I saw that the horse-faced pockmarks slowed down for a moment, until they came to their senses, and then directly called out to the blanket under him: "Down, down, down!"

The blanket seemed to be very reluctant to hear the sound, and with the speed that was diametrically opposed to the tone of the horse-faced pockmark, it slowly landed crookedly.

When the blanket fell to more than one meter above the ground, the horse-faced pockmarked man couldn't wait to jump from the blanket and jump to the ground.

I saw the blanket slowly falling down until it fell to the ground, and slowly turned into a red yellow rune paper, and lay quietly in this huge feeding hall.

But look at this horse's face pockmark, since running out of the ancestral hall, I don't know how long I have run, how far I have run, only to see this blue brick paved wide road around, row after row are full of magnificent palaces and pavilions.

These pavilion buildings are full of carved railings and jade bricks, green tiles and vermilion eaves, which look quite spectacular, and one by one continuously, but how can the horse-faced pockmarked man have time to look at these buildings at this moment, and there are only five blurred high pillars in the distance in his eyes.

When Mazi ran closer, he saw these five high pillars clearly, and he only felt a sense of majesty in his heart.

I saw that these five high pillars seemed to be in harmony with the sky, and the whole body was composed of white marble.

The five pillars of heaven are separated separately, about two hundred zhang apart, erected on the ground, arranged in a straight line, and above the straight line is full of white mist like white clouds, swaying like a fairyland.

The dragon is carved on the pillar, the dragon body hovers on the pillar for many miles, and there is no end in sight, only to see the dragon tail, the dragon body, the dragon claws, lifelike, the scales on the five dragons still flash from time to time, the five dragon pillars go straight into the sky, as if in the shock of this piece of heaven and earth, quite a breath of swallowing mountains and rivers.

I saw that on the dragon pillar in the middle, about a few hundred zhang high, there was a huge and magnificent plaque, about 200 zhang long, about 80 zhang wide, and it was also like white marble.

The three brilliant gilt characters of "Tianxuanzong" are slowly flowing and leaping on the plaque!

This is one of the few major sects in the world of cultivating immortals, the inner sect of Tianxuan Sect.

I saw that at this moment, the horse-faced pockmarked man had run to the root of this dragon pillar, panting, sweating profusely as if he had just been bathed, and before he could hold the giant dragon pillar in his hand, he bent down to rest for a while, and then heard several cold sounds of drawing his sword and "Zheng!

As soon as Ma Mian Mazi raised his head, he found that he was surrounded by several Taoist people with swords, and the tip of the nearest sword was almost touching his throat.

The horse-faced pockmark first tightened his throat, swallowed his saliva with a "coo", first paused in a little fright, and then raised his face with a little weakness, and shouted loudly to the sword-wielding man in front of him:

"What are you doing here? You are all from the same sect, why are you pointing your sword at me? I have something important to report to the master!"

But it is said that this horse-faced pockmarked man usually does not dare to break through the sect like this, and when he was brought into the sect by the master to deal with affairs, he lowered his head and followed up twice, but the master was also submissive to these individuals guarding the door, how dare he shout like him.

However, the horse-faced pockmarked man knew in his heart, the fall of this Youquan Ancestor was not trivial, not to mention the entire Tianxuan Sect, even the entire immortal cultivation world would be shocked three times if he knew about it, not to mention these foundation-building paths, he even dared to stop himself from reporting.

"Hmph!" After the horse's face pockmarked for a while, there was no trace of fear in his heart, but he snorted arrogantly, straightened up, raised his neck, and raised his horse's face, and even some arrogance appeared.

The man in the crowd with a sword against the throat of the horse-faced pockmarked man, with a little disgust on his face at the moment, looked quite young, should be about eighteen or nineteen years old.

Dressed in a white shirt, with upright facial features, sharp eyebrows, and full of heroism.

The white-shirted robe was tattooed with a refined printed silver dragon on the open chest of the robe, which was outstanding compared to the white-shirted robes of the surrounding paths.

When the young man saw that this horse-faced trail was so arrogant, he couldn't help but feel a little angry on his face, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, so he scolded sharply:

"Presumptuous! This door is only allowed to be entered by inner disciples, and you an outer disciple dares to be so brutal, and you still want to meet the head of the sect face to face! Defying the rules of the sect! Believe it or not, I will punish you on the spot?!" After that, the tip of the sword that Ling was in the throat of the horse-faced pockmark was a little closer.

"You're the one who is presumptuous!"

The horse-faced pockmark was also fierce at the moment, his small eyes were focused, and he stared at the man who spoke and shouted:

"I am a disciple of Master Hong in the feeding hall! Today, the master has something to do, and I am on duty, but the incident happened suddenly, so I have to see the head of the house to report the important matter! If this matter is delayed, you can't afford to lose ten heads!"

When the sword-wielding priests around heard the words of this horse-faced pockmarked son, they were a little hesitant, and they began to discuss.

"Senior Brother Ling, I'd rather believe it than believe it... ”

"The people in the feeding hall are so arrogant, isn't there an immortal master who has fallen?"

"That fall is a common thing. ”

"What if it's a large number of people who are out on a mission, or maybe something happens to the Spirit Heaven Realm?"

"Although this horse face is an outer disciple, he should know the rules of the sect, if nothing happens, he will definitely not dare to be so arrogant!"

"Yes, yes. ”

"If it's really delayed, and the boss is angry... ”

"I think Senior Brother Ling, it's better to... ”

After some discussion, the eyes of many little Taoist priests turned to the young man in the Taoist robe with the dragon tattoo who seemed to be the leader.

I saw that the young man who was called Senior Brother Ling first secretly enjoyed the taste of the stars holding the moon, and then frowned, looked at it in his heart, and rolled his eyes. Then he continued to scold at the horse-faced pockmark:

"Tell me something, I'll tell you what's going on!"

As soon as Ma Yan Mazi heard this, he became anxious, and despite the fact that he was wrapped in several swords, his body trembled excitedly, and he was about to jump up, blushing, and kept gesturing his fingers towards Senior Brother Ling, shouting fiercely:

"Your brain cultivation has been broken, right? You deserve to know such a big and important thing?! Don't think I don't know what little abacus you are doing!"

"Also, are you sure I'm telling you the truth? If you say the wrong thing, then what should you do, oh it's a big deal, it's a big deal, we'll die together!

This Senior Brother Ling was scolded by the horse-faced pockmarked man pointing at his nose, and even exposed his careful thoughts to the public, he couldn't help but be angry, his face was red and white, and he became ashamed and angry!

They even wanted to go down with a sword and kill him directly! A small outer sect was heartbroken, and dared to make noise in front of the elite disciples of his own sect! He was really impatient!

However, it is reasonable and reasonable, but it is not enough to understand the disgusting horse-faced path in front of him, and wherever his mind goes, he is forced to hold back the anger in his heart, slowly put away the sword in his hand, and with a long sound of "hiss~~", he put the sword in the scabbard behind his back.

With a smile on his face, he said to Ma Yan Xiaodao: "Okay, I can let you in to meet the master, but I have to take it, do you think it?"

Seeing the resentful eyes of the young man in front of him who couldn't hide, Ma-faced Mazi couldn't help but feel a little trembling in his heart, but looking at the situation, it could only be like this, he couldn't get an inch anymore, and he didn't dare to do anything to himself after he entered the sect...

The horse-faced pockmarked man was determined in his heart, that is, he bent down in vain, and stretched out a hand, which was open, making a "please" look, and smiled respectfully at the young man: "Fellow Daoist, please lead the way, you have to work." ”

Everyone around looked at the big change in the face of the horse-faced man, and they all couldn't accept it, and the hand holding the sword didn't know how to put away the sword...

I only heard a sound of air coming out of my nostrils, and then I said indifferently: "Let's go, follow me." ”