Whisk your clothes!"

"Sister Fuyi!"

The two young men in the early stage of Jindan who were full of excitement ran all the way to the front of the Lingzhou, and when they saw one after another familiar faces coming out of the formation barrier, they raised their voices excitedly and greeted them one by one.

Seeing Yi Zheng and Gao Chengqing, who had not been seen for a long time, and seeing that their cultivation had improved so much, there was a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment in his heart. Although their progress is not their own credit, the two children are considered to be her and the same family, which inevitably makes them have a mentality of an old hen looking at the chicks.

Especially Lin Unyielding, who worked hard all day to make porridge and study spiritual food, thought that he forced a few children to eat with a mouthful of porridge and vegetables, and he couldn't help but want to wipe a handful of bitter tears.

Yi Zheng returned to his child's nature as soon as he saw his relatives, and all the maturity he had honed over the years disappeared, and he couldn't wait to hug everyone's thighs and be coquettish like he did when he was a child.

It is inevitable that there will be some mood fluctuations in the high school that has always been heavy and self-controlled, just like a child who has not seen his elders for a long time, and when he sees his relatives, he always wants to talk about what he has experienced outside, complaining about his hard work as if he is coquettish, and showing off his gains and progress.

Just as everyone was happily gathering in a pile of giggles, the divine sense that was leaning out of the clothes accidentally swept a dark cyan figure, hidden in a group of loose cultivators, looking in the direction of entering the mountain range without squinting.

"Little evil. The sound of the flicking of the clothes interrupted the laughter of the crowd, and everyone looked in the direction of her gaze, and saw the thin and tall Yi Xie standing in the crowd, although the monk's facial features were good, he could easily attract everyone's attention.

His expression was focused, his eyes were firm, and his temperament was gloomy, and the eyes of many female cultivators couldn't help but sweep towards him. As if he didn't realize it, he kept looking at the entrance of the mountain range, and his eyes didn't move for half a minute.

Fu Yi didn't hesitate at all, and tried his best to reach out his divine sense to call him, only to see that his body stiffened, his eyes and expressions did not change, but the hands behind him were slightly clenched.

"Come on, everybody's here. He waited a long time before he slowly turned to look at this side, and hesitated for a moment before he walked towards them.

Yi Xie walked very slowly, as if he needed to exhaust his strength for this distance, and there seemed to be two forces pulling in his heart, about to tear his whole person apart.

One force urged him to hurry over and join his relatives with them, while another force quickly distanced him from his real relatives, whose real relatives were not here, and the people on the boat were obstacles that prevented him from meeting his real relatives.

He instinctively resisted the second force, but this thing seemed to penetrate deep into his bones and blood, engraved in his mind, and melted into his meridian dantian, no matter what, it would linger.

The more Yi Xie walked forward, the more intense the pull of the two forces became, and he continued to recite the "Heaven and Earth Sutra" silently, and the picture of teaching them to read and recite the scriptures gradually appeared in his mind.

It was like taking a reassuring pill, and the power that drove him to continue moving forward became stronger, and those distracting thoughts about saving the ancestors and recovering the clan faded in his heart, and Yi Xie walked briskly step by step, passing through the crowd and crossing the open grassland, and finally came to the front of the spirit boat.

"Long time no see. ”

Yi Xie jumped on the boat and took a closer look at everyone's faces one by one, including Xinyun's face in the baby's memory was so kind, and the entanglement and hesitation of these years seemed to have come to naught at this moment. If he could make his own decisions, he really wanted to cultivate well with everyone.

"Little evil!" Yi Zheng was the happiest of all of them, they had grown up together since childhood, and more than twenty years ago there was a sudden estrangement, and this estrangement came inexplicably overwhelmed him. Over the years, he has been chattering with Yi Xie and interrogating, but he has never received a response and has never given up.

thought that Xiao Ye was going to take a different path from them and never look back in the future, but Yi Zheng secretly wiped his tears several times for this. Seeing him again at this time, my heart was filled with excitement and joy. "You're not leaving, are you?Can you enter the secret realm with us?

Yi Xie raised his eyes to look at Fuyi, thinking of the cold treatment he had treated her for hesitation over the years, he felt quite guilty in his heart, and gritted his teeth before he said in a muffled voice: "Okay." ”

"Just stay. Fuyi touched his head with a smile, the little adult who never wore a small beard is now a head higher than himself, and the great realm is the same as himself and the same door, they are no longer children, but monks who have their own ideas and can face everything alone.

Yi Xie has never said much, everyone asked a few questions and he answered a few words, and there was no barrier when chatting and chatting. A few who like to laugh and be lively get together to have fun, making the laughter and joy on the Lingzhou non-stop, and the clothes occasionally respond to the voices of the monks and elders who are familiar outside, and always pay attention to the changes in the Nine Star Mountain Range.

At night, the low-level monks on the grass entered a state of cultivation one after another, Jin Dan and Yuan Infant were half on alert, and the surroundings were crowded with people but almost silent. It wasn't until late at night that a soft blue light spread out in the air like mist, and the Yuanying monks quickly woke everyone up and prepared everyone to enter the mountain.

The cyan light mist is faint and almost invisible, and because of the formation, the breath cannot be dispersed at the entrance of the mountain range, if you look at it dazzlingly, it will only be the fog in the night, and no one can see that it is the treasure light of the secret realm.

Just as the low-level cultivators were talking, twenty-seven long Jiao soared out of the air, circling around the mist and whispering, and the golden-eyed white Jiao led by one said in a faint tone: "The entrance to the secret realm is about to open, and those who intend to enter it will enter the mountain quickly." ”

When everyone heard this, they got off the spirit boat one after another, and followed the guide of their respective teams to walk towards the mountain, and the guide had a safe route passed down by the clothes in his hand, which was obtained by the Jiao clan from the dragon soul, and it was the safest and fastest road.

The mighty team into the mountain is very spectacular, in addition to the human race, there are many demon beasts belonging to the Jiao clan are also going to the mountain, at this time, no matter what field is mortal, even if they meet in a narrow place, they only dare to stare at each other.

From the foundation building period to the Yuan infant stage, they can only walk on the ground, and the formation in the air is unknown, so no one wants to take this risk.

Fu Yi and Zhong Yun walked in front of them to open the way, and behind them was Xinyun, who had just recovered from her injuries, she turned into her original form and walked lazily, so frightened that the groups of small beasts in front and behind didn't dare to breathe.

The three teenagers walked in the middle, Changli and Danyu walked at the end, and the group mixed in the crowd moving forward, looking like a group of migrating ants from the sky.

After walking and stopping in the deep mountains for three days, he had already come to the range where the green mist spread, and there was a strong vitality in the mist, and the wood aura was something that a group of low-level monks had never seen.

The elder monks were talking one after another, the Dao was the wood spirit in this mist, which was even richer than it was decades ago when the Immortal Cultivation Domain was not decaying. The deeper they went into the mountains, the purer the aura became, burrowing into the meridian dantian that the monks had dried up for a long time, allowing them to absorb it hungrily, like a traveler who had been thirsty for a long time and had just touched the water.