Leaving his strange sense of Nan Fenglan, Xiang Yang concentrated again and walked step by step towards the end of the Dongyang Road. At this time, the road was already empty, only his footsteps echoed clearly in the empty corridor.

In the end, Xiang Yang actually walked out of the mountain through the corridor and came to a colorful world full of vitality, birds singing and flowers singing, and all the colors and lights became vivid.

The eyes are filled with purple vines, branches like hemp ropes, tangled and twisted, turning into long snakes and tied to a huge mirror-holding sculpture, locking it firmly like an iron lock in the prison.

It is surrounded by iron walls on three sides, with silver hooks and iron paintings on it, and is engraved with strange words like tadpole text. The brushwork is vigorous, just like the water of the sky surging down, surging thousands of miles, full of imposing spiritual pressure. Looking at the traces, it is made by someone using the finger strength of his fingers.

In the environment, except for flowers, plants and trees, there is a man with vicissitudes of face, gray hair, and simple clothes like an old farmer in the fields.

He squatted on the ground, holding an awkward branch in his hand, writing and painting on the soft soil, his face full of sorrow, as if he was calculating something, and he never noticed that outsiders had arrived at him.

Seeing this person, Xiang Yang's nerves suddenly tense, his face was originally calm, joy, calm and quiet. He observed the simple old man's every move, as if he had seen a vast epic scroll that was unfolded, full of magnificence and vicissitudes.

A master of enlightenment is also a strong man who has absolutely broken one of the three levels, and 90% may be masters who have opened the spiritual divine sect. In addition to the seven major enlightenment, the Divine Capture Sect also has masters of enlightenment. It is indeed extremely powerful. It is worthy of suppressing the world and helping the Great Zhou dominate the nineteen states.

Xiang Yang quickly confirmed the strength of this old man. He brought such great pressure to him that ordinary enlightenment was impossible, so he must be a master who opened the three levels of Shenzang.

However, this person's physical cultivation is not strong, at least compared with the Tiger King, it can be seen that it should be related to the True Qi Divine Cancel or the Spirit Divine Cancel. Xiang Yang's perception is keen and the sword god is mysterious. He guessed that he should be a strong man who broke the Spirit Divine Cancel.

"My younger generation Xiang Yang, please pay homage to seniors. This time I came to borrow a mirror inside the door to use it. I would like to ask seniors for convenience."

After Xiang Yang looked at the man, he bowed respectfully, and then spoke, "The sound was not loud, but it was extremely obvious in this empty and quiet space. As long as he was not a deaf person, he could hear it."

"Get the token, sit in front of the mansion, and look at the mirror hanging on it."

The old man was originally immersed in his own world and calculated a powerful and mysterious martial art. He was disturbed by Xiang Yang's words and was not angry. He just replied indifferently, without looking up, and his hands were still constantly moving, and he was just a one-point and two-point effort.

Xiang Yang took off the jade plaque hanging around his waist according to the old man's instructions, and gently stroked it. The jade plaque fell not far away in front of the old man with a silence. Then he walked to the front of the man's eagle, straightened his long gown, and sat cross-legged.

The carving in front of him was about ten feet high and was carved from jade. It looked like a masterpiece, exquisite and full of charm.

He surrounded the apron made of fine grass, holding a strong and powerful holy sword in his hand, pointing to the sky, and between his eyebrows, a great aura of pointing out the country and stepping through the sky spread wildly.

This should be made by later generations based on the image of Wang Qi, a man described in myths and legends, which is considered a kind of sustenance.

A round light mirror as big as a palm hung around the waist of the statue, shining brightly. Xiang Yang looked at it and instantly fell into darkness. With his powerful spiritual cultivation, he was unable to resist and was instantly hit.

Just as Xiang Yang's consciousness was sinking into darkness, the old man who was originally squatting on the ground to write and draw sighed, raised the branch in his hand and gently lifted it, and then flew the jade plaque not far away in front of him, and fell to a recess on the iron wall on the east side, embedded it in it, and the mountain made a squeaking sound of gear rotation.

At the same time, dozens of people outside who were sitting cross-legged in front of the light mirror, including the acquired, the innate, and the remaining Wu Qinglie, broke free from the spiritual world, and his whole body was wet.

"Mr. Liu, why is this? According to the merits he exchanged from his subordinates, he should be able to last for three hours this time. Why did he stop my practice in less than an hour?"

In the square where Xiang Yang passed for the first time, a young man with sweat on his face, as if he had just been fished out of the water asked the person in charge with an unexpected expression. Of course, his tone was not dissatisfaction, but curiosity.

Not only this person, but the other dozen acquired warriors also had a look of loss that had not been enjoyed. The strong improvement of their spiritual cultivation was suddenly interrupted, which was really unacceptable.

"This is the recent purple-clothed chief inspector Xiang Yang practiced at the end of Dongyang Road, preparing to attack the enlightenment of Taoism. Therefore, from today on, the Dongyang Road will be temporarily sealed. You will go back and sort out what you have learned and come back after Xiang Yang comes out of seclusion.

As for the remaining time you have, after this matter is finished, we will make up for it all, and there is no need to worry about it."

This man was just now secretly evaluating Xiang Yang's qualifications and Shen Yun Tiancheng's master. He had expected this day and said calmly.

The movement of the mirror of the illumination heart is related to the operation of the entire first-line sky, and it consumes the huge spiritual energy accumulated by the entire first-line sky. It is very special. These little shrimps naturally cannot survive and cannot get it well. They have to terminate their practice and give way to Xiang Yang.

"Xiang Yang? Could it be that Xiang Yang, the chief inspector of Xiang Yang, who was once the descendant of Taishang Dao Sect, was as famous as the genius Brahma Bodhi in the Ten Thousand Buddha Caves? He actually rushed to prove the Tao here?

Could it be that my God-Catcher Sect is going to be the eighth God-Catcher?”

A stone stirred up thousands of waves. On the small square, the atmosphere became instantly enthusiastic. Everyone broke free from the loss just now, their eyes were red inexplicably red, their breath was heavy, and they looked extremely excited.

To prove the truth, for acquired warriors, or any warrior who has never achieved enlightenment, it is an unattainable state, a farther distance than the starry sky and the earth, and a true martial arts myth.

What an honor it is to be born under your own testimony. I am afraid that there is only one chance in my life.

Not to mention that Xiang Yang is well-known, he has long been the idol and spiritual sustenance of thousands of gods and detectives.

At this moment, these people no longer have the intention of not leaving. They just want to run around and tell their relatives and friends about the news.

The battle between the gods and the battle of Tianxingtai only exists among a few people, and most people do not know about it.
Chapter completed!