The Flying Immortal Continent, spanning more than 2,000 light years, is the center of the entire Cave World.

This boundless continent, and the most prosperous in the center, Zhong Lingyu Xiu, a radius of 10 trillion kilometers, is the place where many important people in the Feixian Cave gather.

Whether it is the Dan Si Qi Si Library Pavilion, or the Shenglong Lake, or the entrance of the Daoyuan Cemetery, etc., they are all in this domain, which is convenient for the children of the Flying Fairy to come and go without hindrance.

A moment later, Yan Xing landed on a huge platform with the old man under the shroud of the Wandering Divine Light.

This platform is more than nine zhang high, the whole body is piled up by pitch black stones, like a circular altar, the surface is carved with complicated lines, the inscription is shining, and the fluorescence on it seems to be alive and moving.

"Yan Xing, the Daoyuan Cemetery is one of the most important secret places in my Flying Immortal Cave Heaven, and it can't be lost in the slightest, so it is placed in the absolutely safe mustard dimension."

The old man stroked his white beard, looked at Yan Xing's eyes full of kindness, like an elder who cared for his juniors, and continued in a tone:

"The position of this mustard dimension is not fixed, it is attached to the veins of the central array, and it is always in random motion, even the old man, or anyone in the cave sky, cannot lock it."

Yan Xing was stunned when he heard this, and once again realized the importance of this reward, and asked, "Senior, since this is the case, then how should we enter the Daoyuan Cemetery?" ”

"Don't call the seniors, the old man is empty, and he is the great elder of the Department of Internal Affairs."

Sikong smiled and waved his hand, saying modest words in his mouth, but as the great elder of the First Division, he was already a big man in the upper echelons.

"Thank you, Great Elder Sikong for waking up the juniors earlier!"

Yan Xing looked grateful, he would have missed the opportunity to enter the Daoyuan Cemetery without Sikong, and besides, he had to trouble the other party to go to the Library Pavilion, so he naturally had to be polite.

"It's okay, let's get down to business first."

"Entering the Daoyuan Cemetery, it's not us, it's you, that token is the key to lock and open the cemetery, and it will be invalid after using it once, and you can only bring one person in."

Yan Xing's heart moved, and he reached into his arms and took out the token, listening to Sikong say this, isn't this thing equivalent to a key? And it's a one-time thing.

"Yan Xing, you have to remember."

Sikong's expression became solemn, and his tone became much more serious.

"The Daoyuan Cemetery is a secret place set up by the Flying Immortal Cave Heaven since ancient times, and for hundreds of billions of years, many Flying Immortal people have obtained all the Dao sources that have been obtained by going forward and succeeding are stored in it."

"The Dao source inside, at the very least, is a rare level, poured into the efforts of countless sages, you enter it to receive its favor, you should have gratitude, awe, don't mess around in it."

"If you collide with the heroic spirits of the sages, even if you are an old man, you can't protect it, remember, remember!"

Sikong spoke earnestly and emphasized it again and again, so that Yan Xing involuntarily remembered it in his heart.

"Great Elder, rest assured, disciple understands!"

Yan Xing nodded, and his heart gradually became hot, the most important thing was the rare Dao source, this cemetery, no wonder it was so important.

He didn't forget that the Ninth Young Master of the Holy Palace sacrificed thousands of city slaves alive for a rare level of fire, and he didn't know if the sissy succeeded in the end.

If you let the mortal body realm disciples go to hunt the Dao source in the mist by themselves, it will definitely be a life of nine deaths, and it will be difficult to obtain a high-quality Dao source, even if you are lucky, it must not be obtained by killing non-living forms, and you don't have that strength at all.

Dao sources exist in the world, and there are two forms, one is a dead thing, just like the flame flower picked by the Ninth Young Master of the Holy Palace, this kind of Dao source will not take the initiative to attack living beings, and it only relies on the power of the law carried in the essence.

The second form, that is, all kinds of powerful and strange non-living forms, these monsters have a certain chance of dropping the source after death.

The predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoyed the shade, and Yan Xing can be sure that things like the "Daoyuan Cemetery" are common in every big force.

The strong hunt the source of the Dao and use it to train the younger generations, and so on, can a force continue to develop for a long time.

Sikong said a lot, and after making sure that Yan Xing understood everything, he nodded with satisfaction, and then pinched the magic trick in his hand, shooting out a rune beam and submerging into the altar under his feet.

"Yan Xing, go in, I wish you all the best and harvest a Dao source that suits you!"

"Great Elder Xie Ji Yan!"

Click! Boom Boom –

The gray token in Yan Xing's hand hummed and trembled, and suddenly escaped a brilliant stream of light, pouring down, intertwining and echoing with the inscription on the altar.

The altar seemed to gain a power source, as well as an ever-changing coordinates, and with a click and spin, bursting into a cloud of colorful light that enveloped the Torturers.

When the light dissipated, Yan Xing's figure had disappeared.

"I don't know what grade of Dao source this little guy can harvest, will it be peerless?"

As for Wushuang, Sikong didn't dare to think about it, according to records, there were only three Wushuang Dao Sources in the entire cemetery, hundreds of billions of years had passed, and no Flying Immortal disciple could get their approval.

"I remember, this year's Torch Recording was presided over by that stinky boy in Tyumen, right?"

Sikong groaned slightly, then flicked his fingers and smashed a rune into the void, waiting for a long time, and when his brows were slightly furrowed, there was finally movement around him.

Streaming down!

Not far from the altar, a vigorous ancient tree suddenly swayed, and the thick trunk, like the dragon's scale-like bark, began to twist and change, turning into a human face.

"Master, what do you call your disciples?"

"Xian Qiuming, your wings are stiff, aren't they? I actually made the teacher wait so long! ”

Sikong had a cold face and harsh words, but his eyes were still gentle.

"Oops! You have wronged your disciple, the disciple has something to go out, and he has just returned to the cave, and as soon as he received the call of your master, he came non-stop, and there was absolutely no trace of slackness. ”

Xian Qiuming stretched out two wooden arms from the trunk of the tree and begged for mercy again and again, for fear that his master would be angry.

"Okay, okay, don't give me a hippie smile, it's not a big deal to call you here, you know Yan Xing, right? Tell me where he came from. ”

"Ugh! This ......"

Xian Qiuming's expression was stunned, he didn't know what had happened during the time he was away, why even Shizun had paid attention to Yan Xing.

"What? I'm embarrassed for you!? ”

Sikong frowned, realizing that the matter was not simple, and after speaking, he pretended to be silent, waiting for Xian Qiuming's explanation.

"Ahem! Don't dare, this thing is indeed a little special, but if it is the master who respects you, the disciple still does not dare to hide it! ”

"It's Lord Ethereal!"

"Yan Xing, it was the genius that his old man found and made an exception to recruit into the cave."

"What!?"

Sikong's pupils shrank, it turned out that it was about this adult, no wonder Xian Qiuming was so cautious, if it weren't for the fact that he also belonged to the faction of the Ethereal Spirit, he was really not qualified to ask.

"Master, the disciple went out this time to investigate the origin of Yan Xing."

"If I'm not mistaken, Yan Xing, this little guy, has entered the Daoyuan Cemetery? Hehe, this kind of peerless demon, you should be extra cautious, so as not to reproduce the tragedy of the troubled ancient times. ”

Xian Qiuming's expression was solemn, he had been traveling for more than ten days, working hard, and it seemed that he had done the right thing at present.

"Huh? Did you find anything? ”

Hearing this, Xian Qiuming nodded, and shook his head again, causing Sikong to frown.

"Master don't be in a hurry, and listen to the disciple carefully."

"During this time, the disciple began to investigate from the place where Yan Xing first appeared, that is, the outer gate assessment area this time."

"Along the way, I read the memories of hundreds of thousands of brute beasts, snakes, insects, rats and ants, as well as the breath left on many plants and trees."

"Alas, Master, you also know how hard it is to read the memories of these ignorant beasts, but fortunately, the hard work pays off, guess what?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Okay, well, after several days of searching, tens of thousands of miles away from the assessment area, I locked the boundary where Yan Xing had stayed, and it was actually the Black Hill Mountain Range!"

"What? How could it be where!? ”

Sikong's expression changed greatly, and he stepped out, appearing in front of Xian Qiuming in an instant, staring at his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Disciple is sure!"

Xian Qiuming's expression was serious, he didn't dare to play anymore, and continued: "Moreover, it is also very consistent in time, but unfortunately, the creatures in that area have been erased by a force, and there is a blank about what happened on the Black Hill Mountain Range. ”

"But I've investigated the surrounding area, and I haven't found any shadow of Yan Xing, so it's certain......"

"Yan Xing, he suddenly appeared in the Black Hill Mountains, and then walked all the way to the assessment area from there."

After that, Xian Qiuming kept his mouth shut, he knew that this information was enough, and the next thing would be judged by Sikong.

"Not long ago, the terrifying aura that crossed the sky, after the inference of many ancestors, was caused by the supreme gods and demons, and the center of the fluctuation and spread was the Black Hill Mountain Range."

Sikong's expression changed, and after a long time, he returned to calm.

"You say, what is the relationship between this punishment and the supreme gods and demons?"

"Hehe, maybe this Yan Xing is the son of gods and demons? With the demonic qualifications he is showing now, it's not impossible to do so! ”

Xian Qiuming returned to his lazy appearance, and his tone was three points serious and seven points ridiculous.

"Gods and Demons ......"

Sikong was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said, "That's it, this kind of thing should be left to Lord Ethereal Lingzi to have a headache, we should not know anything." ”

"As for Yan Punishment, just do what you want, just treat it as if nothing happens, a supreme god and demon, if you want to be unfavorable to the Flying Immortal Cave Heaven, you don't need ghost tricks!"

"Master Mingjian, the disciple thinks the same way!"

"Hehe, Master, you said that if we use the power of the Cave Heaven to curry favor with Yan Xing, can we exchange it for the friendship of a supreme god and demon?"

Xian Qiuming's face was full of smiles, and in this discourse, seriousness accounted for seventy percent.

"Get out!"

Sikong's eyes widened, his eyebrows danced wildly without wind, and he was very majestic.

"Oh, don't be angry, Dele, I'll get out of ......"

Before the words fell, the ancient tree trembled, and Xian Qiuming's face suddenly disappeared.

'Humph! Bastard boy, do you really think that there are no gods and demons guarding the Flying Immortal Cave Sky? If you let your sleeping ancestors hear, don't open the coffin and shoot you to death! ’

Sikong's expression showed a little awe, and he laughed and scolded Xian Qiuming's nonsense in his heart.