As soon as Yin Mo stepped into the gate of the West Heavenly Divine Que, a flower appeared in front of him on a huge square.

The crowds of people coming and going instantly drowned out the ink.

Yin Mo quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking around, I saw myself standing on the top of a square with an arc. On the arc that could not see the end at a glance, from time to time, a Qi Cultivation Consummation Cultivator with a flushed face with excitement appeared.

Thirty-six gates!

Yin Mo instantly understood the layout of the West Heavenly Divine Que, and was shocked by this surprising scene for a while.

The thirty-six gates cover the entire Western Regions, and these people can be gathered here so far away. The Jianan Xiuzhen Continent is indeed worthy of the hundreds of millions of years of Xiuzhen World.

"Portal!"

Yinmo has a sense of déjà vu that was born in a novice village.

Driven by the flow of people, a huge palace appeared in front of Yin Mo's eyes.

Bluestone and white jade are separated by layers, and from time to time groups of cranes dance, hazy clouds and mist looming, and the fairyland is full of flavor.

"Taoism and Nature"

On the huge plaque, the four words of the book are marked with silver hooks, as if there is a kind of magic that makes people involuntarily look at it.

Seek heaven and earth, seek benevolence, be at ease, and do not seek the world

Forget the love, forget the heavens, forget the heavens, and never forget the original intention

Yin Mo silently read the solid plaques on both sides, and immediately entered the "sage time", and had no desire for a while. Involuntarily took a step forward, Yin Mo woke up instantly, and then dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"What a terrible Dao Nature!"

Yin Mo looked at the crowd who seemed to be walking corpses and rushed to the steps of the Dao Temple, and his heart palpitated for a while.

The other people who reacted with Yin Mo all showed a deep fear in their eyes that looked at each other.

Although they are only low-level cultivators of the Great Perfection of Qi Cultivation, they can face the supreme pleasure brought by practicing the Spiritual Technique, and their minds are naturally not weak without being lost. And all this happening in front of me is really terrifying.

"Bang, bang, bang~~"

Those who have lost their minds will not be able to step through the high steps of the temple and be knocked down. Falling heavily to the ground, the lost minds woke up one after another. Then he looked confused, not knowing what had just happened to him.

"Please go out and turn right!"

At this time, a boy with a dust whisk in his hand and a fluttering fairy in a Taoist robe appeared in front of them.

Reach out and lift the whisk and point out. The smile was very amiable, and then those who lost their minds obediently left in the direction pointed by the dust.

Yin Mo vaguely figured out that the couplet should have some kind of temporary mind-stealing effect, but the terrible thing was this strange scene, and he didn't even notice it until he was hit.

Taking a curious step forward, Yin Mo only felt as if he had stepped into another world. It was instantly clear in my heart, the art of enchantment!

"Daoyou is well!"

Seeing that Yin Mo took the initiative to step into the enchantment, the boy instantly changed his solemn appearance and saluted Yin Mo.

"My Taoist Wutai Immortal Mountain, pay attention to pure heart and few desires, and cultivate the Tao and the law naturally. Comprehending this Taoist canon can make people cultivate for thousands of miles every day, gain immortality, and realize the supreme immortal law. Qing Lingzi, have you ever heard of it?"

The Taoist idealism is not a dish of ink printing at all.

Just a "prodigal son" like him can cultivate the [Taoist Codex] for a lifetime and achieve nothing, so he returned the salute.

Just wanted to turn back, but the boy still didn't give up, and continued to open his mouth to entangle.

Yin Mo, who had just been confused for a short time, narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Taoism is about pure heart and few desires, and the double cultivation canon is famous in the world of cultivation in the Canaan Continent. I heard that the posture of the double monastic canon is complete, and it will be updated from time to time with all kinds of tricks!"

"Wow~~"

The crowd that had not just been lost and was still frightened exploded into a pot in an instant.

"You~~"

The pink face of the recruited boy turned directly red into a monkey's butt, and the professional professionalism that had been trained for a while was choked by Yin Mo and was speechless.

"Farewell!"

Yin Mo took revenge, and with a fist, he directly withdrew from the enchantment of Taoist Wutai Immortal Mountain.

The other male monks flocked to Tongzi, and this situation stopped the female monks who were eager for the Taoist Wutai Immortal Mountain.

Yin Mo shook his head at this, and couldn't laugh or cry for a while, but when he saw the shape of the giant sword. The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, as if he was nostalgic, as if he was sad.

"Sword Sect West Stack Sword Pavilion"

As if in order to deliberately distinguish the Lishan Afang Sword Palace in Dongsheng Shenzhou, he gently read this somewhat tongue-twisting name, and Yin Mo felt nostalgic in his heart.

For this dispute between the east and the west of the orthodox sword gate of Shushan, Yin Mo has heard a little, but he never pays much attention to it.

"The true recipe of the Imperial Sword, the supreme sword cultivation of the Sword Pavilion of my Sword Sect West Stack. As long as you can practice to the fullest, you can fly without Jindan and enjoy the different style of the sky!"

I saw the handsome young man with a sword on his back, and his two fingers together and gently slashed into the sky. The sword he was carrying slipped straight out of its scabbard and then shuttled around him like a butterfly.

Seeing the yearning eyes of everyone, Jian Xiu looked complacent.

"Ten Thousand Swords!"

As he gently spit out these three words, all the magic swords in the Sword Pavilion that were densely packed and randomly placed near the giant sword modeling house trembled one after another.

"Zheng~~"

Although there are no ten thousand swords, the sound of thousands of swords pointing straight at everyone is still moving.

"Ka, Ka, Ka~~"

The sword at Yin Mo's waist was also affected, making a gentle humming sound.

Yin Mo's casual face, which was like watching a play, gradually cooled down.

"Hmph~~"

With Yin Mo snorting softly, the thousands of swords fell directly like rain. The two swords on Yin Mo's waist also fell silent in an instant.

"At first glance, this brother Tai is a member of my generation of sword cultivators, and he is willing to join my Sword Sect West Stack Sword Pavilion!"

Although the Ten Thousand Sword Trick was broken by Yin Mo, the handsome young man in the dark green costume still bowed his hand to Yin Mo very politely. Although he tried his best to hide the surprise in his heart, the fingers that Edgeworth had just trembled involuntarily betrayed him.

For the first time in his life, he met a rookie who practiced qi and could break his Ten Thousand Sword Technique. The true skill of Edgeworth, which he usually thinks he is proud of, is not even a senior brother Jin Dan who is one level higher than him.

Yin Mo didn't mention it when he saw him, and he didn't bother to answer for a while when he moved his sword just now, this guy who feels good about himself.

"Pretend to be B like the wind, always accompany me!"

For those who steal the show, Yin Mo doesn't have a good face.

Seeing that he didn't buy it, he turned around and prepared to leave.

The smile on Liu Xin's face disappeared directly, and he pointed to a sword on the ground, and then the sword rose into the air and galloped straight towards Yin Mo's back.

"Emptiness has its form, but you are also a person who can cultivate the true technique of the Sword Sect in the West Stack Sword Pavilion, and it is so rare. It's a little better than those guys in Lishan Afang!"

Yin Mo shook his head as if he had eyes on his back, and he didn't even have the desire to raise his sword. However, the sword seemed to be directly blocked by something, and it was difficult to take a step forward, just spinning wildly in place. In the end, it was directly broken and broken into pieces!

Looking at the powder that was sprinkled all over the ground, Liu Xin's face changed drastically.

"Your Excellency, who is it that wants to demolish the platform of my Sword Sect's West Stack Sword Pavilion, could it be the heresy of Lishan Afang!"