Under the moon.

The sky above Xianzong is filled with splendor and auspicious omens.

Zhao Yun could see it most clearly, because the wisps of extraordinary colors all came from the mist and rain. She sat cross-legged in the fairy pond, bathing in the clouds, and her bloodline and origin quietly passed into nirvana along with the vision.

"The Saint has transformed again?"

Many disciples and elders walked up to the top of the mountain and looked out from the air.

As everyone knows, the transformed person is a Taoist saint. Who makes them have similar bloodlines? It is extremely difficult for those with little knowledge to identify. Only the ancestors know the origin of the two.

“Great place.”

Zhao Yun had already reached the Immortal Pond and was squatting there to study.

After seeing it, he realized that there was a strange power lingering in the pool. It was a power that he had never seen before. It was ancient yet ethereal, magnificent yet restrained. Yanyu was refined by this power.

The Taoist Immortal is really not stupid. He sends his disciples all the way to the Immortal Sect to try and get a chance.

To be honest, he also wanted to go down and take a shower, so that he could get some luck even if everything was saved.

"I've seen enough."

Not far away, misty words came.

Nai Bu missed the sky and was sitting in the pavilion reading ancient scrolls.

Zhao Yun withdrew his eyes from the fairy pond and stepped into the pavilion in a few steps.

"How come you have time to come to Qingluan Peak?" Bu Niantian said with a smile.

"I want to borrow something from you." Mr. Zhao chuckled.

"What."

"Mo Tian pulls his fingers."

"Going to Dream Island?"

"Wait for him to save his life."

Zhao Yun took a deep breath, and his words were true. Mo Tian could save the body of the primeval world by pulling his finger. Mengxian said that if he saved the body of the primeval world, he would free Yunyan. Therefore, this was also a rescue of Yunyan.

It's easy to talk even if you don't read the sky. With a flick of your hand, Mo Tian's finger flew out of his sleeve, reflecting the dim starlight and flashing ancient light. Sometimes it would tremble slightly, causing the space to distort.

"Thank you." Zhao Yunma accepted.

"Don't you want to know what secrets are involved in this thing?" Bu Nian Tian Dao.

"Tell me about it!" Zhao Yun breathed a sigh of relief at the ring. When he was done, he wiped it with his sleeve. He hadn't seen it for many days, and the ring was quite mysterious. He wanted to take a peek, but he didn't have enough vision.

"There is a ray of law hidden within it."

"Laws?...whose laws?"

"The founder of the Immortal Sect is Zi Zai Tian." Bu Nian Tian did not hide it.

"No wonder." Zhao Yun murmured, and then he realized why so many people wanted this finger ring.

Everything that involves gods has extraordinary meaning.

"Remember to keep this thing safe," Bu Niantian warned.

"Where people are, there they are."

Zhao Yun breathed another sigh of relief and polished his finger.

"The conferment ceremony will be held in three days, and you will be made the Holy Son. Please do not run around for these two days."

"It's okay if you don't go."

"You'll have a chance if you go."

"Then...do I need to change into new clothes?"

Zhao Yun spoke seriously, and became particularly energetic when he heard the opportunity.

"random."

Bu Niantian had already stood up and cast a sidelong glance at the guy before leaving.

She was very relieved to have such an outstanding living treasure.

After she left, Zhao Yun also came out of the pavilion, holding Mo Tian's finger in his arms, and went to the fairy pond again. He also picked up a piece of water from the fairy pond, hung it in the palm of his hand, and stared at it with his eyes.

"What kind of power is this?" Zhao Yun asked.

"The power of Nirvana." Yun Yan whispered.

"Nirvana?"

"The ancestor of Daluo practiced the path of Nirvana, and this fairy pond is what he left behind."

"It's because I have limited knowledge."

Zhao Yun laughed dryly and actually jumped into the fairy pond.

The power of Nirvana! It was so extraordinary, and he wanted to practice it.

The strange thing is that as soon as his front foot entered, he was thrown out the next second. What he felt clearly was a majestic force surging in the pool, which formed a strong repulsion against him.

"If you want to enter this immortal pond, you need to go to the Taixu Realm." Yunyan spoke leisurely.

"You didn't tell me earlier." Mr. Zhao stumbled before regaining his balance.

When he was amused, misty rain's body and fairy clouds bloomed, and more ancient visions frequently evolved, accompanied by mysterious heavenly sounds, which should be the immortal treasure inherited by blood being inspired.

"I won't bother you anymore."

Zhao Yun took one last look, turned and left.

After descending from Qingluan Peak, he went to Jiulong Pond.

It's an extremely yin place! It absorbs the moonlight at night, making it even colder. Even those with as strong as his bloodline can't help but shiver. This is why this place is sparsely populated, especially ordinary disciples, who can't get close at all. Not to mention

The physical body and even the soul can be frozen into ice.

"Juniors are here to see you."

Zhao Yun took the jug and sprinkled a piece of wine as a memorial. Although it was of little use, over time, it could produce strange powers, similar to Buddhist incense and telepathy.

Barbarian King and Yin Yue King felt it, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

This is a good sign. The road to spiritual nourishment seems to be on the right track.

He left again, leaving a clone behind to guard him.

Tianzi Peak in the middle of the night was not peaceful, and the sound of sword chants was endless.

When Zhao Yun came up, he saw the dragon concubine and the little money fan sparring with swords.

The fat immortal and the old magic stick are also there. Although they are not serious on weekdays, they are still very reliable at critical moments. They are not the masters of the dragon concubine and the little money fan, but they are giving guidance as a master.

Zhao Yun looked around for a week, but did not see the Lord of the Dark Night.

Instead, it was Dapeng, swaggering towards him.

"It would be nice to learn a few moves."

Dapeng twisted his neck fiercely, his eyes shining brightly.

After many days of seclusion, he gained a lot of good fortune, and his combat power also increased to the extreme.

So, you have to find someone to test the waters! You also have to find someone who can resist being beaten.

Zhao Yun is quite suitable! He is rough-skinned and thick-bodied, so it won't hurt him if he gets chopped a few times.

"Is your skin itchy?" Zhao Yun said casually, still looking around while speaking.

"It's not certain who will be beaten?" Dapeng was as fast as a startling light, and he was there in an instant.

The next scene was particularly strange. It was true that he had reached Zhao Yun, but he stood there motionless. It was easy to see that the boards of a statue were straight. His expression was dull, and his eyes were empty.

You can see by looking at it that after suffering an illusion, the mind was dragged into the realm of illusion.

"Am I handsome?"

"handsome."

"As long as he's handsome."

After a brief dialogue, Zhao Yun walked by like the wind.

When passing Dapeng, I patted Dapeng on the shoulder.

It was his gentle pat that made Dapeng's mind return.

Once he regained his consciousness, his whole body was in a bad state. He had extraordinary fighting power and thought he could fight Zhao Yun for 180 rounds. He never thought that he would be defeated by an illusion.

"This doesn't count. Let's try again." Dapeng refused to accept it and chased after him again.

"It seems that your skin is itchy." Zhao Yun moved his wrist.

After suffering a loss, Dapeng had a long memory this time. He protected his eyes with mysterious power and protected his mind with the method inherited from the clan to isolate the illusion.
To be continued...