Just when everyone thought that there was going to be a dragon fight, an old man immortal wind descended from mid-air and crossed the middle of the three.

Zhou Chuanyun and Chu Yi saw the old man and hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed: "Meet the elder!"

Ning Chuan held the bow of the god king and looked at the old man in front of him, this person should be the elder of the god pavilion, the cultivation of the six stars of the god king, it doesn't look like anything unusual, and there are no three heads and six arms, how can the outside world boast that the god pavilion is amazing.

The old man looked at the two of them and flicked their robes and signaled the two to retreat, Zhou Chuanyun and Chu Yi didn't dare to refute the joint trick and galloped into the distance, when Ning Chuan was about to pursue, the old man suddenly appeared in front of him, looking at Ning Chuan like a large number of peerless beauties.

It wasn't until Ning Chuan saw that his hair stood erect all over his body that the old man smiled: "Are you interested in joining the Divine Pavilion?" At the beginning, I remembered that you were the third on the Divine Pavilion's Divine List!"

Ning Chuan took the God King Bow and shook his head: "I'm not interested!"

A faint sentence came and shocked the jaws of the people around him, and he refused the invitation of the Divine Pavilion so lightly, this kid is either a madman or a fool.

But the old man just smiled indifferently: "Little friend wants to come, we are waiting for you at any time!"

This made many monks around feel even more incredible, and they had never seen the Divine Pavilion take the initiative to invite others.

In the next few days, Ning Chuan and Ao Lie found a lot of immortal elixirs in the small wild world.

But a few days later, the Divine Pavilion made a sound, asking all the monks to withdraw from the barbaric small world, and all the cultivators did not resist, now the small world is said to be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, countless barbarian demon beasts continue to besiege the cultivators, and Ning Chuan and several people also withdrew from the barbaric small world.

When all the cultivators withdrew from the small world, the Divine Pavilion planned to temporarily close the entrance to the small world, and discussed the time to enter the small world next time, and also set a rule for many cultivators, that is, not to easily provoke the wild demon beasts inside.

To those demon beasts, they were considered natives of the savage small world, and their group of cultivators were considered outsiders.

Unable to enter the small wild world, Ning Chuan could only wander around the Divine Pavilion, and also found a small market next to the Divine Pavilion.

Fang City is located in a canyon, and there is a formation shrouded around it, all the Tianjiao disciples who come here are the Tianjiao disciples of the Divine Pavilion, and because of the small world, some monks who have obtained immortal treasures from the small world are concentrated here.

The canyon was shrouded in formations, and mortals didn't know about this place at all, and the area of this square city was very large, just like a small town, and there were actually houses built on both sides.

Ning Chuan stood in the air and looked at the canyon, the whole small drum was like a giant dragon lying on the ground, and the position of the dragon's head was towards the Divine Pavilion, the aura of this place was very extraordinary, it was a land of sleeping dragons.

Ning Chuan entered the canyon in curiosity, there were jade attics on both sides, houses made of huge wood, and some places had stalls placed directly outside.

In the end, Ning Chuan stopped in front of an old Taoist, who was dressed in a shabby Taoist robe, his gray hair was tied back indiscriminately, his hands were greasy as if he hadn't washed his hands for many days, and his nails were full of black mud.

In front of Lao Dao was a worn-out straw mat, on which were placed several worn-out magic weapons, all of which Ning Chuan couldn't look at, but there were four stones pressed around the straw mat.

The four black stones seemed to have been picked up by Lao Dao from the side of the road, but only Ning Chuan didn't think so, because he had been to Sage Mountain, and he had close contact with the location of the peak of Sage Mountain.

He recognized that these stones came from the peak of the Sage Mountain, and Ning Chuan had also wanted to dig out extremely fast stones from the ground to take them away, but in the end they returned in vain, and the entire Sage Mountain seemed to be a whole, and no stone could be taken away on it.

Ning Chuan lowered his head and touched the black stone, yes, this black stone was brought out from the peak of the Sage Mountain, and even the aura contaminated on the stone was exactly the same.

"The peerless magic weapon, once used by the saint, do you want to take a look!" Lao Dao looked at Ning Chuan and cheered up, and directly picked up a worn-out copper seal from the straw mat and handed it to Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan grabbed the copper seal and weighed it and smiled, "How many crystals?"

Lao Dao looked at Ning Chuan and smiled: "Little brother said that Jingyuan is a little clichéd, this is a magic weapon used by a saint, even if it is how many Jingyuan, it can't be bought, I don't know if there are any immortal treasures, elixirs and other things in the hands of Xiao Dao?" A trace of cunning flashed in Lao Dao's eyes.

The magic weapon in his hand did not have any mana fluctuations, but looking at Lao Dao's mysterious and mysterious appearance, Ning Chuan deliberately took a deep look at Lao Dao, but Lao Dao seemed to have a layer of black mist on his body, and he couldn't see his true body clearly.

Placing the copper seal in the straw mat, Ning Chuan pointed to another magic weapon and said, "Is this also the magic weapon used by the saint?"

The old man nodded thoughtfully: "Of course, I told you that this is the magic weapon used by the Moving Mountain Saint at the beginning. ”

Ning Chuan immediately pursed his lips when he heard this, what he asked just now was a magic weapon like a silver needle, but the old man actually said that the magic weapon used by the Moving Mountain Sage, others don't know about him Ning Chuan still doesn't know?

He couldn't have imagined that the Moving Mountain Saint would pinch a silver needle with his fingers and fight with the enemy, thinking of this, Ning Chuan said: "This magic weapon is good, I don't know if the Dao Master can teach me?"

Lao Dao was told by Ning Chuan without any embarrassment, and then stood up directly and said a little mysteriously: "Little brother, I really have something different here, I don't know if you can buy it!"

Saying that, the old man picked up a black stone that pressed the straw mat, and Ning Chuan's heart moved, and he directly took out an elixir from the storage bag, this elixir was at least ten thousand years old, but it was still crystal clear and full of spiritual mist.

Looking at this elixir, the old man's eyes showed light, and he grabbed it directly from Ning Chuan's hand, then touched it into his arms, and finally took out a roast chicken.

Ning Chuan was also stunned, could it be that this old man lied to himself, but soon the old man took down the paper wrapped in the roast chicken, handed it to you Ning Chuan and whispered: "This is a treasure map, little brother must not say it!"

Ning Chuan took the paper in Lao Dao's hand in a little confusion and looked down, this picture was a map of the wild world, and he had seen some places in it, so this map must be true, but how could such a good thing fall on his head?

Lao Dao pointed to a place on the map with a red cross and said: "Let me tell you little brother, this is a place where an immortal burial is recorded, and this place is a real immortal, which is the existence of a transcendent saint, I see that you have wonderful bones, a ruddy complexion, and a faint dragon qi coiled around your body, you must be a person with atmospheric luck, maybe you can find a way to surpass the saint, little brother, maybe you can find the way beyond the saint!"

Lao Dao heard Ning Chuan stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized that he should have met a liar, and this old Dao ran the train without a word of truth.

Ning Chuan looked at Lao Dao and didn't speak, grabbed the map and stood up directly and walked into the distance, regardless of whether this Lao Dao was lying to himself or not, but if he could return to the wild small world, he would have to give it a try.

After wandering around, Ning Chuan finally found a place where there was no one, looked through the map and looked carefully, there was a mountain peak on the map, and there were nine mountain ranges around this peak.

It looked like nine dragons had all gathered in one day, and the mountain peaks were like a pearl, and the place was indeed very lucky when seen from the map, and there were a few lines of small print on the other side of the mountain.

However, the handwriting looks a little blurry, "Road, altar...... Seven colors, people from the outside world," these words, and most of the rest couldn't read clearly, Ning Chuan's heart moved when he looked at these handwritings.

Because these were gradually merged with the conjecture in his heart, the ancient and powerful divine consciousness in his mind should not belong to a person in this realm, but should be someone from the outside world.

And in this realm, cultivation can evolve to the saint stage at most, that is the apex, if you want to find a way beyond the saint realm, the only way to break out of this universe is to rush out, but no one has really rushed out in the past ten million years.

But now some things are gradually becoming clearer, the altar that allowed Linglong to obtain the golden dragon should be one, but the most he has seen is the four-color altar, and the one that can go outside the universe should be the seven-color altar, and there is still a road that should be in the Divine Pavilion, and I don't know if there is a road in the hands of the remaining forces.

After a while, Ning Chuan put away the map in his hand, and then turned back to the old Dao's stall, at this time, the old dao was spitting at a cultivator, and at the same time he was holding a map in his hand.

In the end, the cultivator took out three elixirs to buy the map from Lao Dao's hands, Ning Chuan's heart moved, another guy who was deceived, and at this moment he completely forgot that he was also the one who was deceived just now.

And Ning Chuan stood in place for about an hour or two, and during this period of time, Ning Chuan watched Lao Dao sell thirty or forty maps, which made him more and more suspicious of the authenticity of the map in his arms.

In the end, Ning Chuan looked at the old man's arms bulging, but he didn't know how many maps he had, just when Ning Chuan was about to find the old man.

Suddenly, a group of people walked towards this side, and at the head was a middle-aged man, with a magnificent instrument and a bright red robe, and the peak realm of the god king was not concealed at all, and behind him was a group of cultivators with stagnant faces.

Lao Dao looked at the group of people and rolled up the straw mat in front of him, and his body disappeared in an instant in a flash, and at this time, the group of people came to the position where Lao Dao had set up a stall just now.

"What about the people? Didn't you say that he was selling maps here? Why are the people gone now? Can anyone explain it to me?" the angry voice of the middle-aged man came from the front.