Gibbon monkeys?

Huang Jihao frowned, he had heard of this name, but he was not impressed.

Could it be that there are gibbons hidden in the hidden door?

Li Xuanao said: "When you come to the hidden gate, don't make trouble, usually practice well, you should be able to feel the immortal aura here, it is richer than anywhere in the immortal world, this is definitely the best place to practice." ”

Huang Jihao felt it carefully, and his face changed greatly.

What a rich immortal qi and innate qi!

This is even more domineering than the Holy Land of the Heavenly Clan and the Saint Dojo!

If you want to cultivate here......

Huang Jihao's heart beat faster, and he was glad in his heart, fortunately he came here.

He asked curiously, "Master, ......who is the Lord of the Hidden Door?"

Li Xuanao glared at him and said in a deep voice: "You shouldn't ask, don't ask!" ”

Han Jue always protects his birthday and month against yin and yang, and most of the registered disciples have never seen his true face, Li Xuanao guessed that Han Jue wanted to hide his identity, so naturally he couldn't tell Huang Jihao.

After Huang Jihao was warned, he became even more curious.

Who outlawed Han Jue?

……

Huang Jihao's addition did not set off a storm in the Hidden Gate at all, not to mention the new disciples, even the old disciples had forgotten him.

Who can remember the small grievances more than 30,000 years ago.

The reason why Han Jue remembers Huang Jihao is also because Huang Jihao is very active in the email.

The years passed.

After Han Jue preached with all his heart, time passed quickly.

In a blink of an eye.

Another 800 years have passed.

Han Jue walked out of the Taoist temple and wandered around the Baiyue Xianchuan.

His understanding of the Extreme Source Dao was already very deep, and his cultivation could no longer grow, but he was always one step short of preaching.

What step is it, exactly?

Han Jue couldn't figure it out.

He felt that it was necessary for him to stop cultivating and empty himself.

The divine light of the Yin and Yang Guardian Moon shone on Han Jue, and the disciples who met Han Jue along the way knelt down and saluted, but Han Jue did not talk to them, and walked forward on his own.

Looking at his back, the named disciples all showed reverence and yearning.

Because of Han Jue, they had such a place where they could cultivate with peace of mind, and even the saints could not threaten them.

After walking around the Baiyue Xianchuan, Han Jue seemed to have an understanding.

It's an indescribable feeling.

What is a saint?

It's just that the mana is strong?

Not really.

In addition to cultivating to the limit, one also needs a state of mind.

Han Jue has experienced too little in this life, so little that it is not even as good as ordinary mortals.

"Maybe I should go out for a walk."

Han Jue thought silently, and his eyes gradually became firm.

"Is it dangerous for me to walk out of the dojo and travel in the fairy world now?"

Han Jue asked cautiously.

[Need to deduct 3 billion years of life, whether to continue]

Go on!

[None]

Han Jue breathed a sigh of relief, and he followed back to the Taoist temple and began to create the Heavenly Puppet.

He had to leave a doppelganger in the Taoist temple so that he could go out boldly with confidence.

A few days later, Han Jue left quietly without alarming anyone.

He suppressed his cultivation to nothingness, hid his body with mana, and manifested into an ordinary man in white, whose face was still his peerless true face.

It had been more than 30,000 years, and it was the first time for Han Jue to travel to the immortal realm, even though he knew that there was no danger, he was a little nervous.

But as time went on, he quickly calmed down.

He did not fly, but walked through the world, walked through the mountains and mountains with his own feet, he had seen the boundless, magnificent blue lake, heard the wind howling like a dragon's roar, and bathed in the rain encountered by the fairy qi.

As he saw more and more, his understanding of the Extreme Source Dao became deeper and deeper.

Jiyuan Avenue is full of forests, and all existence can be avenues.

Probably eighty years have passed.

Night falls.

Han Jue stopped at the lake and began to meditate and cultivate, looking back on his feelings over the years.

He was not involved in cause and effect with other beings, and he walked alone all the time.

The moonlight was like water, the surface of the lake was sparkling, the surrounding woods swayed slightly with the wind, the wind was like music, and Han Jue's black hair was blown fluttering.

Sassy –

There was a noise in the bushes behind him, and a crimson fox emerged, looking as big as a pet cat of the Terrans.

It blinked at Han Jue with wide eyes.

After hesitating for a while, it cautiously came to Han Jue's side, and actually knelt down like a human, with its forehead against the grass.

Han Jue closed his eyes, as if he hadn't noticed its arrival.

It called, but Han Jue still ignored it.

The crimson fox was a little anxious, but it still chose to keep kneeling.

The moon sets and the sun rises, alternating between day and night.

Ten days later.

Han Jue opened his eyes, glanced at the crimson fox next to him, and said, "Why do you worship me." ”

The crimson fox said, "I want to practice with you." ”

"I'm just a mortal, and I don't have much to do."

"I was born with a different pupil and can spy on the soul, and your soul prevents me from snooping."

Han Jue shook his head and slowly got up.

He is not interested in the Crimson Fox, he can't even meet the system's standards for advanced weather carriers, and his qualifications are average.

Han Jue left, and the crimson fox followed.

One person, one fox, continue to wander the world.

Han didn't expel the Crimson Fox, and wanted to see how determined the little guy was.

In the years that followed, they experienced various natural disasters, passed by various magnificent wonders, and occasionally encountered the incarnate creatures fighting.

Han never took the initiative to provoke other creatures, so he didn't encounter anything like robbery.

He doesn't look like a man with a treasure either.

Two hundred years later.

Han Jue came to a Terran city, and from a distance, the wind and sand were all over the sky, almost drowning this giant city.

He turned his head to glance at the crimson fox behind him and said, "That's it." ”

As soon as the words fell, he continued on his way, disappearing into the wind and sand.

The crimson fox was silent, it did not follow, because if it went, it would die, but it did not leave, but prostrate on the sand dunes, looking at the giant city in the distance.

Han Jue came to the city gate, there were soldiers guarding it, and he needed to pay the spirit stone to enter the city.

After entering the city, Han Jue's appearance attracted the attention of many people.

Han Jue didn't deliberately hide his appearance, because there was no need, and he wasn't afraid of trouble.

He blew on it, and the whole city would turn to ashes.

The inside of the city is not as desolate as it looks from the outside of the city, and even seems to be full of spring and vitality, and trees can be seen on both sides of the street from time to time, which is quite a good scenery of the south of the Yangtze River in China.

Han Jue came to an inn and sat down in a random corner on the second floor.

After ordering food and drinks from Xiao Er, he turned his head to look at the street outside the window, looking at the people coming and going, he was full of feelings.

Once upon a time, he was also a person in this vast expanse.

"You seem confused."

A laugh came, and I saw an old Taoist priest coming.

Han Jue glanced at him.

Well?

Taiyi Golden Immortal!

The old Taoist priest sat in front of Han Jue, with a smile on his face, and said: "When you meet in Pingshui, if you have any confusion, you can talk to me, sometimes it is easier for others to answer for you." ”