Armageddon
Huang Jihao frowned. He had heard of this name, but he didn't have a deep impression on it.
Could it be that there is a gibbon hidden in the hidden door
Li Xuan'ao said: "When you come to the Yinmen, don't cause trouble. You should practice hard at ordinary times. You should be able to feel the immortal energy here. It is stronger than anywhere in the fairy world. This is definitely the best place for cultivation."
Huang Jihao felt it carefully, his expression changed drastically.
Such a strong immortal energy, innate energy!
This is even more domineering than the Holy Land of the Celestial Clan and the Dojo of Saints!
If you practice here...
Huang Jihao's heartbeat quickened, and he was glad that he came here.
He curiously asked: "Master, the master of the hidden door is..."
Li Xuanao glared at him, and said in a deep voice: "You shouldn't ask, don't ask!"
Han Jue always protects his birthday with Yin and Yang, and most of the registered disciples have never seen his real face. Li Xuanao guessed that Han Jue wanted to hide his identity, so naturally he couldn't tell Huang Jihao.
After being warned, Huang Jihao became even more curious.
Who banned Han Jue
…
Huang Jihao's joining did not cause any disturbance in the hidden sect, not to mention the new disciples, even the old disciples had already forgotten him.
Who can remember the small grievances more than 30,000 years ago clearly.
The reason why Han Jue remembered Huang Jihao was also because Huang Jihao was very active in the email.
The years passed.
After Han Jue devoted himself to proving the truth, time passed quickly.
In a blink of an eye.
Another eight hundred years passed.
Han Jue walked out of the Taoist temple and wandered around Baiyue Xianchuan.
His understanding of Jiyuan Dao is already very deep, and his cultivation base can no longer increase, but he is always one step away from proving the way.
Which step is it
Han Jue couldn't figure it out.
He felt that it was necessary for him to stop practicing and let himself go.
The divine light of the yin and yang protector's birthday and moon shone on Han Jue, and the disciples who met Han Jue along the way knelt down and saluted.
Looking at his back, the registered disciples all showed reverence and longing.
Because of Han Jue, they have such a place where they can practice with peace of mind, and even saints cannot threaten them.
After walking around Baiyue Xianchuan, Han Jue seemed to have a feeling.
This feeling is indescribable.
What is a saint
Just high mana
it's not true.
In addition to reaching the limit of cultivation, you also need a state of mind.
Han Jue has experienced too little in his life, so little that he is not even as good as ordinary people.
"Maybe I should go out for a walk."
Han Jue thought silently, his eyes gradually became firm.
"I'm going out of the dojo now and traveling in the fairy world. Is there any danger?"
Han Jue asked cautiously.
[Three billion years of life need to be deducted, whether to continue]
continue!
[No]
Han Jue breathed a sigh of relief, he followed back to the Taoist temple and began to create the puppet of the sky.
He had to leave a clone in the Taoist temple so that he could go out boldly.
A few days later, Han Jue left quietly without disturbing anyone.
He suppressed his cultivation to nothingness, concealed his magic power, and manifested himself as an ordinary man in white, with his unparalleled true face.
For more than 30,000 years, it was the first time for Han Jue to visit the fairy world, even though he knew there was no danger, he was a little nervous.
But as time went by, he quickly calmed down.
Instead of flying, he wandered between the heavens and the earth, using his own feet to walk through the dangerous mountains and mountains. He has seen the boundless and magnificent blue lake, heard the sound of the wind whistling like a dragon, and also bathed in it. The rain that fairy spirit meets.
As he learned more and more, his understanding of Jiyuan Avenue became deeper and deeper.
The avenue of Jiyuan is full of everything, and everything that exists can be an avenue.
About eighty years ago.
Night fell.
Han Jue stopped by the lake and began to meditate, reviewing his feelings over the years.
He has not been involved in cause and effect with other creatures, and has always walked alone.
The moonlight was like water, the surface of the lake was shimmering, the surrounding woods swayed slightly with the wind, and the sound of the wind was like a musical instrument, making Han Jue's black hair flutter.
rustling—
There was a sound from the bushes behind him, and a scarlet fox came out, which looked as big as a human pet cat.
It blinked its big eyes and looked at Han Jue.
After hesitating for a while, it cautiously came to Han Jue's side, and knelt down like a human, with its forehead resting on the grass.
Han Jue closed his eyes, as if he didn't notice its arrival.
It barked, but Han Jue still ignored it.
The scarlet fox was a little anxious, but it still chose to keep kneeling.
The moon sets and the sun rises, day and night alternate.
Ten days later.
Han Jue opened his eyes, glanced at the red fox beside him, and said, "Why do you worship me?"
The red fox said: "I want to practice with you."
"I'm just a mortal, I don't have any morals."
"I was born with different pupils, and I can spy on the soul, but your soul prevents me from spying."
Han Jue shook his head and stood up slowly.
He wasn't interested in the red fox, he couldn't even meet the system's innate luck standard, and his aptitude was mediocre.
Han Jue left, followed by the red fox.
One person and one fox, continue to wander the world.
Han Jue did not expel the red fox, but also wanted to see how determined this little guy was.
In the years that followed, they experienced various natural disasters, passed by various magnificent wonders, and occasionally encountered transformed creatures fighting.
Han never took the initiative to provoke other creatures, so he did not encounter robbery or the like.
He also doesn't look like someone with a treasure.
Two hundred years later.
Han Jue came to a human city, looked from a distance, the wind and sand filled the sky, almost submerged this giant city.
He turned his head to glance at the red fox behind him, and said, "Let's stop here."
After the words fell, he continued to move forward and disappeared into the wind and sand.
The red fox was silent, it didn't follow, because it would die if it went, but it didn't leave either, but crawled on the sand dunes, staring blankly at the huge city in the distance.
Han Jue came to the gate of the city, guarded by soldiers, and he needed to pay spirit stones to enter the city. He transformed into spirit stones and entered the city smoothly.
After entering the city, Han Jue's appearance attracted the attention of many people.
Han Jue didn't deliberately hide his appearance, because it wasn't necessary, and he wasn't afraid of trouble.
With one breath of his breath, the whole city will be reduced to ashes.
The inside of the city is not as desolate as it looks from the outside, it even looks like spring and full of vitality. Trees can be seen from time to time on both sides of the street, which is quite a beautiful scenery in the south of China.
Han Jue came to an inn and sat down in a random corner on the second floor.
After Xiang Xiaoer ordered food and wine, he turned his head to look at the street outside the window, watching people coming and going, he was full of emotions.
Once upon a time, he was also a part of this vast world.
"You seem confused."
A laugh came, and an old Taoist priest came.
Han Jue glanced at him.
Um
Taiyi Jinxian!
The old Taoist sat in front of Han Jue, smiling all over his face, and said: "We meet by chance, if you have any doubts, you can tell me, sometimes it is easier for others to answer for you."