Chapter 861

Chu Yan didn't know that the third prince had come to visit important people. He seldom asked the truth since he was practicing in Tianhua mountain. Most of the time, he practiced with Qingcheng, and then studied the way of huowen.

Now, he has opened all the nine floors of jiutianxuan pagoda, but he still doesn't know the real function of jiutianxuan pagoda. He only knows that there are many records of gods, treasures and supernatural powers in it, including some amazing history between heaven and earth.

On this day, Chu Yan sat alone in the bamboo forest manor, with a cauldron stove in front of him, burning a flame, constantly extracting, refining and condensing the elixir.

From the road of practice, his alchemy has fallen a lot. Fortunately, over the years, his alchemy has been improved. Alchemy and refining utensils are all based on the alchemy of fire pattern. Therefore, without lack of resources, his alchemy soon caught up.

"Hum!" On this day, there is a strong fragrance of Dan, which is scattered in the bamboo forest.

"Did it work?" Liu Qingcheng walks along with a smile, holding a tray with delicious banquets on it.

Seeing Qingcheng, Chu Yan stopped his action, got up with a smile and took over the delicious food.

"Qing Cheng, you are a good craftsman." Chuyan eat, still don't forget to praise a, Liu Qingcheng exhibition Yan smile: "slow down."

"Well."

This kind of warm days, unknowingly in the past.

Honest sent people to Huatian palace, but they didn't fall in Huatian palace.

Perhaps because of the imminent opening of Shenglong Pavilion, Xianyu has been very stable for a long time. Except Huaqing Xianchao, several top forces have recalled their disciples who are practicing outside.

From this point, we can see that the forces in Xianyu attach great importance to Shenglong Pavilion.

"How strong is Tianjiao in Shenglong pavilion?" On this day, Chu Yan practiced, looked up at the changing clouds on the sky, and sighed.

"Why, feel the pressure?" In the distance, suddenly there was an ethereal voice. It was Bingyu xianzun.

"Master." Chu Yan gets up and respects Bingyu xianzun. He is still very fond of Bingyu xianzun. When she was on the demon mountain, she ignored the oppression of Huaqing Xianchao and appeared for herself.

"You're welcome. If you don't mind, just call me elder martial sister just like Qingcheng." Bingyu said with a smile, Chuyan grinned: "elder martial sister Bingyu."

"Well." Bingyu nodded gently, then said: "I listen to Qingcheng say, soon after, you will go to the holy Dragon Pavilion?"

"I do want to go." Chu Yan said seriously, not for chance, just for Qingyi, he will go.

"Master, let me tell you something about Shenglong Pavilion." Ice jade immortal gently points the head, Chu Yan is slightly surprised: "have you ever been in the holy Dragon Pavilion?"

"I've been in Shenglong Pavilion for 300 years, and I've been in xianzun realm before I come out." Chu Yan was surprised that Bingyu xianzun didn't hide the truth. It turned out that Bingyu xianzun had been in Shenglong Pavilion, and only came out of the realm of xianzun?

Then he remembered that in the Huaqing Xianchao period, Hua Qingyu had mentioned that he would also enter the Shenglong Pavilion.

"Master, is there no limit to the realm in Shenglong pavilion?" Chu Yan asked. After years of practice, he has been to many secret palaces and cultivation places. But in general, such places are sealed by powerful people. For example, in the fairyland, only the king can enter. So he thought that the holy Dragon Pavilion would be a similar place.

"Of course not." Bingyu xianzun said with a smile: "if there is a limit to the realm, the chance will be limited. For some people at the top who have reached this realm, how can they be dangerous? If there is no pressure, how can it become a holy land of practice? "

"Like the fairyland, although it is a holy land for practice, it is only a place for the true disciples of the fairyland to gain Qi and fortune, but how much progress can they make without pressure?" Bingyu immortal said, Chu Yan suddenly, it is true that although there are many opportunities in the world of searching for immortals, the bondage of the realm, on the contrary, has no pressure on some. Moreover, in the world of searching for immortals, the idea of immortals and the idea of immortals can be infiltrated. In this way, the offspring of some top forces are more rampant and reckless, but it is difficult to play the role of experience.

"Shenglong Pavilion, in fact, is an independent immortal realm. Its size is no less than that in the middle of the immortal realm. There are many local forces, including some ancient Immortal Emperor figures. But there are many opportunities in Shenglong Pavilion. In addition, there have been generations of Immortal King figures in Shenglong Pavilion, so it is known as the birthday of the Immortal King It's raw land. "

Bingyu immortal said in a low voice: "that's why the master asked you to practice the way of huowen before. Although your talent is good and your fighting power is strong, now you can see that your realm is too low. In front of the real top forces, the saint is very small, but the huowen master is not the same. This is a special identity. In a certain area, you have a special identity In this case, it will be more easily valued by big forces than combat power. "

Chu Yan suddenly, an independent world?

"Practice well. When you enter the holy Dragon Pavilion, you will meet some middle people who are still practicing in it. There are infinite possibilities." The ice jade immortal took out a token, which was made of pure ice. But the ice was very bitter. Just standing far away, you can find the strong cold inside, which will never melt."This token comes from a place called BingChan sect in Shenglong Pavilion. When you enter Shenglong Pavilion, you can go to this sect with this order. With your talent, someone will take you." Ice jade immortal and exhort sound, Chu Yan seriously took ice carving token: "thank you immortal."

"No harm, practice well." Bingyu xianzun just left with a light laugh.

Holding the token in his hand, Chu Yan is more serious. Time is pressing.

After a period of time, Chu Yan was practicing all the time. Finally, he was tempered by many immortal grasses. A month later, he made a breakthrough. His realm rose to the fourth level of Saint, that is, the intermediate saint. This breakthrough made him feel like a fish in water, and his vitality became stronger.

In one month, his other true selves broke through one after another and reached the saint level 4.

Similarly, the day of separation is a bit closer.

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at this time, one of the immortals.

It doesn't belong to one of the five immortals, nor is it the demon kingdom.

Here is called: the wasteland of immortals, because it is extremely lonely and dilapidated.

But in the outside world, more people are willing to call it the city of sin.

The reason is very simple, because it is more chaotic than the rest of the immortals. There are corpses everywhere, and there is no royal clan to speak of. The battlefield is everywhere.

Among the people who practice here, the most are those who commit great crimes in other immortal regions and flee here.

There are no rules here. There is no distinction between good and evil. As long as you are strong enough, you can be king and live here.

Of course, there are some people here who are forced. For example, once in the middle of the immortal Kingdom, there was a man who was chased and killed by a big force. After years of practice, his descendants killed that big force, killed countless people, and created a great evil. Later, they had nowhere to escape and came here.

Because there are also immortal characters here. There is an unwritten rule in the immortal kingdom. No matter how deep the hatred is, once the other party escapes into the city of sin, the hatred can not be pursued.

Of course, unless you want to die, a generation of immortal emperors from outside will be surrounded and killed by the evil people here. Therefore, in the immortal Kingdom, even some of the most powerful people are not willing to set foot here easily.

On this day, in the wasteland of immortals, there was a chaotic battlefield below, surrounded by many powerful immortals. On a central tower, there was a strong immortal, who was named the evil immortal. All those immortals were his subordinates.

Today is the day when he chose a general, so he called in countless sages. The sages below have gathered many, nearly a thousand people. From the inferior sages to the superior sages, they will enter the chaotic battlefield. At the end of the competition, one person will be left.

At this time, among the countless sages, there was a thin figure. He was the fourth grade sage, wearing a black suit and a hat, covering his face and hiding in the crowd.

"Xianzun, we're all here. Do you want to start?" On the building, a fairy figure said.

"Well." The immortal nodded his head gently, and several immortals stepped out. Then he turned into figures and blocked the battlefield. The power of rules came to form a unique platform.

"The next competition, the group battle, only one person, start." A powerful fairy ordered.

"Boom!" All of a sudden, many sages and sages are out of sight. In their eyes, there is a trace of madness. In the next period of time, they will experience a fierce competition. Only one person in this battlefield can live, and only one can become the saint General of the evil immortal.

At this time, an ugly man kept turning his eyes. His own realm, at Saint level 6, fell on the young man in black not far away. The young man was introverted and looked very weak.

Immediately, this person showed a smile of evil spirit, full of yellow teeth, very disgusting: "now people, really do not want to die, such a gentle little guy as you, even to participate in the selection of immortal?"

"You are not my opponent." He glanced at the young man in black.

The man's eyes shrank, and his smile was especially ironic. He was the evil man in the outside world. I don't know how many people he killed with his butcher's knife. Today, he was despised by a young man?

"Go to hell!" The ugly man roared wildly, and then he stepped out, and suddenly the dark light bloomed into endless stars. A magic knife in his hand, like bloodthirsty, stabbed directly at the chest of the young man in black.

"Alas."

The young man in black sighed. Under the strong intention of the sword, he still did not move and stood in the same place.

Poof!

But the next moment, when the magic knife came and stabbed into the body of the young man in black, the ugly man's eyes changed, because he found that after his knife stabbed, there was no obstruction, it penetrated through the body of the young man in black. Then, the figure of the young man became more and more thin in front of him, until finally, it disappeared.

"Why seek death." An ethereal sound came to his ears. The ugly man was frightened. He didn't see clearly how the young man moved, and he didn't know where he was at this time. But at the next moment, there was endless sword light in the sky, which seemed to come through time and space, annihilate him and finally smash him.At this time, there is a breeze blowing, and the young man in black appears again. He is still standing there. In the wind, his hat is blown away, and his handsome face can no longer be covered. His sharp eyes have some aura. At this time, if some people who know Chuyan well, they will be extremely shocked.

How can there be such a similar person in the world.

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