The speed of the war boat was very fast, and after just half a day, a magnificent group of mountain peaks appeared in front of it.

The white clouds are interspersed in the meantime, the mist is shrouded in the eight wildernesses, and there is a stone tablet standing, imprinted with three big characters: Zixiao Palace.

As a sect with a good status and prestige in the surrounding sphere of influence, Zixiao Palace has a very long history of inheritance.

There are a total of 20,000 disciples in the sect, and there are more than 20 elders in the heavenly and human realms, which can be described as strong.

When Chen Luoli, Lan Xuejing and the others arrived, the location of the huge main peak square in front of them had already gathered a large number of people from the Eight Desolations.

There may be a divine horse paused in the air, or a strange beast entrenched in the earth.

They gathered together and congratulated one after another, and at a cursory glance, there were hundreds of forces.

When Lan Xuejing saw this scene, he was secretly frightened.

Dayuanzhou is really outstanding, vast as smoke, and it is not at all comparable to the small place of the Great Yan God Dynasty.

Everyone here is dressed in a way that looks quite monastic.

Gu Changan whispered to Lan Xuejing and Chen Luoli: "This is a big scene today, and it is rare on weekdays, but you must be cautious in your words and deeds." ”

Both nodded.

Gu Changan immediately raised his sleeves and landed in front of the square.

A disciple of Zixiao Palace saw Gu Chang'an's Shushan costumes, and hurriedly came over to greet him: "There are guests coming from Shushan, which really makes Zixiao Palace shine." ”

"I don't know if you are ......"

Gu Changan took out a gift box from his cuff, which had been prepared before.

"Gu Chang'an, the great disciple of Xia Shu Mountain, passing by Zixiao Palace, tired of traveling and driving, I trouble you."

When his words fell, the Zixiao Palace disciple couldn't help but be shocked, his eyes showed a strong brilliance, and he was even more flattered.

"It turned out to be a little saint, I'm going to inform the palace master!"

Gu Chang'an's arrival was unexpected.

Zixiao Palace is still very far away from Shushan.

In the eyes of Zixiao Palace, Shushan is an existence that needs to be looked up to, and it is highly admired.

And Gu Chang'an, the new generation disciple of Shushan, is a famous genius.

He is known as the Great Yuanzhou, the youngest martial king powerhouse, and has left a lot of fame in the time when he went down the mountain to practice.

The outside world respectfully calls him a little saint, and he has such a high honor, which is inseparable from his own strength and achievements.

Among them, Gu Changan's own ability to subdue demons and slay demons has gone beyond the realm of the Martial King.

As the words of the Zixiao Palace disciple came out, the square was quiet for a moment.

A pair of eyes looked at it all, all with surprise and heat.

"He's the little saint?"

"Gu Chang'an's name, no one in our Dayuanzhou dares to pretend, right?"

"Sure enough, he is young, and it is rumored that he is no more than thirty years old!"

Everyone came in droves, and they all bowed respectfully.

The revelation of such a scene made Lan Xuejing a little dumbfounded.

She looked at the mediocre-looking Gu Changan strangely, as if she didn't expect that Gu Changan, who looked very low-key, would have such a prominent reputation.

Almost all the forces in this square know the name of the little sage Gu Chang'an.

After some politeness, Gu Changan was invited to the center of the crowd.

Not long after, at the highest hall of the square, a figure walked out, and it was the Lord of Zixiao Palace.

Only then did the commotion subside, and everyone looked up.

"You are fortunate to be in Zixiao today, this seat is very grateful, the banquet will start later, before that, this seat knows that most of the people present are here for a painting."

He laughed lightly, and his words spread through the square, how profound his true essence was, it was beyond the realm of heaven and man, and he was also a martial king.

It's just that compared to Zixiao Ancestor, he is worthy of the early stage.

"Please also ask the palace master to quickly bring up the ancient paintings, so that we can see the painting fairy who fascinates all living beings, what kind of style is there."

Someone immediately laughed in the audience, there is a thousand-year-old painting in Zixiao Palace, which is a well-known thing.

In previous years, there was no shortage of people from Dayuanzhou, who came to visit Zixiao Palace and take a look at the demeanor of the little lady in the painting.

Legend has it that the painting had some strange effect.

It can understand its mind and dispel evil spirits.

Although everyone knows that it is not a fairy living in the painting, but a demon.

Zixiao Ancestor was extremely obsessed with it, and once let go of his arrogance.

Whoever can reveal his true body and come out of the painting will be rewarded with a treasure.

Strangely, after so many years, the ancient paintings have not changed in the slightest.

"As you wish."

The Lord of Zixiao Palace beckoned back, and at the entrance of the main hall, he pushed out an easel.

The eyes of everyone in the audience suddenly looked over.

Today, I can have this opportunity, take advantage of the birthday banquet, and witness the legendary thousand-year-old paintings, and no one will let go.

Lan Xuejing hurriedly stood on tiptoe and looked over as well.

Just a glance, his eyes couldn't help but stare slightly.

The woman in the painting is facing sideways, draped in a snow-white robe, and has a petite figure.

Her eyes were closed, her face was delicate and fair, the bridge of her nose was straight, and she had a pair of hairy ears.

Its black hair falls shoulder-length and is lifelike.

That kind of posture made Lan Xuejing's heart overflow with a strong desire to protect.

"Ghost Fox Clan......"

She muttered to herself, and a gentle demon race had been recorded in the Demon Atlas in her mind.

This race does not like blood, does not like to kill, does not fight for territory, does not seize power, and does not harm mankind.

Due to their gentle nature, they are unable to survive in the outside world, and they became extinct a long, long time ago.

Lan Xuejing didn't expect that the demon on the thousand-year-old painting was actually the ghost demon fox clan that had completely disappeared.

"This little lady...... Sure enough, he gave birth to a good skin. Someone in the square burst into amazement.

"It's a pity, after so many years, no one has been able to wake her up."

"If you can come out of the painting, you will be able to overwhelm all beings!"

"I'm just curious, the ghost fox clan is rumored to be extinct, how did Zixiao Ancestor get this painting?"

Everyone paid attention, and in addition to amazement, a lot of doubts arose.

And at the position of the Blue Snow Jing Dantian, the black vortex moved slightly, and Chen Yu's mind rose, flooding with extremely complex emotions.

Lan Xuejing sensed something and looked moved.

"She's your maid?"

Chen Yu was silent, and then retorted: "No, she is my apprentice. ”

Following the words, wisps of fluctuations flowed through the dantian, revealing a trace of Chen Yu's breath.

The sleeping figure on the thousand-year-old painting immediately underwent some kind of change.

The slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if trying to open them strugglingly.

The thin lips opened slightly, and suddenly a fluttering word fell into Lan Xuejing's ears with a gentle glow.

"Childe, is that you?"

Lan Xuejing stiffened, his eyes widening in disbelief.

In a trance, the thousand-year-old painting seemed to come to life, the picture flowed, and a snow-capped mountain appeared!