Dark clouds swirled across the sky, and the dim canopy seemed to press down on the ground.

Nanban, in front of the Yuanqing Wei Dojo, a path appeared at some point, and thousands of steps spread from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Yuan Qingwei, who was sitting in front of the Tongtian Sword, stretched out his hand, and the Tongtian Sword was handed, and handed it to the Dao Tong in front of him: "Ah Yuan, someone is coming from the mountain, you give this sword to the other party, and then tell him, Mo Ze goes, there is something he needs there." ”

The Dao boy named Ah Yuan stretched out his hands, bowed down to take the Tongtian Sword, turned around and went down the mountain.

Yuan Qingwei looked at Ah Yuan, who was leaving with the breeze, and couldn't help but sigh that as a leyline elf, he was indeed very dominant in terms of cultivation. Then his eyes were at the end of the transparent path, looking at a thin young man standing there.

His body was filled with a strong aura of blood, and a faint cyan light appeared in his eyes, and anyone who looked at him would have the feeling of being targeted by the revenant.

This person is Lu Ping, who was sent away by Yuan Qingwei on Qingcheng Mountain, and now he is the deputy master of the Nine Pyloric Gate.

This colleague, who comprehended the Dao, Buddha, and Demon Schools, had also begun to make the last preparations before the knot, and began to refine the Gang Qi.

'Nine Pylorics, or Ren Qianxing, can be regarded as a heart-to-heart for Lu Ping! Looking at Lu Ping below, Yuan Qing sighed slightly, with his eyes, he could naturally see that when the other party was condensing, the evil qi collected was not only of high quality and very strong, but also very consistent with Lu Ping's practice, and it was not easy to find it.

Thinking about it, he no longer pays attention to the other party, the rescue on Qingcheng Mountain back then, in fact, has already repaid most of the cause and effect left back then, and now the Tongtian Sword is sent into his hands, even if there are still remnants, but it has no effect.

He turned his head to look at the location of the Southern Barbarian Demon Ze, where there was an existence called the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury.

Of course, it is not right to call it the treasure house of the Emperor of Heaven, in Yuan Qingwei's opinion, where the correct name should be the ruins of the king of people, or the ruins of the witch cult.

This is also the secret that Yuan Qingwei discovered in the recent period, as the time of the birth of the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury gradually approached.

It was a huge altar, in which an ancient existence was enshrined, either a place where the king of worship was made in ancient times, or the general altar of the witch cult, and it was also an important core to protect the vitality of the Southern Barbarian generation.

After Ah Yuan came back, he confessed two sentences, stepped out, and came to the depths of Nanban.

This place is no longer accessible to ordinary people, and there are towering trees everywhere, with straight and towering trunks and dense branches, like a huge sealed container, allowing the mist as thin as white veil to circulate between the trunks.

This fairyland-like scene is actually a poisonous mist that devours countless living beings.

Yuan Qingwei stretched out his hand and pinched a wisp of mist, and found that these poisonous mist contained some ancient aura, which was the same as his dojo, and did not match the current cultivation system, so it was no wonder that the Five Immortals Sect did not take root here.

With a flick of the long sleeves, the golden wisp of the clothes appeared, and a layer of pale golden light shrouded the body, resisting the poisonous mist gathered around him.

Yuan Qingwei took out the Sancai Guanyun Mirror and looked around, looking for the nodes that came out of the breath.

When arranging the enchantment, Yuan Qingwei already had a good understanding of this kind of desolate atmosphere that is different from the current environment and closer to the ancient period.

This kind of witchcraft system may be very unfamiliar to current cultivators, but it is not a difficult problem for Yuan Qingwei, who has several witchcraft systems as references.

After probing the nodes, it is natural to find the entrance easily.

It was an incomparably huge ancient tree, with a trunk wrapped in rough bark, and it shot straight into the sky like a pillar of heaven, submerging into the void.

The ancient tree seems to be real, but in essence, it is between the virtual and the real, and the trunk itself is actually a virtual shadow composed of countless seal inscriptions.

When he came to the edge of the ancient tree, Yuan Qingwei saw that the root of a tree in front of him was also several meters in diameter, which could imagine the huge size of the giant tree.

In addition, it is very interesting to note that although the ancient tree itself seems to be illusory, the vine-like plants that wrap around the trunk and roots of the tree are real.

The roots of these plants crisscross the periphery of the bark of the ancient trees, and penetrate deep into the seals, giving birth to huge leaves, but at the tips of the branches and leaves are blooming colorful flowers, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, exuding a faint fragrance.

He stepped forward to pluck a red flower bone, just to feel the fiery aura in it, and a very thin fire attribute dao condensed on it.

'No wonder it's called the Heavenly Emperor's Treasure House, it's simply a simplified version or an alienated version of the building tree! ’

Yuan Qingwei looked at the giant tree in front of him, and there was obvious excitement in his eyes, this is Jianmu!

Coming and going to so many worlds, Yuan Qingwei only saw a detailed record of Jianmu in the information left by the people of the Immortal God World. When he left a message, Jianmu can actually be called the Tree of Heaven, the World Treasure Tree, and even the Tree of the Great Dao.

Its function is to carry the many principles of heaven and earth, which can be used as a pillar of heaven and earth to support one side, and can also be used as a channel connecting the two worlds, which can be called the foundation of the world and even the authority of the emperor.

Although I don't know where it came from, it should be the last remnant of the old Taoist rules in this world, or the product of mutual compromise between the emerging Taoist rules and the old legal principles.

Looking at Jianmu, Yuan Qingwei didn't want to summon the Nine Heavens Golden Silk Phantom, let it levitate above his head, the Dao Dao light flowed, the fairy sound and Dao music resounded, and countless illusory Dao rules and laws flowed out, colliding with the Jianmu Phantom, making the original illusory trunk completely become an ornament, unable to stop Yuan Qingwei's entry.

Walking into the interior of Jianmu, Yuan Qingwei clearly saw the existence of the altar in the past.

Above the altar, there is a small pool, the pool contains a large amount of transparent liquid, and above the liquid there is also a small transparent stone, the shape of the stone is almost like a seed, but the whole body is jade, crystal clear, emitting a soft light, constantly radiating to the surroundings, reflecting the surrounding splendor.

Yuan Qing flicked his fingers slightly, and a streamer fell on the brilliance emitted by the stone, which suddenly stirred up the fluctuation of brilliance, and a series of seal inscriptions appeared on the surface of the stone.

For a while, immeasurable brilliance appeared inside the entire Jianmu, and at the same time, jade characters from the Heavenly Book appeared in mid-air.

This is the product of the collision between the ancient road and the foreign road, which can be called the general outline of the great road of this world, Yuan Qingwei greedily silently wrote down the above content, and turned his head to look at the stone in the center of the altar.

If his guess was correct, this seed should be the seed of Jianmu.

Part of the power of the Bliss Spirit House projected out along the phantom shadow of the Nine Heavens Golden Ribbon, covering the altar little by little, infecting its own breath on the stone, forcing the seal inscription that appeared on its surface to change color.

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