The moment he quit the palace, Yuyanglin felt that his mind was loose.
The palace is full of gilded bronze tiles, palace pavilions, and Yuyu Qionglou. Although magnificent, it is full of stern atmosphere, and being enveloped by the Dao formation makes the palace deeper, and the heart is shrouded with dignity.
It seems to be murderous everywhere, startling at every step, full of intriguing battles.
It seems that every thought hides calculations, ambition, greed, and treacherousness.
After staying in it for a long time, the human mind will inevitably be contaminated with the art of tactics, and the five aggregates are flourishing, but some military strategists, legalists, and political strategists who practice this way are like fish in water. Go straight to Qingyun, and it won't take long for Hou Baixiang to be sealed.
But Yuyanglin itself has a misty temperament. Compared with the dynasty, Yuyanglin prefers the atmosphere of Zongmen Academy to practice.
It is as if one is crawling and rolling in the red dust, and the other is enlightening the world in the deep mountains.
Although they are all seeking the Tao, they are completely different worlds.
And even in the sect, Yuyanglin feels restrained. If he can practice with peace of mind, comprehend the magic of the world, experience the warmth of the world, and practice freely, that is what Yuyanglin yearns for.
But the world is impermanent and people's hearts are uncertain. When you reach a certain level, you may have another feeling.
Just now, it was Yuyanglin's whim to demote the prince Wu Shaolong to the pig, which was regarded as a slap in the tea court.
It is even more for the extermination of the Yuzhuanxu clan in Ruo Shuihou.
Not long after that, everyone in the world knew that Yuyang Forest was a descendant of Ruo Shui Hou Yu Zhuanxu, and even beheaded the tyrant, Leng Guyuan, and degraded the prince of the Taima dynasty as a pig for a hundred years, which would surely be very happy.
It can also let people know that the Yu clan is not an existence that everyone can oppress.
When Yuyanglin flew out of the palace on the sky, he was still shot by dozens of gazes. These were all guards hiding around the palace, and most of them were powerhouses at the peak of the Pill Transformation realm, and there were even a few others. The existence of the illusion and virtual realm made Yuyang Lin secretly startled.
Compared with the withered Star Luo Pavilion, it is indeed much stronger. There are dozens of illusory realm powerhouses. Without the addition of Yuyang Lin, the decline of Star Luo Pavilion is almost a foregone conclusion.
Suddenly, Yuyanglin stopped the flying body and stayed above the white jade cold stone square, turning his head slightly to look at a mountain in the depths to the right of the palace, which was the holy mountain of Taimao Dynasty Taimu Mountain.
Taimu Mountain is full of strange rocks and caves, standing tall and majestic, but it forms a very harmonious contrast with the vast and deep palace.
The palace complex in the imperial palace is like a huge gossip array, one after another, covering a full area of 100 kilometers, which is twice as large as that of Dingcheng, while Taima Mountain, the holy mountain of the dynasty, is like the imperial palace. Royal garden.
Although the area is only 10,000 meters square, it is towering high, with thousands of walls standing upright, and the peaks breaking into the clouds, but the entanglement of the entire palace is actually flowing down from Taimu Mountain. The fog locks the mountains and moves. Jing, the aura is even stronger.
One of the famous husband and wife peaks in the world is more like a pair of lovers embracing between the clouds and mists. The female's posture is beautiful, and she is very clever and not work. Suddenly, it is just a soft natural boulder. The majesty of the world with the mother-of-pearl ceremony.
The man is more like a man standing upright and powerful.
Yuyanglin's body flashed, carrying Wuyang towards an octagonal pavilion on the peak of Taima Mountain.
Dozens of eyes in the palace caught a glimpse of Yuyanglin entering Taimu Mountain. Although shocked, no one stopped him. Only the surprise of the eternal genius Yuyanglin was in his eyes, but the information that Yuyanglin went to Taimu Mountain was immediately Into the imperial palace, killing and others knew it for the first time.
The space is rippling and wandering.
Yuyanglin was startled, there was a turbulent flow of space around Taima Mountain that was invisible to the naked eye, like a vortex of space, everything, small particles, even the strong in the incarnation of space, would be rolled out, not really Enter Taima Mountain.
"Very mysterious method of spatial movement. With this protection alone, it is almost impossible for the cultivation base below the illusory realm to enter it."
Yuyanglin's eyes were slightly bright, his body was rippling, and he strolled in the air, holding Wuyang's hand, still walking slowly towards the Octagonal Pavilion.
"Little master, Wuyang smelled a powerful monster that has reached the limit of the Pangu world's rules." Wuyang's black clothes swayed, and a gleam of demon eyes flashed towards the top of the grandma.
The two wandered through the void, like a couple of gods and goddesses.
"What! The demonic energy that has reached the limit of Pangu's world?"
Yuyang Lin was shocked, only the strong at the pinnacle of Void Destruction Realm could be regarded as reaching the limit of the Pangu world rules.
"Gluck, it should be what you call the Great Demon of Void Destruction Realm!" Wu Yang smiled slightly.
"Big demon!"
Yuyanglin's expression moved slightly and his eyes were surprised: "It should be the Great Demon Lu Xueya of the Taixue Realm on the top of Taima Mountain."
Yuyanglin led Wuyang, as if walking in the air, slowly stepping into the octagonal pavilion on Husband and Wife Peak, which can only be regarded as the middle part of Taima Mountain, and the top of Taima Mountain is separated by clouds.
In the octagonal pavilion at this time, Yuyanglin saw something like a lump of meat from a distance, squatting on the ground as if observing a small burning stove.
Concentrated, completely unaware of the arrival of Yuyanglin and Wuyang.
"Haha, that's right, that's the smell, it's almost a little bit too close." Like the silhouette of the flesh group observing the small stove, the voice is full of expectation, excitement, and a little solemn.
"Senior Xuzhi!"
Yuyanglin was startled. The person who squatted on the ground like a group of flesh turned out to be the Xuzhi monk of Longxiang Temple. This monk who is higher than the generation of the abbot of Longxiang Temple in the virtual world, turned out to be on the sacred mountain of the Taima dynasty. .
I can't even see my legs as thick as a cylinder even when I stand up.
A strong man in the realm of virtual reality, such an image can be regarded as the best in the world.
The Great Monk Xuzhi suddenly turned around, and the round flesh mass suddenly moved, like a roar of mountains and rivers, the space collapsed, the tiger demon shook, and the octagonal pavilion made of copper was shaken.
"Why are you here?"
Monk Xuzhi looked at Yuyanglin and Wuyang, who was glaring at this time, in shock.
"Senior Xuzhi, I still want to ask why you are here."
Yuyanglin smiled slightly and glanced at the small stove behind the monk Xuzhi: "I really want to smell a fragrance!"
The great monk Xuzhi quickly turned around again, his chubby body was extremely dexterous, he raised the red-burning small stove, and poured silver-like tea soup into the already prepared cup.
A strong aroma gathers but does not disperse, and the color of the soup is more like silver.
"Blessed are you kid, the rest is for you. If this cup doesn't allow me to break through, it will be useless!"
Great monk Xuzhi throws the small stove in his hand to Yuyanglin, looking at the teacup on the stone table like a torch.
Yuyanglin took the small stove, his eyes suddenly startled.
"This is a Taoist fragrance that is stronger than the best Baihao Silver Needle!"
Yuyanglin's expression changed slightly, and the fragrance of the small stove gathering but not dissipating, made people feel infinitely close to the avenue, but it was full of ethereal atmosphere.
"This is the King of Silver Needle!"
"It's the essence of Sister Lu Xueya's body that will only be condensed for thousands of years. It is more precious than the little blood in the heart of our human race!"
The great monk Xuzhi had a deep gaze, looking at the phantom of a graceful woman condensed on the teacup, his expression flashed with determination.