After leaving Kuping Sect, Luo Yuan and the old man Wanzhu took a flying boat and traveled all over the world, wandering on the sea of clouds, which was quite fast and leisurely.

On the flying boat, Luo Yuan took out two jars of wine, patted open the sealing mud, and threw one of the jars to the old man Wanzhu. Then, he grabbed the wine jar in front of him and picked up the booze, as if he had a sense of singing about wine and the geometry of life. It is even more dusty, which makes people yearn for it.

This time, it was more than ten days, and the two were still floating in the sea of clouds. Luo Yuan rarely did not cultivate, looking at his cultivation for decades, except for a handful of days in the mortal world. Almost all the time, they are killing and grinding, retreating and cultivating, either in cultivation or on the way to cultivation.

Once, the burden on his shoulders weighed him out, his nerves were tense all the time, too tired and tired. Now, his cultivation has reached a height that is enough for revenge, which makes his tense nerves rarely relaxed. Basking in the sun, drinking wine, and the sound of the old man Wanzhu's boasting words in his ears, this made Luo Yuan feel very comfortable, and even a little tired.

After the foundation was laid, the monk no longer needed to sleep, and could be replaced by tuna meditation. He hadn't closed his eyes for decades, always awakened, and on guard against the crisis, so he slowly fell asleep.

"When the old man was angry, he swallowed mountains and rivers, and everywhere he passed, all the cultivators retreated, and all the spirits admired him, and he didn't dare to disobey. Since I met you kid, I haven't encountered anything good except for stepping into Yuanying. Tell me about you, kid, why you can't live in peace wherever you are in danger. Other monks are all good luck and avoid evil, you are good, take the old man to encounter some dangerous things, you say......" The old man Wanzhu pouted and complained while drinking. For a long time, he didn't hear Luo Yuan speak, so he turned his head to look, but found that Luo Yuan had fallen asleep.

At this time, Luo Yuan seemed to have returned to the teenagers of the year. Calm, comfortable, free of distractions, free of burdens. However, after all, that is only in the past, and it has not been closed for decades, which is how much pressure it is carrying. Although his appearance is still young and handsome, a beard has grown on his chin, which is a trace of time and the vicissitudes of his heart. Monks, if they don't break through at the end of their lifespan, are born from the heart. That's why, some people who have cultivated to the top of their cultivation seem to be extremely young.

"Well, let's sleep well. Ever since I met you, I haven't seen your kid rest. Married at the age of 100, others only envy you for your extraordinary opportunities and great creation, but your crisis of life and death, the old man can see it clearly. You are not a warlike person who loves to kill, so why force yourself to cultivate that killing Dao heart?" The old man Wanzhu looked at Luo Yuan, opened his mouth slowly, and then took a sip of wine, stood up and looked at the sea of clouds in the distance.

It was more than ten days, and it had been more than forty days. During this time, Luo Yuan never deliberately cultivated, just drank alcohol and chatted with the old man Wanzhu. And his state of mind is quietly growing, and his cultivation has also improved slightly.

"More than ten years have passed, and the murderer has never appeared again, is it long gone?"

"This person is like a flash in the pan, I just hope that he is really just a flash in the pan. Otherwise, this kind of existence is enough to overturn this boundless sea, and all living beings will be at peace. ”

In the Wuyuan Sect, several ancestors opened their mouths to talk about it, since the terrifying murderer appeared inexplicably and wiped out many living beings, until they were injured in the battle with Taihua and retreated, they have never retreated. The strength of the other party is far beyond their imagination, and with their seriously injured bodies, they can still match the legendary Gu Dao Zun. This made them feel a little afraid of powerlessness at the same time, after all, the Guangyang Ancient School was a lesson from the past.

Even if Wu Yuanzong is much stronger than the Guangyang Ancient Sect, it is only at the Yuanying level. The other party is an existence above the transcendent gods, which is the true god-like existence in this heaven and earth. The palm cracks the void for thousands of miles, and the avenue of heaven and earth is still reversible. The fixed number of reincarnation is still rejectable, and the meaning of the dark is difficult to invade.

"Prepare for the worst, this person's cultivation is unfathomable, and he may still be in retreat, if he is out of the customs, then we can only turn to Senior Brother and Balanced Teaching. The half-step of turning into a god is too difficult, and the old man has not been able to step out so far. If I had the ordinary talent of a senior brother, I would have already achieved the realm of transforming into a god. On the top of the mountain, Wan Kun sat cross-legged, his body was still rickety, but his aura was still strong, like a towering mountain.

And at the very end of the ancient land, Hao Yuanzi stood bent, and behind him there was a man wearing gold armor and a majestic weapon. It is Yang Ao, now he has been personally instructed by Wan Kun, coupled with his natural talent, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. It was as if he had touched the threshold of Yuanying and stepped into the realm of Jindan Great Perfection. It's just that Yuan Ying still has a diaphragm for him, and he can't break through for a while. However, this was enough to make him stand out among the younger generation in the Boundless Sea and add some prestige to Wu Yuanzong.

Now Yang Ao can already set foot in the ancient land of the old ancestors, because with his qualifications and cultivation, there will be no accidents. The next person in charge of Wu Yuanzong is him, and in the land of the Ancestors, his entry is only a matter of time.

Hao Yuanzi looked at Yang Ao who was kneeling beside him, his eyes were full of relief, he was really proud to have such a disciple.

Suddenly, a hundred-zhang flying boat broke straight in, between the pavilions and pavilions on this flying boat, the golden column and jade building, carved beams and painted buildings, extremely extraordinary.

"His grandmother's, what the hell is this, as far as the eye can see, there is no grass, it is barren, and it is all soil. There are still a group of bad old men next to them, yo, they are all Yuanying, everyone is friendly, and the old man is polite. The old man Wanzhu stepped out of the flying boat in a flash, first looked around, and then scolded a few words. However, when he saw the seven figures around him at the next glance, he couldn't help but shudder and spoke. Except for Yang Ao, who is a half-step Yuan Infant, the other six figures are all Yuan Infant Monks, and the tallest rickety old man is a half-step god-turning existence.

The old man Wanzhu's scalp was numb for a while, and he only stabbed the hornet's nest: "Have a few Taoist friends eaten it? This green mountain does not change, the green water flows for a long time, the coming day is long, there is a fate in the future, I will meet again. Farewell!"

The ancestors of Wu Yuanzong couldn't help but look at each other, and suddenly broke into a flying boat, thinking that the comer was not good. But after coming down as a Yuanying Monk, they acted like this, which made them really unable to figure it out, but the other party had lost his way.

"If you meet again, it will be Wu Yuanzong who will come. Wanzhu old ghost, you still dominated one side more than 2,000 years ago, tsk tsk, it's really better to be famous than to meet. Luo Yuan chuckled and spoke, holding the Tongtian Ancient Treasure in his hand, and slowly stepped forward from the boat.

"Luo Yuan has seen Wan Kun's predecessors, his predecessors, and Yang Ao's fellow Daoists", Luo Yuan laughed and spoke to several old acquaintances in front of him.

"After fourteen years, now you have set foot in Yuanying, yes, you have a bit of a senior brother. Wan Kun looked at Luo Yuan and said with a smile.