Alchemy Dao Immortal

Chapter 524: Who will be the winner before the Book of Changes
At this time, the entire Xuanling Zhenyang Flying Palace fell down, blasting open the edge of the thundercloud. The remaining force shook open the clouds, causing the surrounding Qi to surge and expand in all directions, like a shattered giant wheel, hanging high in the sky, dazzling.

In the main hall of Fei Palace, Zhou Qing stood with his hands behind his back. Through the jade window, he saw the rolling thunderclouds outside getting farther and farther away. The sky became brighter and brighter, and it was crystal clear, spotless and magnificent.

The two are clearly separated, with a line of light and dark hanging in the middle, swaying constantly, looking breathtakingly magnificent.

Retracting his gaze, he thought about the boundary gate he had just passed, that was a thousand miles of dark thunderclouds, with thousands of lightning bolts striking from time to time, containing a strong breath of destruction. It was because the restrictions on the Xuanling Zhenyang Flying Palace were strong enough that he could sit steadily inside and watch the situation.

However, once you pass the boundary, you have arrived at Luzhou where the small boundary of Biyou Palace is located. From then on, you just have to drive at lightning speed.

"I want to see who are the people who are here."

Zhou Qing's eyes were cold. Ever since that small world became important, all the forces named in the contract had the intention of blocking any opportunity to participate in the development of the small world and would never let outsiders know.

What's more, Zhenyi Sect is extremely far away from this small world, and it is difficult for others to find out the internal situation of Luochuan Zhou Clan. Similarly, Luochuan Zhou Clan does not know the situation of other major forces close to the small world.

But he was confident, and even though it was unfamiliar, he still felt a sense of novelty!
Guangze Lake, at a glance, has rippling water, and birds in the sky fluttering their wings, their wings white as wheels, as if reflected in a mirror. One day, a small boat appeared on the lake, and He Sizong stood on it. He looked quite young, with a broad face and forehead, and a tall figure. He carried a flying sword on his back, and the long apricot-yellow sword tassel was half hanging down. When blown by the wind, it had a sharp aura that was stimulated and agitated back and forth.

He Sizong stood at the bow of the boat, with the power of Dansha surging under his feet, urging the boat forward as fast as an arrow. He still stood firmly, with enough energy to look around him.

From time to time, the mountains were reflected in the lake, a dark green. When the boat entered the lake, the people's beards and eyebrows were dyed green. While enjoying the scenery, He Sizong thought about the small world that was about to open. He had a blank expression on his face, but his mood was excited.

Originally he was not considered outstanding in the clan, but because of the affairs of the small world he was valued by the family. With the family's heavy resources in training him, he made steady progress step by step, getting faster and more stable, leaving behind many of his fellow clansmen who were more outstanding than him in the past.

Up to now, he is only one step away from reaching the Nascent Soul stage. As long as he can find an opportunity in the small world this time, he can condense the Nascent Soul, soar into the sky, and completely establish his supreme status among his peers.

He Sizong, full of confidence, sat in a small boat, blowing the wind, and moved forward all the way, and successfully arrived at the marked small boundary.

This is an extremely narrow canyon, with high mountains on both sides, blocking each other, and the shadows slanting down and falling on the ground, making the tall stone tablet mottled. Faintly, the pattern of a giant turtle carrying an island on the body of the 20-foot-tall stone tablet seems to have been immersed in the years and has become more profound.

The whole valley was filled with an inexplicable power, which came from the sound of thunder in the dark, which seemed to be there and not there, a deep and ancient power that came towards you and was extremely strong.

Sensing the mysterious aura emanating from the special stone tablet in the canyon, He Sizong subconsciously activated the profound skills in his body. A hint of dark star color surged out from the top of his head, wisps of it, shaped like a hollow lotus, reflecting the eerie magic sword behind him.

"right here."

He Sizong took a deep breath, and while practicing his profound skills, he looked around and waited for someone to come.

There were more than a dozen people who discovered this small world, from six or seven forces. After the small world was rumored to be related to the inheritance of the former super Xuanzong Biyou Palace, everyone who was qualified to participate would definitely not miss it. But what was unknown was how many people would come? Who would come?

Just as He Sizong was thinking, suddenly there was a graceful celestial music, like a clump of snow bamboo with water pouring through it, and it seemed to come towards him with a graceful and otherworldly feeling.

The next moment, a colorful color was seen, rotating down, with tiny pieces of precious colors flowing and swaying constantly, surrounded by tiny flying jades, constantly colliding, making pleasant sounds. Then, the crisp sound of rings and pendants colliding gradually became louder, and as soon as I listened, there was a soft jade and warm fragrance, and a slender woman came with her skirt. She was wearing a palace skirt, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and the Dansha Qi rose from her head, which seemed real and illusory, with pieces of Danxia and a dense fragrance.

At first glance, she looked like a lady from a rich family on a picnic, but when He Sizong looked at the pattern on the woman's palace skirt, he saw an ancient Taoist temple behind nine layers of clouds. The door of the Taoist temple was tightly closed, and only on the rusty copper ring, there were constantly fine and dense scriptures, which were magnificent but silent.

"People from Laojun Temple."

When He Sizong saw this, his eyes narrowed and the tassel of the long sword behind him swayed, rustling in the wind.

Although Laojun Temple is not a Shangxuanmen, but only a Zhongxuanmen, this sect has a profound foundation and a long and mysterious heritage. It is said that the sect's mysterious power can directly point to the way to immortality, which is different from the ordinary Zhongxuanmen.

What's more, the current Laojun Temple is gaining more and more momentum, and its strength is getting stronger and stronger, and it seems to be the number one in the Zhongxuan Sect. No one dares to ignore such a Laojun Temple.

The woman who came also saw He Sizong at this time. She raised her eyebrows and said, "I am Gongye Huaifang, nice to meet this senior brother."

Her voice is soft and pleasant, like a ball of cotton candy, but the tone is cold and has a sense of alienation, making it difficult to approach her. It is very impressive at first glance.

Seeing that the other party was gentle and polite, He Sizong returned the greeting and said, "I dare not. I am He Sizong of the He family of Lanling."

"The He family of Lanling."

When Gongye Huaifang heard this, his beautiful eyes moved.

The Lanling He family is a well-known family of immortal cultivators. Although it is not the top family, it has many children and a prosperous population. Moreover, the children of the family often join the major Xuanmen. Although most of them are in the middle and lower Xuanmen, there are also some in the upper Xuanmen. In addition, there are various marriages, which can definitely be called a complex network.

This family is most famous for their business acumen and well-informed information, but the man in front of them with a sword on his back looks cold and does not seem like the Lanling He family who are always kind and friendly.

However, the dragon has nine sons, each of them is different. It is normal for some of the Lanling He family to be different because there are so many people in it.

Gongye Huaifang looked quiet and aloof, but she was very good at interacting with people. She spoke slowly to He Sizong, exchanging information and trying to find out what might be helpful to her.

(End of this chapter)