Suddenly, there were several fairy rays flickering in the distance.

Chen Zixiao stared at it, and in his eyes, there were several Qingzai wearing similar clothes, full of spring and pleasant faces.

As long as they are clear-eyed, they can recognize that these people must be from the same sect.

"Just ask and you'll know what kind of domain this is!"

Chen Zixiao settled what he thought in his heart, and immediately there was a burst of golden immortal power, and there was a faint trace of immortal dao in the immortal power, exuding a faint immortal rhyme, which was a unique sign of the powerhouse of the Jindan realm.

In just a moment, a white dress was already in front of those young people.

"Who are you!?"

"Dare to stop me from the Burning Sun Sect?"

The man in front of him was too weird, they were conceited that they were disciples of the Burning Sun Sect, and their cultivation was also compared to their peers, and they would never fall into the inferiority, but the man who suddenly appeared in front of them didn't notice the slightest.

The person who came was naturally Chen Zixiao, who came after him.

He didn't have any impression of the Burning Sun Sect in front of him, after all, the cluster was only the edge of this vast immortal land, and not far away was the Endless Tribulation Sea, compared to the edge of this remote place, there was no difference between this remote place and the edge land, except for the complete inheritance.

His face was indifferent, and his voice was calm: "Do you know which domain of the immortal land is here?"

Those young men who claimed to be the rao of the Lieyang Sect looked slightly soothed.

Most of the monks who can ask this question are from the margins, and the monks of such places cannot be compared with them.

Among the several people, a young man wearing a red robe with a faint gold stripe on his waist stepped forward, with a hint of arrogance on his face, "This is the Southern Region of the Immortal Land, where the Southern Valley Holy Land belongs!"

"Your Excellency is from the edge?"

Nangu Holy Land!

Chen Zixiao's eyes changed slightly, he didn't expect that under the manipulation of fate, he would directly let him return to the Southern Regions.

Immediately, a faint smile appeared on his face, this is not bad, the Southern Regions of the Immortal Land are also his birthplace, even if he was still in infancy, he was sent to the Wasteland to grow up, but in the classics left by the Chen family, he also read a lot about the distribution of the Southern Regions.

The Southern Regions alone are far more than a trillion miles in size, among which there are no less than ten imperial clans, and there are thirteen holy lands, and the Nangu Holy Land in this young man's mouth is one of them, but as far as Chen Zixiao knows, the Nangu Holy Land is the weakest holy land among the thirteen holy lands, ranking thirteen.

And the cluster is the edge of the South Valley Holy Land, the Burning Sun Sect?

The corners of Chen Zixiao's mouth flashed a chuckle without leaving a trace, and his eyes were indifferent, "How many forces is the Burning Sun Sect?"

The young man who spoke up before looked at him with a mighty look, as if he didn't expect that the man in white in front of him was still a little cautious.

He glanced at Chen Zixiao lightly, and his words were proud, "Five Rank Forces, my sect is a true immortal of the Yang God Realm!"

"Under the Holy Land of the South Valley, within the Broken Wall City, my Lieyang Sect can be described as one of the best sects!"

The corners of Chen Zixiao's mouth twitched slightly, he knew about the Nangu Holy Land, but in a holy land, there were no less than thousands of big cities, and among the big cities he knew, there was absolutely no broken walled city, not to mention a Burning Sun Sect with the second realm of the Yin and Yang Realm and the Yang God Realm as the sect master?

Moved by the heart, a touch of perception quietly came out, and swept past those monks Shenyang.

A smile appeared on his face, "It's just a few early stage sons of the Ning Dan Realm, but I really don't know what to do." ”

In the midst of his gaze, his eyes fell in front of the young man who spoke earlier, and he said slowly: "What is the status of the Jindan Realm Immortal in the Burning Sun Sect?"

Before the words fell, a touch of immortal power rushed out from Chen Zixiao's body.

It's the power of the earth immortals!

In an instant, the faces of several disciples of the Burning Sun Sect changed suddenly, and their proud voices were no longer there, how could they not know that Chen Zixiao in front of them, the strength of that kind of immortal power was definitely not comparable to the monks in the marginal land.

"The Jindan Realm Immortal is definitely the backbone of the Burning Sun Sect, and it is the level where many elders are located!"

"For example, a few of my Ning Dan Realm, most of them are inner disciples, or personal disciples under the elders' seats!"

The pride in the young man's eyes no longer existed, and he almost knew everything.

After a long time, Chen Zixiao nodded lightly and said, "Take me to the Lieyang Sect, any Elder Keqing is not bad!"

His words are long, although the Southern Regions is his birthplace, but now is not the time for him to contact the Golden Crow Clan, or, now, he can't even enter the eyes of the Golden Crow Clan.

What's more, he has an equally important thing to do......

Wait for the man who buried the coffin!

Maybe he will fall in this southern region!

In the dark, he felt something, but he couldn't figure out the cause and effect.

......

During the trip to the immortal land, the five people shared the land of the five domains, and each gained something in one of the domains.

The passage of time seems to be just a blink of an eye, and it has been fifty years.

In the huge city of the Southern Regions, a man dressed in white, with a scorching sun hanging from his waist, surrounded by a token of golden flames hanging from his waist, behind him, there were two young men in red robes slowly following behind him.

"Master, what are we going to do when we enter Broken Wall City this time?"

A young man behind him had a trace of puzzlement on his face, the man in front of him was the seat of the elder who entered the Lieyang Sect forty years ago, and in just forty years, he went straight from the lower grade of the Jindan Realm to the upper grade of the Jindan Realm, and it was only half a step away from the Yin God Realm.

It's just that for forty years, the man in front of him will enter the Broken Wall City every year and enter the Nabu Star Pavilion to explore the matter.

And he has been worshipping the man in front of him as a teacher for 20 years, and this is the case every year in 20 years.

The man's face was indifferent, as if forty years of immersion had made him more calm.

"It's just an old friend, and I don't know if I've ever appeared in the Southern Regions!"

His voice was soft, and he no longer seemed to have any illusions about the person he spoke.

Walking for a long time, there were many eye-catching people along the way who saw the white-clothed figure, and their expressions were slightly shocked, just because the white-clothed man had a name that shocked all the forces in Broken Wall City.

Lieyang Sect, Supreme Martial Elder, Chen Zixiao!

In front of the Buxing Pavilion, there was already a seemingly decrepit old man waiting quietly in front of the pavilion, and his dim eyes seemed to see the figure slowly coming from a distance.

The old man's face was calm, and a touch of immortal power shook out, and it came into Chen Zixiao's ears, "The Tao becomes a coffin, Bu Xing can't, he is a fairy land, and he should meet each other!"

It's only 16 words, and it's been the same for 40 years!

Chen Zixiao's expression was calm, and he seemed to have known this result, and he paused slightly, slowly sneering at the old man in front of Bu Xing Pavilion.

In the boundless darkness of the eyes, a pitch-black fairy coffin that seems to merge into the darkness, the pattern of the fairy road exudes a faint fairy rhyme, fluttering in this darkness.

If it were like that for all eternity!