Above the water surface, the effectiveness of the soil system rules of Xuanhu was greatly reduced, and the speed of the boat naturally slowed down. It took half a day to pass through this water.

Xiang Yang estimated that this Sanqing Ze was at least ten thousand miles away.

It was already night and we walked thousands of miles away. There were suddenly stars in the horizon ahead. The strangest thing was that there was a dark area among the stars, and there seemed to be a clear dividing line that shook the sky.

When I got a little closer, I realized that they were two huge cities, built on the mountain, one by one, and the darkness in it was a plain hundreds of miles wide.

"That's the mountain pass where the Sanqing is originally located!" Xuanhu pointed forward and gestured behind him: "If we add the grassland in front of the Wanli Lake and the Qitian Mountains, this plain is not much smaller than the fallen leaf plain where the Jiuding Immortal Gate is located!"

"How many barbarians can be accommodated in such a large place? And with this mountain pass, no wonder it will become the main attack of the barbarians. However, with the power of the monks who can almost overwhelm the sea, why not block this mountain pass directly? Isn't this possible to solve it once and for all, and also reduce a lot of defensive pressure?"

Xiang Yang looked forward and looked at the huge mountain pass in the distance, quite curious.

Xuanhu smiled and said, "Haha, those guys are very stubborn. They want to break through here every time. But there are too many people and they can't set up a formation. The royal family will arrange for some small tribes to attack other places. If they really block this place, they will be divided everywhere, and their whereabouts will be even more difficult to figure out, and it will be difficult to defend."

"Are there not many smart people in the barbarians? How could they be so stupid?" Xiang Yang thought about it more and more and more that he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out any idea.

The secrets in this are very deep.

Xiang Yang frowned, and a fishy smell came from the air. The mountain pass was in front of him. It was originally the place where the air was circulating the most smoothly, so how could this smell be?

The two cities seemed not far away, but at the speed of the boat, they still flew for an hour before they got closer, and the fishy smell became stronger and stronger.

Looking at the huge building in front of him, Xiang Yang couldn't help but take a breath.

It's too big

The entire city surrounded a huge mountain peak. The outermost wall alone was nearly a thousand feet high and low. There were several bonfires inside. Every ten feet above the wall, a bonfire was lit and winding away. The raging fire broke through the night. There were thousands or tens of thousands. The tall buildings were built along the mountain until the depths of the clouds were unknown. The starlight was transformed by the lights from these bonfires and buildings.

There are two such cities. In the middle of the two cities, a wall city that is dozens of miles wide, several miles thick, and hundreds of feet high spreads along the foot of the mountain. In the middle is a plain area that is hundreds of miles wide.

Whether on the city wall or in the urn, there were countless monks wearing uniform systems wandering around, all of whom were extraordinary. Xiang Yang used his spiritual sense to investigate and found that three out of ten were cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, and the remaining three or four cultivators in the Dan-Cultivation Stage, and even nine-turn cultivators. Looking at the scale of these two cities, wouldn’t there be tens of thousands of yuan in the infant stage to garrison here?

Thinking about the fact that there were only a few Nascent Soul cultivators in the entire Fuyu Sect, Xiang Yang couldn't help but be shocked.

Although it was late at night, there were still crowds of people here. From time to time, cloud boats came from afar and landed in the docks in the urn city. A monk came forward to investigate and could enter the city after checking. However, Xuanhu was one of the top ten commanders, so there was no need to report. The Dharma boat went directly to the highest point of the city, passing through the thin clouds and mist, and landed in front of a building with green bricks and green tiles.

"The ancestor of Yuhai of this sect is here. He has learned the news of the battle formation and is waiting for you. The ancestor is the previous sect leader of the Immortal Sect, and is highly respected in the sect. In the barbarian chaos a thousand years ago, the ancestor was also one of the ten commanders. He led the way and fought three Wushan barbarian emperors one by one. He fought for three days in blood, and tried to protect the defense line in the Tianchi Peak. The monks in Northern Shenzhou are grateful for their achievements. Today, Chi Feng has been renamed Yuhai Peak. The man has been in chaos for thousands of years, and there are no more than ten place names renamed due to personal achievements. This is one of them."

Xuanhu collected the Dharma boat and took Xiang Yang to the front. He smiled at him as he spoke: "Your contribution this time can be said to benefit all living beings. I will probably receive this honor in the future. That is the real reputation of the mountains and seas!"

One man fought against three barbarian emperors alone? Xiang Yang was solemnly respecting the ancestor of Yuhai.

He has met many experts in Beishenzhou now. Except for a few such as Lei Zhen, he is basically open-minded. Although the competition in this world of immortal cultivation is cruel, most monks can still follow the great way, which is very difficult.

When I entered the gate, I saw a shimmering wave. It was a small lake. Under a simple pavilion in the middle of the lake, an old man was sitting upright on it, smiling at the two of them.

"Greetings to the ancestor! This is Xiaoyou Xiang, now he is a worshiper of the Immortal Sect..."

Xuanhu was very respectful to the old man and bowed as soon as he entered the door. Xiang Yang always respected such an old man and bowed to him together.

"Well, it's really a good boy! Not bad, come on, let's have a few drinks with me first... This is the first prize I won from Sanmu's wife a few days ago, a good thing!"

The ancestor Yuhai is an old man with a fierce face, with a long scar on his left face. He is tall and wearing a water-green robe. He is washed white. Judging from Xiang Yang, this robe is a mundane clothing and is not transformed by magic weapons at all.

Compared with his appearance, his voice was extremely clear, like the rippling waves of water, and those who heard it were refreshing.

After a word, lotus leaves floated up in the lake, spreading over and over, until the pavilion...

"Two days ago, the little madman Lei Zhen came. He has been jumping up and down these days, saying that he wanted to get some justice for the two little kids who sharpened his sword..." Yu Hai was fiddling with the tea set in front of him, and said with a smile: "Little guy, you are very cruel. Those are the peaks of the two three tribulations. Jian San is probably over, but Jian Wu has great hope of advancing to the True Lord..."

Xuan Hu looked at the two of them in surprise. When the ancestor spoke, he seemed to be sure that the two real people were under Xiang Yang's hands? How could this be possible...

Xiang Yang played with the ordinary celadon bowl in front of him and smiled and said, "Old ancestor, as the saying goes, you can't live your own sins. They are the ones who blame them, no one can blame them."

"Haha, right, I have no eyes, who can I blame? Come on, pour it for you..." Yu Hai laughed, picked up the teapot, poured a full bowl for Xiang Yang, then looked up, and a divine light suddenly flashed in his eyes, which seemed a little blurry: "Are those adults good now?"
Chapter completed!