Traverser, Hongjun has also seen it.

These people outside the universe who claim to be traversers, Hongjun has seen not a thousand, but eight hundred since he became a Taoist.

From the initial shock, to the later curiosity, and then to the fact that he felt even more unremarkable after he fit in.

In the eyes of Hongjun, who has already joined the Dao, these various traversers, even if they know the future trend of the Heavenly Dao, are not necessarily very remarkable.

Lust, greed, arrogance, arrogance and other inferiorities of the human race are vividly displayed in many people.

Even if some people can make some waves in the world they are in, in the face of the vast heavenly Dao trend, it is only the light of fireflies that is difficult to compare to the light of the sun and the moon.

"It's still a body from outside the world." An indifferent and ethereal voice sounded, and Hongjun's face still did not fluctuate.

Most of the traversers are soul pierced or flesh pierced, the former is soul traversal, occupying the body of a person in the flood wilderness, to put it simply, it is to take away; The latter is the body and soul traveling together, and the world traversed does not have such a person in the first place.

"Is it the system?"

A low and indifferent voice sounded, neither happy nor sad, without seven emotions and six desires.

Generally speaking, this kind of meat-pierced traverser is the easiest to spot. It may be that you have just stepped into the wilderness with your front foot, and your back foot has been noticed by the saint.

But Yang Xuan only attracted Hongjun's attention after receiving merit from heaven. Then Hongjun found that he couldn't count Yang Xuan's heels, and after careful investigation, he found that this person was actually a traverser.

The only thing that can explain this is the "system".

For hundreds of millions of years, Hongjun has known that the traversers who have a system also have a number of hands.

However, this traverser named Yang Xuan is a bit capable, and he actually made paper in a few clicks.

It wasn't like no one had tried those previous traversers, but the vast majority of them ended in failure.

Even if there are so many people who make up "paper", whether it is the cost or the quality is not as good as the rice paper made by Yang Xuan, it is not enough to replace the bamboo slips.

The merits obtained are even more scarce.

"Hmm"

Without saying anything more, Hongjun slowly closed his eyes.

How about having a system? The systematic traversers that Hongjun knew were all like ants under the general trend of the Heavenly Dao.

He Hongjun and the other six saints had not failed to catch the traverser with the system before...... Although I haven't researched a reason......

The golden light in the sky gradually dissipated, and Yang Xuan's figure slowly descended from mid-air.

At this time, it was already the time of the rising sun, the morning light was dappled and sprinkled on the ground, and Yang Xuan's eyes were still closed.

After a long time, Yang Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and a majestic aura of mystery and mystery poured out from his body, straight into the sky.

This breath came and went quickly, and it disappeared in a moment.

"Immortals"

Yang Xuan felt the mysteries of his own avenue and realm, and a smile appeared on his face.

Heaven and man are one

This is the mystery that the monks in the desolation can only feel after stepping into the realm of heavenly immortals.

After absorbing the merits descended from the Heavenly Dao, Yang Xuan's own cultivation not only skyrocketed, but also disappeared completely with the gap between him and heaven and earth.

With the blessing of merit, Yang Xuan got close to heaven and earth, comprehended the avenue, and stepped into the realm of immortals.

The monks of the Earth Immortal Realm can evolve a blessed land, and the monks of the Heavenly Immortal Realm can open up the cave world in their bodies.

How so...... It's a bit like the inner heaven and earth in the tomb of the gods.

Stretching out his hand, a piece of rice paper as white as snow and smooth as jade was suspended in front of Yang Xuan, surrounded by a faint golden light, with a mysterious and distant atmosphere.

"Twenty-five prohibitions, medium-grade acquired spirit treasures."

Feeling the terrifying power emitted by this piece of rice paper, Yang Xuan was also a little excited in his heart.

This time, Yang Xuan received seventy percent of the merits descended from the Heavenly Dao, and the remaining three merits fell into a piece of rice paper, and finally turned into an acquired merit spiritual treasure.

The few artifacts obtained in the Fairy Sword World, although they also have the power comparable to the inferior acquired spirit treasure, but they are not real acquired spirit treasures after all.

Now it is not the beginning of the desolate world, there are treasures everywhere, and there are caves and blessed lands everywhere. For ordinary monks, it would be very good to have a nine-path forbidden immortal weapon.

As for the acquired spirit treasure, it is a magic weapon that can only be refined by golden immortals. The monks below the Golden Immortal who can hold the Acquired Spirit Treasure are basically people with backgrounds.

"If I had this thing last time, it wouldn't have been so hard."

Putting this acquired spirit treasure into the dantian, Yang Xuan sighed in his heart again.

Last time in the Heaven Covering World, Yang Xuan had to make a lot of effort to kill the ancient sages sent by the Feather God Dynasty.

But Yang Xuan was also seriously injured and fell into a coma for a time.

If he could hold a medium-grade acquired spirit treasure at that time, it would not be so difficult to kill the ancient sages.

"In a few days, let's prepare to open up the Cave World."

Yang Xuan twisted his neck, turned around and walked towards the village, intending to get a good night's sleep and recharge his energy.

When he walked to the entrance of the village, the previous pavilion chief walked out of front of him.

"Michichi"

The pavilion chief bowed to Yang Xuan, his face full of compliments.

As a young man, he traveled extensively and traveled to many places, where he also met monks. As for the cultivators, like other ordinary people, he only thinks that they are very capable and worthy of respect, but he does not have much reverence.

However, Yang Xuan's earth-shattering vision of making paper yesterday caused by the heavenly merit made him suddenly shake in his heart, and he felt that this young Taoist was by no means as simple as the monks he had seen in the past.

"Could it be that this Dao Master is really an immortal?" The pavilion chief guessed in his mind.

"What?" Yang Xuan pursed his lips.

"Dao Chief, you give me 'paper', I have used it," the pavilion chief suddenly said excitedly, "Sure enough, as the Dao Chief said, this 'paper' can be used to write official documents." ”

Recalling the scene when he was holding a brush and writing a blank piece of paper, the pavilion chief always felt indescribable joy in his heart.

The content of the legal provisions recorded on a three-foot bamboo slip can be written down on a small piece of white paper.

What a great invention!

Daqin advocates the rule of law and takes officials as teachers, so it naturally attaches importance to improving administrative efficiency.

Now that there is "paper" as a substitute for the heavy bamboo slips, it will surely be promoted nationwide in the future.

"That's good," Yang Xuan's face was blank, and he said lightly, "Poor Dao is also a little sleepy, please find a room for Poor Dao to sleep in." ”

"The Taoist comes with me."

When the pavilion chief heard this, he hurriedly led Yang Xuan and walked into the village with Yang Xuan.

After finding a clean house in the village, Yang Xuan sat on the bed, stretched his waist, and was about to fall asleep.

"Dao Chief!"

Not long after closing his eyes, the pavilion chief suddenly pushed open the door and rushed in.

"What's the matter?" Disturbed by his sleepiness, Yang Xuan got up from the bed and said impatiently.

"Dao Chief, I'm sorry to disturb you," the pavilion chief saw Yang Xuan's gloomy face, and hurriedly apologized to Yang Xuan, "Just now there was a group of people from outside the village who said they wanted to see you. ”

"See me?" A trace of confusion flashed in Yang Xuan's eyes, but after thinking about it, when the heavens sent merits before, the movement was not small, and it must have been noticed by many monks.

"Who?"

Yang Xuan said softly, he was not afraid that some monks would have ill intentions towards him. I'm also a fairy, and I have a lot of hole cards in my hand.

If you really want to fight, you don't know who will kill whom.

"Dao Chief, it's ......" Pavilion Chief gritted his teeth and finally spoke.

"The prince of the Qin State."