In the secret tunnel soil of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, the Taoist palace is lined up, the mountain is majestic, the dragon and tiger are entrenched, coiled and intertwined with each other, if there is no purple gas in the steaming, it is really a rare fairy pure land in the world.

The mountain peaks are majestic, the purple gas is entangled, there are waterfalls and flowing springs, the cranes are flying, the Taoist children collect medicine, the old road is swallowed, the view of the universe is rectified, the flying is beautiful, the mountains and rivers are reflected, the pavilion of Chongtai is surrounded by mountains and forests.

In the most ancient Zhengyi Heavy Land, auspicious light gathers in several ancient Taoist temples and Taoist palaces on Longhu Mountain, purple gas, steaming up.

"Boom ......"

When Yan Kuan descended on Longhu Mountain, thousands of purple qi flew vertically and horizontally, and the leylines of this place seemed to be resurrected.

"Zhang Daoxuan of Longhu Mountain, I have seen Taoist friends."

In the deepest part of Longhu Mountain, an old Taoist priest appeared, he was wearing an old Taoist robe, with a childish face, and his age could be more than 1,000 years old, and he could have a master-level cultivation in this era, which also proved from the side that the ancestral court of Taoism was profound.

"Zhang Daoyou, it's polite."

Yan Kuan bowed, and entered the deepest Dao Palace under the greeting of Longhu Mountain, an old Taoist and contemporary Heavenly Master.

"Zhang Daoyou, what I want to do, Elder Crane should have communicated with you!"

In the ancient Dao Palace, Yan Kuan, Lao He, the contemporary Heavenly Master and Zhang Daoxuan were seated. After a moment of greetings, Yan Kuan simply cut to the chase.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, your talent is peerless, and you have cultivated to such a realm at this difficult time for the Fa Dao, you can be called the first person in a thousand years, and I admire the old Tao very much."

Zhang Daoxuan first said a polite word, and then changed the conversation unhurriedly, "However, fellow Daoists should know that things of faith can be big or small. It's just that I believe in the eastern soil, and it doesn't hurt to discuss one or two of the many Taoist systems, but if it involves the western soil, it will be difficult to accomplish it.

The use of this law of faith in the land of the western land is much earlier than that of my eastern land, and there are still great supernatural powers at the end of the law, although there has not been a strong person like Yan Daoyou for thousands of years, but the king of the earlier one still exists, and there is even more than one. ”

"I also know what Zhang Daoyou said, a few years ago, I went to the West to find some of the lost ancestral artifacts of the Eastern Soil, and now I want to unify my faith, so I am naturally very sure."

Yan Kuan turned his hand and took out the heirloom jade seal and the green jade Baolian palace lamp while speaking, and the heirloom jade seal carved by the clan has a very unusual significance in Dongtu, and Zhang Daoxuan saw the green jade palace lamp floating and sinking beside Yan Kuan, and he understood his confidence in his heart.

"This seems to be the son of the Ancient Holy Emperor, the Qingyang Holy Lamp of the Qingyang Great Sage, I didn't expect Brother Yan to be the descendant of Xuanyuan."

Zhang Daoxuan looked at the Qingyang Holy Lamp that exuded a faint holy power, and his heart was extremely shocked, the Qingyang Holy Lamp, the Qingyang Great Sage, is the eldest son of the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan recorded in ancient books, who lost his whereabouts in the last years of antiquity, and was suspected of going away from the starry sky, but he didn't expect to be inherited by Yan Kuan.

"Zhang Daoyou, so insightful!"

Yan Kuan beckoned, and the Qingyang Holy Lamp and the Jade Seal of the Kingdom were put away by him again, and then he looked in a certain direction meaningfully, and said with a smile: "Now in this era of the end of the law, there is still a senior who has cut the Dao in Longhu Mountain, which is worthy of being the ancestral court of Taoism. ”

Yan Daoyou laughed, the ancestor was damaged back then, and it couldn't compare to the rising sun of Yan Daoyou. Daoyou is not only the heir of Xuanyuan, but also the inheritance of the Holy Emperor, and I, Longhu Mountain, naturally support what you do. ”

Zhang Daoxuan's face changed slightly, he didn't expect Yan Kuan to feel the situation of Longhu Mountain so thoroughly, even their last ancestor knew where it was, fortunately they were not hostile to each other.

"This Qingying Shou Dan, when it can help the ancestor of your sect break through, it should be regarded as a gift from me to Longhu Mountain, Zhang Daoyou, please accept it!"

An extra jade bottle appeared in Yan Kuan's palm and handed it to Zhang Daoxuan's hand, and after a few people were polite again, he left Longhu Mountain with Lao He.

"That ancestor of Longhu Mountain, his strength is not weak, but he has a few less opportunities, and the Dao injury that is damaged is not easy to treat."

Yan Kuan left Longhu Mountain with Lao He, and before leaving, he came to the edge of the ancient magic circle, looking at a certain leyline node in Longhu Mountain, where there was a faint and faint aura.

The last ancestor of Longhu Mountain, before getting Qin and Han, successfully cut the Dao but left a Dao injury. In the original book, he was born after the Nine Dragons pulled the coffin, and fought a big battle with the king of the Yu clan in the western soil, and saved half of the altars of Mount Tai.

Yan Kuan still has respect for this ancestor of Longhu Mountain, and if he wants to win over Longhu Mountain to support him, he keeps a Qingming Shou Dan. But whether he can survive the death tribulation and survive until the end of the law and revive the aura can only depend on his own creation.

……

Zhongnan Mountain, the terrain is steep, the road is rugged, there are five big valleys, more than 100 small valleys, majestic and majestic, stretching for hundreds of miles. The morning glow is bright, the mist in the mountains and forests flows, and the red is illuminated by the morning light, and then the five colors are varied, and a piece is auspicious.

There have been many hermits in Zhongnan since ancient times, and even in modern times, there are countless people who have come to Zhongnan Mountain to live in seclusion. These people lived thousands of years ago, living in seclusion, and in order to find a kind of peace of mind in the world, they would rather live in seclusion in the mountains, and they are all mortals.

This Taoist ancestral mountain, the clouds are steaming, there is an inexplicable divine glow, walking here is physically and mentally quiet, there is a strange power flowing.

"Did you hear that?"

Yan Kuan and Lao He walked from the north and south of the mountain, and when they reached the north foot of the mountain, he suddenly stopped, and carefully felt the Taoist chanting that seemed to be nothing, and when he heard his question, the old crane listened carefully for a while, but shook his head in nothing.

"Calm your mind, concentrate on ......"

Yan Kuan admonished Lao He, and then a purple light flew out of his body, floating above his head, and the Dao Divine Scar fell down. Yan Kuan was covered in the flames, standing here quietly, listening to the ancient Taoist voice, someone was preaching.

"It's ...... The legendary Divine Scar Purple Gold. ”

Lao He looked at the divine tower above Yan Kuan's head, and was stimulated again, and he had already decided in his heart that this was the son of luck that came out of the ancestral star once in a thousand years.

Lao He finally gave up after many attempts and couldn't hear the sound of the Dao, and turned to the Dharma protector of Yankuan.

In terms of width, with the traces of heaven and earth dating back to ancient times, in his eyes, the entire Zhongnan Mountain was magnificent, and the reckless aura rushed in, up to tens of thousands of zhang, full of a sense of oppression.

"It's a good way, it's a very good way. The name is famous, and the name is very ......."

He heard the voice of the ancient preaching, thousands of years ago, an old man sitting cross-legged on a stone platform, preaching.

Yan Kuan entered the Tao in an instant, staring at the vague and hazy figure, which was an ancient Taoist body, writing books and scriptures. Legend has it that when Lao Tzu traveled west, he preached in Zhongnan Mountain, and left two copies of the Tao Te Ching on the Louguantai.

The ancestral land of Taoism, according to the mountains and waters, the lush forest cultivates bamboo, the green shade covers the sky, the Louguantai is also known as the scripture platform, the vague Taoist body has no joy and no worries, nothing is born, just chant the scriptures there, everything said seems to have nothing to do with oneself.

Yan Kuan listened carefully, Di Yan traced the past, and the divine traces captured the scriptures, and gradually had a different understanding of the gods. Countless 'words wide' appeared around the body, and in the end, only a condensed spirit body remained, and it became more and more miraculous.