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Chapter 662 131. The Present Kyushu

The sky is vast, the road is long, Yinglong sings to the distance.

Jiuzhou, Taihang Dragon Vein, the endless mountain ridges form a high wall that separates the earth. Ancient creatures built palaces on the top of the mountain. They are the existence that has come from the rising era to today. Their unique majesty spreads from the top of the mountain to far away places. Layers of stone stairs are laid down from the top of the mountain, becoming the path of practice for pilgrims.

The dark crowd walked up the stone steps, swaying. They came with the intention of practicing, trying to resist the terrible majesty from the top of the mountain. The pilgrims knew that this was just a test, to test whether they had the heart to embark on the path of practice.

In addition to the majestic air rising and falling from the top of the mountain, the mountain itself has the ability to intimidate mortals. The towering mountain is not something that ordinary people can climb. After going deep into the clouds, the crowds of people are very few, sparsely distributed in front and behind the stairs, separated by a long distance.

The two young men came together and supported each other all the way. They had already surpassed ordinary people by a lot, but they still could not see the shadow of the palace on the top of the mountain.

"Terrible! So terrible! Is this the power of the Eighth King?" The young man in green was breathing heavily. There were beads of sweat as big as beans on his forehead, which slid down his cheeks like raindrops and soaked his clothes.

There are eight main roads that can be entered into the Taihang Mountains, and these eight main roads now correspond to eight dragon vein branches. Legend has it that before the ancient ancestors came, the eight kings of Taihang already existed. They sat on the top of the mountain, overlooking the world, holding the power of the ancient dragon veins in their hands. In the era when the ancient ancestors came, most of the eight kings were killed, but the eight kings still exist because they are not individuals. The eight kings have always been a position to protect the Taihang Divine Mountain.

Whoever sits in this position will exercise the power to protect Taihang and bless all spirits. This is a contract from ancient times, the origin of the Eight Kings, but it is difficult to trace where this contract came from. The war that broke out between Kyushu and the depths of the universe has caused too many historical records to be lost.

“This is Taihang Pass!” The young man with thick eyebrows behind the green-clothed boy said excitedly. His hair was wet and stuck to his scalp, making him look disheveled, but his eyes were bright. “Taihang Pass is where the leader of the Eight Kings, Xiaoyun Cantian Shangren, is. He survived the most tragic Old Ancestor War and the Universe War, went through hundreds of battles, and stood firm until now bathed in the blood of the ancient star clan. How can the other peaks of Taihang be compared to him? Not to mention those cultivators, even the few who are also the Eight Kings cannot compare to him!”

"Hahaha! Of course I know. I come here to practice Taoism in order to worship that great man Xiaoyuncantian. Otherwise, why would I climb here!" The young man in green laughed, as if even the pressure on his shoulders was reduced a little.

As good friends, they have supported each other until now. They are exhausted physically and mentally, and can't help but want to look down the mountain and give up. But then the pursuit of Taoism takes over everything in their hearts. They look ahead, and the stone stairs in the mountain seem to have no end.

Looking up, the clouds were stacked one after another until they were close to the star field, and golden veins were faintly visible. That was the real master of Taihang Mountain, a giant tree that no longer stood in the ordinary world. Its traces existed in every period of history that people read. It was the barrier of Taihang Mountain and the master who controlled the central veins of Kyushu. It was one of the ten types of land in the Zhoutian according to legend, and its magical powers were infinite.

This is the Taihang Dragon Vein, the Taihang Sacred Mountain.

You can easily pick out unimaginable background.

Similarly, this is also the reason why there are endless seekers who come to worship Taihang. In the darkest times, Taihang Mountain was the only glimmer of light left in the world. Now, in the prosperous era of Jiuzhou, it is the most glorious holy place in Jiuzhou. Located in the center of Jiuzhou, straddling Jizhou and Yongzhou, if Jiuzhou is compared to a entrenched dragon, she is the pearl held in the dragon's mouth.

"Let's go! Keep moving forward! We will eventually break through the clouds and see the holy way!" The young man was full of vigor and vitality.

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“It seems that Tianhao will have a lot more talented people under his command this time.” Deep in the clouds, there stood a long pavilion, swaying like a snake's tail, extending to the center of the sea of ​​clouds, revealing the true face of another sacred peak.

Xiaoshu Peak is tall and straight, piercing the sky like a blade, which does not match the name at all. Xiaoshu, the name comes from the name of Guan Xiaoshu, one of the original eight kings, the king of Feihu Pass.

The gray mouse loved this place very much. Perhaps it was because he loved something more because he lacked it. He was short and never saw the sun, so he loved this tall and straight peak from the bottom of his heart. Guan Xiaoshu died in the battle of the old ancestors, and even his body was eaten up by the fish dragons. Later generations could not remember him, so they gave this peak such an unconventional name. Xiaoshu Xiaoshu, it was a good name.

Later, the kings of Feihu Pass all lived on this peak, building long pavilions swaying in the sea of ​​clouds to admire the moon and stars.

A woman in a white robe lowered her eyebrows and gently combed the hair of the girl sitting in front of her. There was a lotus mark on the woman's forehead, which made her look even more beautiful and extraordinary, as if she had already attained the Tao and was a fairy god in heaven.

The king of Feihu Pass, Qu Xueyusheng is a master.

The girl sitting there was in low spirits. She just complained, "Do I really have to braid my hair? It's very troublesome! I haven't seen anyone for tens of thousands of years hiding in the Buddha's light. You are forcing a otaku to socialize!"

"You are going to meet those gods, so you need to be more formal. Besides, the Lord of Shengyu personally invited you to Kunlun, and you didn't refuse, did you?" Qu Xueyu shook her head and said softly, and the girl didn't argue anymore. The woman smiled, combing the girl's long hair, knowing that this adult just couldn't stand such a gentle tone.

"They even humiliated the God..." the girl pouted.

“Yes, yes, you are the most powerful. Even the gods have to admire you.” The woman pursed her red lips. The breeze blew through the pavilion, and the sea of ​​clouds rolled. Her face was like a lotus, clearer than the sea of ​​clouds, and more beautiful than flowers.

"I've finished braiding my hair, but what about my clothes?" The girl raised her head and set her sights on Qu Xueyusheng. "Do you have any more formal clothes? I remember that you often go to other mountain ranges to preach on behalf of the rough men from Taihang Mountain. There must be a lot of clothes that suit me. I believe in the aesthetic level of Taihang Mountain flowers!"

"Buddha's hand, I am only wearing a Taoist robe." The woman said helplessly.

"Should I wear a bald monk's robe?" The girl's eyes suddenly widened, as if she had suddenly learned something incredible.

The real Buddha has never worn a robe. It is very good and satisfying not to be naked. Anyway, the Buddha's light shines everywhere and ordinary creatures cannot see through it at all.

"No, it's too ugly!" the girl said in a deep voice.

"Where's your master?" She looked at Qu Xueyusheng. "It's time to bring up the decision-making of the ancient Jiuzhou. She is a great figure who was born and raised in Jiuzhou. She must have unique insights!"

The pavilion was silent for a moment, and then Qu Xueyusheng's gentle voice slowly rang out from behind the girl, "Master, she used to be a village girl..."

Just came back from the hospital. I tried my best.