Changlan Slope is a well-known place in Chamdu.

This place is located in a flat wilderness on the edge of Chamdu, surrounded by little vegetation, sandy and rocky boulders, and uninhabited for hundreds of miles.

In the midst of the sweeping plains of Nagano, there is a gradually rising hillside, flat at one end and connected to the mountains outside the Cham capital at the other, spanning hundreds of miles.

The entrance to the ancient tomb of Liancheng is halfway up the slope of Changlanpo, and when Zhuo Chuan came here, it was already the middle of the night when the moon and stars were sparse.

The moonlight is like water, standing on the slope of Changlan and looking around, the scene of Zhandu is in full view.

The vicissitudes of the ancient city wall, all kinds of buildings from a long time ago, are spread in front of you like a mottled picture scroll!

Zhuo Chuan retracted his gaze and slowly came to a big tree that had been dead for an unknown number of years.

The rotten roots are huge, just a single root is thicker than Zhuo Chuan's waist, it is conceivable that it should be a towering tree before this dead wood is decayed.

The entrance to the tomb was under the dead wood, and a deep, pitch-black hole jutted out into the tree, and there was a fog inside, and a faint glow lit up at the end.

I heard that this was originally a rat hole, but it was dug like this after it was discovered leading to the ancient tomb of Liancheng.

At this time, there are still monks on the slope of Changlan, coming and going, all for the ancient tomb.

As soon as Zhuo Chuan walked into the entrance of the cave, the world suddenly quieted down, there was no whirring wind in his ears, no birds and insects chirping, as if he had suddenly come to another world.

When he looked back, Changlan Slope was clearly in front of him, but it gave people a sense of distantness, as if a world was separated from him.

But after he stepped back, everything was as usual, the sky was bright and the moon was like a jade disk, and the stars were shining.

"The Liancheng Tomb is supposed to be a secret world. ”

Entering along the entrance of the deadwood cave, it was as if walking in a strange and void place, until half an hour later, the bright light in front of him lit up, and Zhuo Chuan came to the ancient tomb of Liancheng.

This is a vast secret world, the sun on the head will never set, it is rumored that it is Jiang Liancheng's treasure weapon, guarding the tomb in the secret realm, not allowing outsiders to desecrate.

Flowers and plants are abundant, but the vegetation here is different from the outside, even if it is the same type of vegetation is slightly different.

The aura between heaven and earth is rich, and there are wisps of white gas floating on the sky, I heard that it is the ancient tomb spirit essence, which is a kind of refining treasure, but it is protected by the great sun in the sky, and no one can grasp it.

As soon as Zhuo Chuan came here, he met several monks, dressed gorgeously, and at first glance they came from famous families.

"People from the Flying Feather Sect?"

His face was ugly, it was really a narrow road, and he ran into the monk of the Flying Feather Sect head-on when he entered the Liancheng Ancient Tomb, which was really unlucky.

Fortunately, he wore a hat and hid his figure, and those people did not recognize him.

"Brother Tai, don't go to the south, the spiritual spring there has long been occupied by people from the imperial capital, not to mention a loose cultivation like you, even my Flying Feather Sect can't get a piece of the pie. ”

One of the monks looked in the direction Zhuo Chuan was traveling and kindly reminded him.

"Thank you!" Zhuo Chuan lowered his head and turned to walk east.

He muttered to himself, the people of the Flying Feather Sect are not completely domineering as rumored, there are still such approachable monks in the sect.

All the way east, Zhuo Chuan changed his makeup again.

He took off his hat, his hair was scattered, his face was half covered with a scarf, and he took out the clothes of the Flying Feather Sect that he had obtained when he returned to Ziyang from the ancient ring.

"Zhandu is under the jurisdiction of the Flying Feather Sect, there must be many disciples of the Flying Feather Sect in the Liancheng Ancient Tomb, it will be more normal for me to wear this body......"

The revival of the ancient ruins attracted many monks from the middle of the Star River Dynasty, most of whom went for the inheritance of the ruins and spiritual objects, and of course, there were also many self-aware young people who left there early in the morning and walked into the ancient tombs of Liancheng.

Zhuo Chuan wandered around here aimlessly for two days, and as he judged, nine out of ten were young people, and the realm was not high, and old monks were very rare.

"There are actually a lot of ancient tomb spiritual springs, the most quintessential of which is the one in the south, but it has been occupied by people from the imperial capital, and other monks are not allowed to touch it. He muttered to himself.

The ancient tombs of Liancheng are very large, and no one is sure how many spiritual springs have not been discovered, so they are generally occupied by the big forces in one or two places, and the monks of the other small Daomen all have the attitude that more is better than less, and they left separately.

Of course, the people of the Flying Feather Sect also have the spiritual spring that they occupy, otherwise they would not be at peace with the people in the southern imperial capital.

To the east of the tomb is a large tomb with a very wide span, which does not look like a tomb, but a plateau.

It's just a tomb, it's many times bigger than the entire Three Immortal Mountains, and most of the spiritual springs are around the big tomb, and the closer the spiritual springs are to the big tomb, the more refined they are.

However, the big tomb is a big tomb after all, not a fairy treasure.

Zhuo Chuan heard that some strange things often happen there, and there is a certain kind of diffuse emotion that affects the mind, and it is best not to get too close to people who are not strong and have a weak mind.

......

"Hey, that guy, stop!"

A young monk from the Flying Feather Sect saw Zhuo Chuan from afar, frowned, and walked quickly.

There were several people behind him, looking arrogant and looking strange.

"Are you looking for me?" asked Zhuo Chuan.

He was wearing the clothes of the Flying Feather Sect and a black scarf, and he was not afraid of being easily recognized.

However, the young man who came first did not answer immediately, his expression was arrogant, and his eyes looked him up and down sharply.

This person is about twenty-four or five years old, and his cultivation has reached the life point, and his strength makes Zhuo Chuan a little jealous.

"Why are you wearing the little master's clothes?" the man asked, frowning.

Zhuo Chuan secretly sighed in his heart, the person who was knocked by him at the beginning seemed to be very unusual in the Flying Feather Sect.

However, he did not appear to be alarmed, but asked, "How can you think that this is the little master's clothes, and not my own?"

The young man smiled when he heard this, and his eyes suddenly turned cold: "Surround him for me, don't let him run away." ”

Whew!

Everyone moved in unison, surrounded Zhuo Chuan in the blink of an eye, and stared at him unkindly.

"What do you mean by this?" Zhuo Chuan sighed in his heart, something happened!

"Little Lord and Senior Brother Wei Xin are both disciples of the Nine Ancestors, and they are also the only two disciples, and their clothes are different from ours, there are differences. The young man said.

He put his hands behind his back, his eyes were like eagle eyes, the divine power of the life acupoint realm rose suddenly, and his eyebrows were awe-inspiring.

"A few days ago, it was rumored that the little lord was robbed in Sanxian Ridge, and even his clothes were stripped off, and the person was thrown into the river, and it took a few hours to wake up. ”

"I thought it was a rumor made up by people who don't have a long eye, but now that I see you, I have to pay attention to that rumor. ”

The young monk's cultivation was strong, and he slowly pressed towards Zhuo Chuan, and every step he took became even more imposing, making his face solemn.

Zhuo Chuan was speechless, he knew that he would not wear this clothes, but now that he is surrounded, it is difficult to leave.

"That's really right, I have a bloody disaster recently......"

"Take off the face towel, I always feel that your appearance is a little familiar, I should have seen it somewhere. ”

Among the people of the Flying Feather Sect, a tall female cultivator stepped forward and reached out to take off the black scarf on Zhuo Chuan's face.

The woman's skin is like clotted fat, her arms are fair, she is enchanting and colorful step by step, her appearance is beautiful, and her style is varied.

But Zhuo Chuan took a step back, slapped away the other party's slender hand, and said with a smile: "Men and women don't kiss, although you take the initiative, I may not accept it." ”

He chuckled, didn't look at the angry nun in front of him, took off the black scarf on his face, and looked at everyone with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It turned out to be you, that kid from Sanxian Ridge, I've seen the portrait. Someone recognized him and took two unpleasant steps forward.

Zhuo Chuan was the one who was hunted down by the Flying Feather Blood Order, and bringing him back was a great achievement, how could they miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

Airplanes!

Immediately, a monk couldn't help but make a move, and with a wave of his arm, he summoned a dragon gong out of nowhere, echoing with a low roar, and smashed towards Zhuo Chuan.

This is a magic soldier, and it is almost close to the realm of the life point, and the divine light is born and destroyed, and it can smash a small mountain.

Zhuo Chuan naturally would not sit still, his eyes were purple and flowing, and a round of purple sun with the size of a grinding disc appeared above his head, and the glow was rising, and he was facing the dragon gong head-on.

Since he obtained the complete Shocking Sun Sutra, he has become more and more powerful in Ziyang's cultivation, and when facing the enemy, he can condense a round of great sun combat with divine power, which is comparable to a divine soldier.

Click!

The purple sun charm of the grinding disc was endless, and wisps of purple qi fell down, weighing more than 10,000 hectares, and the dragon gong couldn't resist, it directly collapsed, the light collapsed, and fell from mid-air.

"You...... You have ruined my soldiers!"

The monk who shot shouted, he has been pregnant with this weapon for many years, as long as he breaks through to the life point cultivation, Jiaolong Gong will also be successfully promoted and become a stronger magic soldier, but now it has been destroyed by Zhuo Chuan, and his success has fallen short.

Rumble!

He sealed his hands, and a golden long Jiao rose up behind his back, fierce and majestic, swallowing Zhuo Chuan in one gulp.

"For people like you, let's go a little later, I'll have no problem hitting ten. Zhuo Chuan smiled, and a few wisps of purple qi fell from the big sunset on his head, like a divine sword, cutting and scattering the golden Jiao in an instant.

He is now based on the peak realm of Tianzu, and he has even stepped on the realm of divine power with half a foot, and he is not afraid of anyone in the battle of the same level.

Among the people of the Flying Feather Sect besieging him, only the young monk who was the leader made him frown, and he needed to go all out.

After all, that person is the realm of the Destiny Cave!

"Sure enough, there are some tricks, but you're still a little too arrogant. The young monk still did not make a move, and motioned for the others to attack and take down the ignorant man.

Bang......

In an instant, there was an outbreak here, and more than ten people from the Flying Feather Sect started together, all kinds of Xuanguang flew, and the magic soldiers rushed up, and the flowing qi made the surrounding rocks explode, and the attack was strong.

Bang!

Zhuo Chuan's body flickered, his hands wrapped around the seven-star secret scroll starlight, as solid as divine iron, he slapped a black knife away, and pinched the law with the other hand, blocking the red long silk flying next to him.

He is one against ten, like a wolf into a flock, and every blow is just right, and he is at ease.

"Compared to the Savage Ancient Beasts of the Primordial Great Wilderness, you are really useless except for the ability to sacrifice magic weapons. ”

Zhuo Chuan said with a smile, he still had spare strength, he didn't even use the Blue Eagle Treasure Technique, and he had been paying attention to the young monks watching the battle while fighting, and he didn't take it lightly.

Of course, he didn't have the upper hand when he was besieged by more than ten people, and Ziyang was mighty, blocking most of the attack methods.

"Hmph, you're underestimating us. ”

The delicate-looking female cultivator snorted coldly, and the red long silk was like a spirit snake, and suddenly attacked from behind Zhuo Chuan.

Tear pull

At the critical moment, Zhuo Chuan's body dodged to the side, which was able to avoid Chang Aya's attack, but the swirling streamer tore the clothes of his left arm, and his shoulder was a little painful.

"What a strong body!" The female cultivator was surprised, her Chang Aya streamer's attack power was not weak, even if the boulder was slightly rubbed, it would crack, but now it couldn't leave a scar on Zhuo Chuan's shoulder.

Zhuo Chuan frowned, he was still careless, no one can be underestimated when facing the enemy!

If he hadn't eaten the Dragon Elephant Fruit in the Small Heavy Domain, cultivated the strength of the flesh, and baptized himself with the blood of a strange beast during the Primordial Great Wilderness, and cultivated a tough body, his left arm might have been cut off with the blow just now!

"The most poisonous woman's heart!" he muttered, his face becoming cautious.

From the very beginning of the battle against the Flying Feather Sect, Zhuo Chuan just broke the man's spell and cut off his magic soldiers, and did not make a heavy hand.

Now it seems that we can't be merciful!

Swish!

The red long silk flew again, Zhuo Chuan's eyes were sharp, the cyan starlight in his hand was misty, and a faint star slowly emerged and fell towards the long silk.

"Take Chang Aya as a weapon, do you think you are Nezha?"

The starlight was like a fantasy, and he detained the female cultivator's mage Chang Aya and threw it under the purple sun above his head to suppress it with the Shocking Yang Sutra.