In this month, Su Xing has not been idle except for healing and practicing. He exchanged the spirit stones in his hand for a lot of pills, and he also used the merits he had obtained from the Dragon Climbing Club last time to go to the Refining Hall to exchange for a flying magic weapon.

I saw a small boat covered in green jade, which flew out of the storage bag and quickly enlarged. The boat can accommodate three to five people.

This boat is called Qingyuan Boat, which looks ordinary, but it is actually the most precious magic weapon in the Refining Hall Foundation Flying Boat. Just to redeem this flying boat, Su Xing spent all the merit points.

Moreover, this flying boat is made of the Qingyuan Sky Tree, and the flying magic weapon created by this spirit tree has a characteristic. It is very compatible with wood attribute cultivators, and its speed will be affected by the spiritual power attribute of wood attribute cultivators, and it will normally have the blessing of one to two times the speed.

After Su Xing knew this, he didn't hesitate to buy it for long. Afterwards, he had tested it, and his Fuso spiritual power could easily accelerate the boat to more than three times that of a normal Su Xing.

Further up, it's not that Fuso's spiritual power can't do it, but it's limited by the material and formation of the flying boat itself.

With a pale cyan wake, Qing Yuanzhou crossed the sky, and soon landed at the Purple Jade Sect Flying Boat Ferry.

The Feizhou ferry port was still busy, and some people turned their eyes to it. Although Qing Yuanzhou is precious, it is only suitable for wood-attribute monks, and Su Xing only pushes his speed to more than double the speed, most people retract their gaze after taking a glance.

Su Xing came to the Feizhoudu lobby and handed out the token to the waiter. Soon after, someone came to guide him to board the sect's mission flying boat.

Zongmen standard flying boats are usually divided into four levels: A, B, C, D. This big boat is more than 100 zhang long and nearly 10 zhang high, which is the highest level of Class A flying boat.

Flying boats of this level are generally led by Jiedan monks. Therefore, although there were nearly a hundred people standing bustling on the deck, they all whispered to each other.

When Su Xing boarded the ship, he attracted the attention of some people. But no one recognized him.

He glanced at the monks, most of whom were very young, and their eyes could not hide their excitement and desire to make a difference. Most of the realms are foundation building monks, and more are in the Qi training period.

Su Xing didn't say anything, just followed the waiter into his cabin.

He didn't look around and talk like those excited young people on the deck, but seized all the time to practice and silently improve every bit of strength.

It wasn't until ten days later, when he heard an exclamation from the deck from afar during his routine room ventilation, that he stepped onto the deck of the Class A flying ship for the second time.

It has been about 40 days since I received the order. However, when he handed over the appointment to the waiter of the flying boat, he had already taken over the arrangement in this appointment. So although the flight took a long time, it was not a delay.

I saw that the big boat was shrouded in a pale golden transparent barrier, and many disciples on the deck gathered at the bow of the boat. Following their line of sight, there were dark peaks in the sky at some point.

This continuous mountain peak, rising from the ground and towering into the clouds. Stretching for an unknown number of miles, they occupy almost the entire southern sky, like the end of the earth.

Old Dragon Ridge!

The pitch-black peaks are like sharp swords, and like dogs' teeth. Just by looking at it from a distance, you can feel the danger and majesty that makes people despair.

Perhaps only such a steep mountain range can isolate the ambition of the demon clan in the Southern Wilderness. Like a barrier to the world, it has been waiting for the peace of Dayu for thousands of years.

There was silence for a moment, as if all the monks were shocked by this scene.

Su Xing watched silently, and he didn't rush back to the room.

As time passed, the dark mountains grew green. You can vaguely see that the upper body of the mountain peak in the clouds is covered with layers of white veil, which is the snow on the mountain that has not melted for thousands of years.

Boom Boom!

It was as if thunder was ringing in their ears, and everyone on the deck was immediately attracted to attention. I saw that on a mountain peak, a large amount of white snow was pouring downward, like a galloping horse, and the momentum was extremely huge.

"Look, it's an avalanche!"

"Look at those black spots, it's a demon beast!"

I saw that at the front of the falling snow waterfall, countless black dots were rushing and swimming forward. However, the snow-capped waterfall was like a big mouth that covered the sky and the sun, licking the green of the mountains, the black spots, and countless roars and despair, until they swallowed them all.

And this scene is just the tip of the countless disasters in this mountain range. It's just that the farther they go, the more the monks gradually see it.

In the rolling mountains, in addition to the avalanches that occur from time to time. You can see some of the green peaks, revealing a bare patch, as if they had been cut in half. A large black deep ditch was like a patient's meridians, raging on the old dragon ridge, and white smoke gushed out of it.

Trees snapped, mud and rocks surged, and the corpses of huge monsters were scattered. Everything smells of death, and this is the old dragon turning over!

In the face of this great power of heaven and earth, even the monks felt their own insignificance. Until someone exclaimed:

"There's a city there!"

"No, that's the Silent Realm!"

I saw a majestic and hard pitch-black city, towering between two mountain peaks. Although these two peaks are relatively gentle and low, they are actually extremely steep, and this fortress is like a third peak that has been inserted in between.

It stretches down the majestic terrain of the Laolongling Mountains, and connects with the thick frozen clouds like the sea. There are also seven acropolises, ten passes, dozens of city towers, beacon towers and so on.

It is no wonder that some monks thought of it as a city at first glance.

At this time, the entire Laolongling was in a mess, the mountain peaks collapsed, the snow was like a tide, the earth was cracked, and all the spirits were scattered.

And this pass is like the hardest nail in the apocalyptic scene. Whether it is the iron-black city wall, the vertical and horizontal orderly city pass, or the raging flames on the beacon tower that have not been extinguished for thousands of years, they all reveal a sense of solidity that is out of place.

This is the Silent Realm!

Su Xing's mind suddenly appeared a sentence recorded in the "Dayu Tong Political Classic":

Once quiet, then a quiet!

At this time, the Class-A ship finally began to slow down and began to decline.

Everyone retracted their shocked minds from the distance above the Old Dragon Ridge and the Jingjie Pass, only to notice that a vast and majestic town appeared below the big boat.

This big city is shrouded in a faint golden light, majestic as a mountain. Outside the huge golden light shroud, there were countless cracks of different thicknesses spreading into the distance.

Sitting on top of the cracks, there are many small towns and villages, and one of them can be faintly seen.

At this time, a waiter stepped onto the deck and rang the dragon-patterned bronze bell on the bow of the ship. The loud bells are like a continuous tide, flooding every corner of the boat.

Everyone knows that this big city is the end of this journey.

Reject South City!