The Yunlan Sect, the most powerful force in the Gama Empire, and the continuous inheritance from generation to generation, has allowed this ancient sect to stand on top of the Gama Empire. If it weren’t for the fact that the sect’s canon said that the power of the emperor cannot be taken away, I am afraid that when the empire changed several times before, Yun Lanzong completely controlled the entire Gama Empire. /First. Issue
And because of this, the imperial family of each generation is extremely jealous of this behemoth close at hand. After the current Gama royal family, because of the protection of the guardian of Ging Xingtian and the mysterious beast, this generation of The royal family finally had some strength that could make the Yunlanzong a little jealous. Therefore, the elite army dispatched by the Jiama royal family at the foot of the Yunlan Mountain has been in peace.
The royal generals have been stationed here for many years, the purpose of which is almost everyone knows that they are guarding Yun Lanzong.
The Yun Lanzong did not react too violently to this kind of imperial behavior. Except that some young disciples in the sect were a little angry at the beginning to make trouble in the barracks. Keep silent, because they also know that by the couch, no one is allowed to sleep, the emperor’s house is too jealous. They have long been accustomed to this. As long as the Yun Lanzong does not collapse in one day, then the legion at the foot of the mountain will forever Don't dare to have the slightest change.
No dynasty of the Jiama Empire dared to really take action against Yunlanzong, because they all knew clearly that this super hornet's nest, if it stabbed, would turn the sky upside down.
The Yunlan Sect was built on Yunlan Mountain, while Yunlan Mountain was only a few tens of miles away from the imperial capital. The two were so close to each other, like two giant monsters facing each other.
Although Xiao Yan had been waiting for this day for three years, he did not use Ziyunyi to rush on, instead, he stepped forward without any haste, facing the snow-white mountain peak that was pierced into the sky at the end of his line of sight. On the way, dressed in a black robe, wearing a giant ruler, like a man of asceticism.
On the unobstructed road, a young man in a black robe walks slowly, the huge black ruler behind it is extremely eye-catching, and on the road, on the occasional carriages and horses, they will cast surprise glances. As for these gazes, Xiao Yan was fascinated, and his steps were not light or heavy. Even if the weight of the Xuanzhong ruler was enough to make anyone who came into contact with him in the first grade, Xiao Yan felt horrified by it after these two years of contact. The weight is already very familiar, so there is almost no delay in being carried on the road, and there is only a shallow footprint left in the place.
One step at a time. No hurry, no delay. Although showing a thin figure. But it is calm and free and easy.
This time I walked in meditation. For Xiao Yan. It is not useless. When just out of the city gate. That's because it only broke through the Great Fighting Master not long ago. The slightest breath always overflows from the body. The passers-by involuntarily moved away from Xiao Yan's side. That breath oppresses. But it's not that these fighters or even fighters can't reach the place where passers-by can resist.
Along the way. Until now. Xiao Yan breathed out from his body. It has penetrated deep into the body a little bit. Look again. Except for the giant ruler behind. There is no longer anything unusual.
When the sun broke through the horizon and slowly climbed to the sky. Xiao Yan finally stopped. Standing on a slope. Looking at the huge foot of the mountain at the end of the line of sight. Location at the foot of the mountain. Huge army camp. It undulates on the flat grass. Look through the white tents. Vaguely able to see some drill soldiers.
"Sure enough, as others have said. The Gama royal family is under Yunlan Mountain. The elite army is stationed." He took his gaze back. Xiao Yan shook his head. Go down the slope. Follow the road. Slowly approach the foot of the mountain.
Although the military barracks here are extremely tightly guarded, there is nothing to stop those passers-by who are going to go up the mountain. Therefore, Xiao Yan was just looking around at random by a few soldiers standing guard on the roadside, and he was very easy to follow. Along the avenue, climbed to the foot of the mountain.
As the lush colors began to appear on both sides, the sound of soldiers' drills in their ears gradually dissipated. He raised his head slightly and appeared in front of Xiao Yan. It was the bluestone steps that spread to the end of his line of sight. At first glance, it looked like a ladder to the sky.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, Xiao Yan raised his head and stared at the ancient stone steps that I don’t know how many years old existed. His eyes slowly closed, and there seemed to be a faint sound of swords singing from the end of the stone steps. Passed down crisply, quietly echoing in the mountains and forests, like a bell, fascinating.
The silence lasted for a long while, Xiao Yan opened his eyes, patted the profound ruler behind him lightly, and finally landed firmly on the slightly moist ancient stone steps. , Officially arrived!
After his footsteps fell to the ground, Xiao Yan could perceive that his own soul seemed to spit out a three-year depressive breath at this moment.
Three years ago, bearing a kind of shame and resentment that seemed reckless and childish, the teenager left home, went into the mountains, drove into the desert, swords and blood, and quickly transformed himself like a pupa. Three years , Grind away the immature, and also witnessed the growth, but all these efforts are for today's promise!
There was an inexplicable emotion in his chest, but Xiao Yan's footsteps still maintained that even speed, his eyes locked straight at the end of the stone steps that jumped over, as if his gaze had penetrated through the obstacles of space. , Shot on the woman sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain
"Nalan Yanran's mouth moved slightly, calmly and with some other emotional names, she quietly vomited out of Xiao Yan's mouth.
At the end of the long stone steps, clouds and mist, behind the clouds and mist, is a huge square. The square is completely paved with monolithic stones, which looks simple and simple. In the center of the square, a huge stone monument stands tall. On the stone monument, records are recorded. The lives of the successive masters of the Yunlan Sect and those who have made great contributions to the sect.
Looking around the square, at this moment, there are nearly a thousand people sitting cross-legged among them. These people are sitting in the shape of a semicircle. Without exception, they are all dressed in moon-white robes. At the cuffs, there are cloud swords. , Drifting in the wind, like a living thing, faintly with a few weak sword intent.
At the top of the square, there are some towering stone pedestals. The steps are gradually going up, roughly the older you go, the older you are. The highest stone pedestal is now empty and no one is sitting on it. Below, there are more than a dozen old men in white robes sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed. Although these old men do not have the slightest characteristic on the surface, they are like steel on the body, no matter how the wind blows. The robes of the slightest movement let people know in their hearts that these old men are not simple!
Below these white-robed elders is a single stone step. The woman in a moon gown dress robes slightly closes her eyes, and the breeze blows. Body, the camera moved to the woman's calm and indifferent beautiful cheeks, astonishingly, Nalan Yanran!
Although there were nearly a thousand people on the square, there was no sound in the square, and apart from the whistling of the wind, there was no other sound.
Occasionally, a gust of violent wind blew across the square, and suddenly, within the eyes, white robe fluttered, like clouds falling in the sky. Such a sight, at first glance, was quite shocking.
Sometimes suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind in mid-air, and immediately a figure appeared on the top of the towering tree. After the camera glanced at it, she realized that there were many figures standing on the tips of some giant trees around the square, not only the sea. Bo Dong is here, even Fazhen, Jia Xingtian, and even Nalanjie and the heads and juniors of several other families, such as Mu Zhan who had a conflict with Xiao Yan last time, are all here. It seems this Once, Yun Lanzong invited quite a few people.
The figures who rushed did not rashly broke the quiet atmosphere in the square. Although some powerful Yunlanzong disciples were aware of these guests, they did not react at all, sitting quietly. On the ground, it seems that the order has been received long ago.
Standing on the top of the tree, Hai Bodong's gaze slowly swept across the quiet square, his face was slightly dignified, in the eyes of a strong man like him, it is natural to find some details that are difficult for others to perceive. In this square, nearly a thousand of Yunlanzong disciples’ breathing rhythms are exactly the same, and their breaths are entangled with each other. Any place they move will be attacked continuously like a torrential rain. In this square Above, these nearly a thousand people are almost like one body. During the hands-on, a thousand people are all taking action. Even if the fighting emperor is strong, they have to avoid the edge for the time being.
"As expected of Yun Lanzong." He sighed softly in his heart, and Hai Bodong had to sigh. How difficult would it be to tune the cooperation between these disciples so tacitly
Turning their heads, Hai Bodong and Fa Ma Jia Lao looked at each other, and they both saw the solemnity from each other's eyes. Obviously, Yun Lanzong's integrated formation also made them feel jealous.
The wide square was quiet and silent, and time passed by quietly.
Above the sky, the huge sun slowly climbed to the top, and the warm sunlight poured down and filled the top of the mountain.
At a certain moment, the sound of subtle footsteps suddenly sounded quietly from under the bluestone steps outside the square, and the soft voice slowly spread, causing the aura of the square to change slightly.
In the venue, all the Yunlanzong disciples opened their eyes and locked their eyes on the bluestone steps. The sound of heavy footsteps came from there.
On the stone platform, Nalan Yanran also gradually opened her bright eyes, her eyes stopped at that place. For some reason, her heart that was already indifferent suddenly beat a few times in a disorder.
The footsteps were getting closer and louder and louder, so that the dozens of old men in white robes on the stone platform also opened their eyes and cast their eyes to the same place.
Above the sky, suddenly the sun shone, and through the cover of misty clouds, it happened to be shot at the end of the stone terrace, where a tall and thin figure finally slowly appeared in countless lines of sight.
Under the gaze of nearly a thousand eyes on the square, the young man in black robes with a huge black ruler on his back, with a mention of his footsteps, finished the last steps.
The young man's eyes swept across the huge square with no joy or sorrow, and finally stayed on the beautiful woman who also projected a pair of bright eyes on the stone platform.
He lifted his footsteps lightly, then put it down, and moved forward three steps like this, only the sound of low footsteps wandered in the quiet square.
Three steps down, the young man raised his head, stared at the woman, and spoke lightly.
"Xiao Family, Xiao Yan!"