There was no one behind him, only an empty hall. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the depths of the main hall, there is a statue of the Taoist master, with kindness in his majesty, quietly looking at the figure at the door.

What made Xu Yan so out of shape and exclaimed was not a person, but a sculpture of the Taoist master, the appearance of the old man portrayed was clearly his Xu Yan's master, the old Taoist priest in Chengyun Temple, Xu Daoyuan!

This time the shock came extremely suddenly, Xu Yan just walked into the Taoist temple at random, but he was surprised to see that his master was enshrined in the Taoist temple hall and became the ancestor of Taoism.

"Master......"

Xu Yan looked at the statue blankly, and his mind was blank for a while.

If he could barely comprehend the strange news of the realm in the bottle, then the statue of the Dao Lord in front of him, even if he dreamed Xu Yan, could not imagine such a scene.

"Master...... You're still alive!"

After the shock, Xu Yan went crazy and found the Taoist in the Taoist temple, pointed to the statue and asked, which frightened several Taoist people at a loss.

"The master of the Dao Gate is far away in the fairy sky and close in the heart. ”

"The Taoist Lord is immortal, and he lives with the sky. ”

"The Taoist Lord is everywhere, and he is not in one place. ”

The Taoists in the Taoist temple answered Xu Yan's question, listening to it profoundly, in fact, they didn't know the truth and origin of the Taoist master at all.

Questioning mortals, it was Xu Yan who was anxious for a while, and after calming down, he smiled bitterly and bowed deeply to the statue.

"Master, you must still be alive!"

A faint woody smell mixed with a subtle fishy smell swept by, the statue in front of him was obviously wooden, and some of the grass and trees were very normal, as for the extremely light fishy smell, similar to fish scales, Xu Yan did not pay attention to it.

Standing at the foot of the statue, Xu Yan became happy, no matter what the identity of the old Taoist priest is, as long as he is alive.

can be called an ancestor in the Taoist temple, it can be seen that Xu Daoyuan's identity is so high that it is amazing, such a strong man must still exist between this real world and the world.

The old Taoist priest is Xu Yan's real relative, and he is also a master and a father.

Xu Yan became cheerful, and he found that this real world should be more interesting, more mysterious, and more worth exploring.

Even the master has become the Taoist master enshrined in the Taoist temple, so his Xu Yan's wife is more likely to survive in this true martial arts world.

The uneasiness and depression in his heart disappeared, Xu Yan finally regained his calm, walked out of the city gate, and ran on the forest path, the joy in his heart made him just want to howl.

Dozens of miles away, with Xu Yan's foot strength, he quickly arrived, and by the beach, a child-like figure held the cool sea water.

Burst!

After taking a big sip, Xu Yan spit it out again, grinning and roaring, "Salty...... The sea is salty!"

After the roar, there is a long laugh.

"True Martial Realm...... The real world! I'm here!"

The long laughter was heard far away, and finally merged into the sound of the waves.

Leaning over to pick up the two largest pebbles, Xu Yan strained his hands, only to hear the continuous clicking sound, and when he let go, the hard pebbles turned into sand and slid down his fingertips.

"Fortunately, the power of the body is still there. ”

Confirming that the strength of the physical body was not reduced, Xu Yan, who was facing the sea breeze, spit out a breath of turbidity.

The Purple Mansion was sealed, and it was a big deal not to use spells and magic weapons, as long as the power of the body remained unchanged, he Xu Yan still had terrifying strength.

Wan Jun's physical strength can resist the big demon and the fake baby, although he is invincible to the god pattern, but it is also enough to protect himself, at least in this strange world, Xu Yan has the power to protect himself.

"Void Pill, False Infant ......" Looking at the pitch-black sea, Xu Yan muttered to himself: "If the monks of the Bottle Realm can only cultivate the Void Pill and the False Baby, then the monks of the True Martial Realm should be able to cultivate the Golden Pill and the True Baby." ”

After muttering for a long time, Xu Yan was about to return from the beach, but suddenly his eyes moved.

Not far away, on the beach, as the sea rose and fell, something like a stake appeared, buried deep in the sand.

"Formation?"

Standing in front of the wooden stake and observing for a while, Xu Yan recognized that the wooden stake was something like the foundation of the formation, and walked out of Baizhang along the beach, and sure enough, another wooden stake appeared.

The foundation of the formation is intact, but it has not been urged, and it seems that it can envelop the entire island.

"It seems that there should be a lot of monks on Linyuan Island, otherwise there would not be a big array to seal the island. ”

Xu Yan's eyes lit up, if he wanted to find out the truth of this world, the easiest way was to contact the cultivators, and only by finding the cultivation world would he solve more doubts.

On the way back to Linyuan City, Xu Yan was always thinking.

"Heavenly ghosts, the doctrine of the slave ......"

Thinking of the heavenly ghost, Xu Yan had a different guess about the title of the instrument slave.

When he was in the Bottle Realm, the Heavenly Ghost said the instrument slave, Xu Yan thought it was the self-proclaimed name of the Heavenly Ghost, and now that he rushed out of the Bottle Realm, he suddenly realized that the instrument slave in the mouth of the Heavenly Ghost may refer to the monk in the Bottle Realm.

If the porcelain vase is a strange treasure, the monk who has evolved from the realm of the bottle is not a slave.

"It seems that the body of the heavenly ghost should also be a monk in the True Martial Realm. ”

Xu Yanjing muttered to himself: "The heavenly ghost is scolding, scolding everyone he sees as slaves, then his body should be shattered, only a Yuan Infant is left hiding in the porcelain bottle, who is his identity, what does the word earth sword refer to......"

Whoosh!

In contemplation, two sword lights swept over Xu Yan's head, and the direction went straight to the barren forest on one side.

"Cultivator!"

Xu Yan's eyes froze, and he chased the two sword lights into the barren forest, and before he went far, he saw a halo of light rising from a clearing place, and the two figures seemed to be opening something.

With Xu Yan's experience, he could see at a glance that the other party had opened a simple formation, and most of this formation was used outside the market.

"Fei Cai has really become a waste material this time, senior sister, let's hurry up, he can't stand it anymore. A young man's voice came with anxiety.

"The detoxification pill has been brought by me, don't worry. The woman's voice sounded, and then the light door opened, and the woman said, "Hurry up!"

After saying a word to leave, the two figures did not enter the light door one after another, and it seemed that these two were very anxious, as if they were going to save people.

Seeing that the light gate was slowly dissipating, Xu Yan in the distance rushed out with an arrow step, and the power of the explosion under his feet imprinted deep footprints, and before the light gate dissipated, his figure also rushed into it.

Since it is determined that it is the existence of Fang City or something, how could Xu Yan miss such an opportunity.

He couldn't use his spiritual power, even if he knew that there was a monk's market in this place, he couldn't enter, so he could only follow behind other monks, and someone happened to be in a hurry to go to the market to save people, so Xu Yan followed in by the way.

In a flash, a long street appeared in front of him, and the figures on the street swayed, which was very lively.

Sure enough, this is indeed a workshop market in the cultivation world.

Different from the Fang Market in Tiannan, the Fang Market on Linyuan Island looks antique, with huge shops on the street, signboards of century-old shops abound, and there is even a restaurant with a signboard that has not fallen for thousands of years.

To be able to open a restaurant for thousands of years is such an amazing deal.

Of course, these signboards do not necessarily refer to the shops in this market, but the main stores of the people, at least the restaurant that has not fallen for thousands of years, in Xu Yan's opinion, it should be established less than a hundred years.

One of the most magnificent shops on the side of the street has three floors, specializing in selling elixir and spirit grass, with three big characters written on Lingdanfang, and there are many shops selling materials, sometimes there are fires, presumably someone is refining weapons, and there are some shops selling weapons, hanging a dazzling array of swords, the aura is surging, and the edge is exposed.

Similar to Qingzhoufang City, around the huge square in the center of Fangfang, there are simple stalls, where sellers talk and buyers continue to bargain, and you immediately feel the hustle and bustle of the square as soon as you arrive at the square.

The familiar scene and the lively market made Xu Yan feel as if he had returned to Tiannan.

Although the spiritual sense could not be used, some monks walking by on the street, Xu Yan could still roughly guess the cultivation, so the more he walked, the more frightened Xu Yan became.

Among these cultivators, many of them possessed the spiritual power fluctuations of the Void Pill or even the false baby, and even some monks who were obviously the lowest cultivation had the spiritual energy fluctuations of the foundation building level.

Along the way, Xu Yan found at least dozens of Void Pills, and there were as many as three fake babies, so many strong people shocked him.

This is just the monks passing by on a long street, the fang market is huge, and the number of false infant monks in it is not as many as hundreds, and the number of false infant monks will not be less than twenty or thirty.

A Fang City, the strength of the monks in it is almost the same as that of the entire Tiannan.

After calculating on the side of the square, Xu Yan showed a sincere smile and walked into the booth area.

He was going to find a few blind fellow Daoists to borrow some spirit stones to use.