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Chapter 50: Tongtian Peak

When Zhou Moyang stepped out of the teleportation array again, he shook his head, and there was no longer dizziness and other discomforts. At the foot of the mountain on the opposite side of the teleportation array, hundreds of monks who arrived first were standing and standing, of different shapes, and many of them were looking at something from afar.

Zhou Moyang followed the gaze of those monks, where he was in front of him, miles away, what was that. It is actually a golden giant peak, rising abruptly, towering into the sky, towering and upright, eye-catching.

"Tongtian Peak, it is really a myriad of weather, strange and extraordinary." Listening to Li Qiushui beside him sighing and admiring, Zhou Moyang secretly thought, this must be the entrance of Ziwei Wonderland. When he had doubts, Zhou Moyang pricked up his ears and looked around. When he followed the people to a corner at the foot of the mountain to rest, he already knew the general idea of this place.

That strange mountain, called Mt. Tongtian, was the place to go. It is rumored that the crape myrtle fairyland is on top of Tongtian Peak. This mountain peak is not ten thousand feet high, halfway up the mountain is clouds and mist, I don't see the peak, how to go up. There is also a teleportation array on it.

Under the leadership of several Jindan elders, the monks of Zixiao Palace walked to a clearing at the foot of the opposite mountain and settled down for the time being. Zhou Moyang also wanted to find a secluded place to meditate, but he saw that everyone was in the same door, huddled together and laughing, and there was no place for him to meditate nearby. A little farther away from everyone, there was not even a piece of shade above his head, and there was rubble under his feet, so Zhou Moyang had to stand alone with his hands crossed. Looking left and right, he shook his head, and his expression showed a little helplessness.

In the valley, so many monks were in a group, separated by one or twenty zhang from each other, to show the location of the immortal gate. The number of monks can be seen in the size of the immortal gate.

The crowd of more than twenty monks gathered, no more, no less, exactly ten in the valley, it was the top ten sects, and Zixiao Palace was one of them. The person with the largest number of people, judging by his clothes, should be a monk of the Purple Sword Palace; The sects where the majority of the two virgin cultivators are the Phantom Moon Sect and the Qinghua Palace; The people in the black robes who gathered together with more than twenty people were from the Demon Cloud Ridge.

In addition to the top ten immortal gates, there are more than ten or even several people in the remaining crowd, and they should be from the Tianqiong Continent and the many small and medium-sized immortal sects nearby.

Zhou Moyang's eyes wandered, and his expression suddenly moved. He saw a few familiar faces in the crowd of people of all sizes.

The crowd where the Phantom Moon Sect was located was full of graceful female cultivators, which could be described as eye-catching, but Zhou Moyang's gaze passed by, looking at the group of monks in black robes.

In the crowd of Demon Cloud Ridge, Gong Yi was surrounded by several Jindan monks, looking around with an arrogant expression. His eyes were on the body of the female cultivator of the Phantom Moon Sect, and he couldn't stop nostalgic, and he didn't forget to shake his head and sigh.

"Young Sect Master. With so many seniors present here, there is still some work to be done, so don't spoil the sect master's plan. An old man over half a hundred years old reminded him in a timely voice. An old man with a childish face and crane hair beside him, with a gloomy expression, snorted coldly, and echoed: "What Elder Duanmu said is true. ”

"The meaning of Elder Zhongli and Elder Duanmu's words, how can I not know it. However, while waiting here, it is quite boring, and it is idle left and right, so you can only feast your eyes. He smiled like a loser, his expression suddenly changed, and he said with a cold meaning in his words: "Everything is in the hands of my father, and this trip to Ziwei Wonderland is really exciting." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at another crowd, where the monks of Qinghua Palace gathered.

In an instant, the gloomy expression of the public loss disappeared, and he was replaced by a harmless smile of humans and animals, his eyes lit up, and he shook his head and exclaimed: "This woman is not bad." It is really a rare fairy in the world, which makes my heart move. ”

In the valley, the monks of each sect occupy a corner. At this time, in order to avoid Nie Feng's entanglement, Zhuang Xinyan, who came in a hurry, took Wang Fuyu and came to the gathering place of the female cultivators in Qinghua Palace, on a hill. After the two stood still, Wang Fuyu leaned on the shade of the tree behind him and looked forward.

"Master, there are people over there staring at us, but they have frivolous expressions and oily faces." Wang Fuyu's words have a faint sense of unhappiness. Zhuang Xinyan's face sank, and when he looked back, he was facing the eyes of the young sect master of Shangmo Yunling. In front of the public, Zhuang Xinyan was inconvenient to have a seizure, so he could only ignore it with frost on his face.

"Master, the monks of the Heavenly Dome Continent have gathered here, and I don't know when the Ziwei Wonderland will open." Wang Fuyu asked curiously. "Three days later, at noon on the eighth day of the eighth month of August." Zhuang Xinyan replied softly.

"Why do you have to wait until noon three days later?" Seeing Wang Fuyu's puzzled expression, just like when he stayed by his master's side in his early years, Zhuang Xinyan's face softened, and he explained: "I don't know what the details are. I heard your ancestor Taizhen Sanren mention that every time the eighth day of the eighth month of the second Jiazi passes, within a year after that, it is the time when the ban on crape myrtle fairyland weakens. Only then can the monk step into the crape myrtle fairyland. ”

"Within this year, can crape myrtle fairyland enter and exit at will?" Wang Fuyu asked again. Zhuang Xinyan looked at the mountain peak in the distance and replied, "Three days later, at noon, it is the time when the prohibition on the peak is the weakest. After this time, it will be difficult to get close to the crape myrtle fairyland for half a step, and the monks in the fairy realm should not try to come out on their own. Only a year later, when the crape myrtle fairyland is closed, will the monks who enter it automatically teleport to the foot of this mountain. ”

"I see. Thank you Master for your advice, let Fu Yu gain some insight. Wang Fuyu exclaimed, and thanked him obediently. If you don't go into the depths of the fairyland, you should protect yourself. As a monk, it is beneficial to go to the fairyland to have an understanding. Zhuang Xinyan said indifferently and moved his gaze to the group of people in the valley. Wang Fuyu also looked around with his master at this time.

Suddenly, a ** figure in the open space made Wang Fuyu slightly stunned, and then he showed a shallow smile. The monk's memory is amazing, although there is a gap of thirty years, Wang Fuyu still recognizes the young man at a glance, he still pretends to be old, the unchanged blue robe, and the hairpin on his head. It was clearly a spiritual weapon used by the monks. One of his black hair was slightly messy, the corners of his lips were slightly curled, and he looked around with a lazy look, looking around boredly.

Wang Fuyu's smile faded, and his demeanor was the same. Her smile is casual and natural, but it touches people with hearts. Zhou Moyang in the distance, for some reason, suddenly felt uncomfortable. Turning his head to look around, he saw a figure swaying in the shade of a tree high on a hill, and he didn't care, but noticed two unkind glances. One was naturally Ouyang Junxiu, who was haunting, and the other Zhou Moyang didn't recognize it, but it was like a public defeat in Moyunling, and he actually showed an inexplicable smile at him.

Shaking his head a little innocently, Zhou Moyang pursed the corners of his lips, thinking to himself, it is not a way to stand so stupidly all the time. He moved a few steps towards the place where the monk of Zixiao Palace was, and seeing that his feet were quite flat, he simply sat down cross-legged and breathed with his eyes closed.

In the past two days, the teleportation array in the cave has been opened several times, and there has been no movement, presumably the monks of various large and small immortal sects have arrived. In the early morning of the third day, when Zhou Moyang opened his eyes and got up, he found that there was something strange in the valley.

On this day, all the monks at the foot of the mountain received the order from the elders in the sect, and they got up and rushed to the top of Tongtian Peak. Under the sun's rays, the golden peaks are more and more dazzling. The majestic momentum of the crown and the majestic sky is admirable.

Looking at this spectacular scene, Zhou Moyang secretly praised in his heart. At this time, the Horseshoe Peak of Zixiao Palace looked back and shouted: "My disciple of Zixiao Palace, go," followed by more than a dozen sword rainbows, like meteors hanging upside down, dragging away in the air. Seeing the light flickering on the bodies of the same door in front of him, Zhou Moyang also suddenly rose into the air, stepped on the dragon's head sword, and gently urged the spiritual power, and then a ball of light wrapped his body, and his feet were light, and the wind suddenly sounded.

In less than a stick of incense, Zhou Moyang was already on the top of the peak of Tongtian Peak. When his feet landed, a strong wind hit, causing Zhou Moyang to take a few steps back, and then he managed to stand firm. He was amazed to see that the peak of ten thousand zhang was as smooth as a knife, and on the mountain flat of no less than a thousand zhang in size, the whistling whirlwind was wrapped in clouds and mist, and it spun violently and non-stop; Strong winds enveloped the peaks, as if they were about to lift the entire peak.

On the edge of the whirlwind, hundreds of monks from various immortal sects in the Heavenly Dome Continent all stopped to watch, shocked by the strange scene in front of them. Zhou Moyang looked back at the vast expanse behind him; Turning around and looking up again, the wind and clouds were agitated, and the sun was gone. "Could it be here?" Zhou Moyang, like everyone else, was surprised, this was really not like a place that could give birth to heaven and earth spiritual creatures.

Ahead, at this time, the ancestors of each faction had finished discussing, and several masters of the Yuan Infant Stage gathered together for a few more words, and then the white-haired and white-bearded old man of the Purple Sword Palace suddenly walked out alone, and walked forward for more than a dozen steps, before stopping.

He stretched out his left hand, and the yellow light on it appeared, and as soon as he grabbed it to the ground, a yellow dragon-like mud flow was lifted up, and condensed into a giant sword made of yellow mud in his hand. The fingers of his other hand swiped lightly from the handle to the tip of the sword, and a white light lit up wherever the fingers went, and the mud sword turned gray-white in an instant, turning into a heavy boulder sword.

This high-level spell that turned mud into stone made the disciples of various sects stunned and opened their eyes. After doing all this, the old man of the Purple Sword Palace did not stop there, but held the sword in both hands, his body fell, and he shouted, throwing the stone sword out as fast as a meteor, and shot straight into the air in front of him.

Then a shocking scene appeared, the stone sword only flew out dozens of zhang away, as if it had touched something, and after a sudden shock, it turned into powder. Then a large area of blue light appeared in the void, overwhelming the sky, reflecting everyone's skin in blue.