In the middle of a desert, two people are advancing, the young man is dressed in a black robe, wearing a black hair crown, a black hairpin through it, originally like an ordinary play, but because he is handsome, it has become extraordinary, and behind him, there is a sarcophagus, the sarcophagus should be able to lie down two people, but he doesn't feel tired, from time to time a monk passing by can't help but look at him, after all, he carries a coffin in broad daylight, which really makes people feel strange.

Behind is an old man, his hair and temples have been as white as frost, and there are two or three wrinkles on his face, which is a scar left by time to the old man, a trace that cannot disappear, of course, this also shows that this old man has experienced the washing of time, maybe he is a strong man.

"Elder Qing, how far is it from Zhongyun Mountain?" the man paused, looked at the sand in all directions, and turned his head to ask.

"Childe, it's still far from Zhongyun Mountain, and it will take at least two days to walk, and the emperor said that this coffin can't be opened by itself, and spells can't be used, so let's leave quickly. Qing Lao looked at this sarcophagus and always felt a strange feeling.

This sarcophagus was handed over to Zong Zhengxuan by Emperor Akihito himself, and he also repeatedly told him that this coffin should not be opened, and no spells could be used, and Emperor Akihito also designated that he must come here, and the old man, in Zong Zhengxuan's opinion, was afraid that he would suffer his old man.

Step by step, Zong Zhengxuan carried the sarcophagus on his back, in the eyes of others, this is a madness, who is carrying a coffin on his back in broad daylight? If there is, it is just a madman!

"Where do you want to live?"

"Zhongyun Mountain. ”

A young monk in a white robe stood on a flying sword and looked at Zong Zhengxuan, but he couldn't see anything, the realm was completely empty, no different from a mortal, but the old man behind him was by no means ordinary.

"It just so happens that I'm also going to Zhongyun Mountain, so it's better to be together. The white-robed monk clenched his fist to Zong Zhengxuan and warmly invited Zong Zhengxuan.

"No, I'll just walk slowly with the old man. Zong Zhengxuan shook his head and refused the invitation of the white-robed monk.

"Okay, take care. The white-robed monk gave a fist salute to Zong Zhengxuan, and then a fist salute to Qing Lao, and then drove the flying sword and quickly disappeared from the sight of the two.

Zhongyun Mountain is famous for the sea of clouds, and Xuandu the sea of clouds has attracted the challenge of the geniuses of the Nine Realms, and Zong Zhengxuan is here for this.

In the Nine Realms, all the strong people have not come to the Xuandu Sea of Clouds, and this Xuandu Sea of Clouds has also become a training ground for geniuses in the Nine Realms.