the sky.

The clouds in the upper sky were rippling, centered on this beam of light, and scattered in all directions, and then in the void, a huge phantom of a mountain and river emerged.

The Golden Scale Demon Lord took a look, and there was a sense of joy on his tired face.

It held the treasure in one hand and made a formula with the other. It murmured an incomprehensible incantation softly, and then opened its five fingers, and shot a golden light from the palm of the hand, hitting the blue cloud center of Yuanpan.

Immediately, the cloud heart flew out of it, and headed towards the phantom of the mountains and rivers. Once the two came into contact, the latter solidified for a short time.

Seeing this, the eight Nascent Soul cultivators present turned into rainbows of various colors without saying a word, and escaped into it in an instant.