The palace gate of more than 100 zhang high is supported by two hardware giant pillars embraced by ten people, and there is a three-layer white marble archway on it, which is as solid as a rock and cannot be broken.

The base of the palace gate is a boundless sea of clouds, and the clouds and mist are ethereal, moving with the wind.

Hardware giant pillars and ethereal sea of clouds, a hard and a soft, a real and a virtual, but the solid one is on the top, the soft and the void is on the bottom, with the soft to bear the firm, to the virtual to support the real, as if it will overturn at any time, giving people a thrilling feeling.

Behind the palace gate, the boundless palace is continuous and vast, thousands of strange lights, flickering, a song of heavenly sounds from the palace, the fairy sound is ethereal, elegant and pleasant, Pang Xie and others feel that they have never heard such a good music in their lives.

Huang Ying is familiar with the rhythm of music, after hearing this tune, he couldn't help but be obsessed on the spot, and wanted to write down this score, but for some reason, he couldn't remember it anyway, maybe this is the legend, this song should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it a few times in the world!

Outside the palace gate, it was empty, Han Bing didn't stay, gently waved his water sleeves, rolled up a gust of wind, and this white cloud drifted into the palace gate with the wind.

Holy!

Ma Zicai shouted, if the scene just now was shocking, the current scene can not be expressed in words, and he can only use this standard national scolding to express his inner shock.

A peach tree that can be described as vast and boundless, standing between the palaces, there is no top, the treetops penetrate into the green underworld, look at it, only to see the light is faint, the thunder can be faintly seen, life and death are uncertain, there is no way to change, no matter what, it is not clear, the bottom is not visible, the roots of the tree break through the sea of clouds, stretching out to the underworld, the dark and dark, the bottom is not visible, only countless roots and whiskers probe into the netherworld, all the time, are in the hell evil ghosts.

Only the middle part, presented in front of everyone's eyes, a thick peach branch like a dragon, across the sky, pieces of cyan peach leaves cover the sky and the sun, like a forest sea, blocking most of the sky, a red peach blossom is like a flowing flame, emitting infinite brilliance, as if red glass.

The most surprising thing is that countless thin red threads radiate from the peach blossoms, leading to the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, with no end in sight.

Between the branches and leaves of this peach tree, countless green luans and cranes are dancing, sometimes flapping their wings and flying high, sometimes stopping on the tree, and there are more five-colored heavenly horses stepping on auspicious clouds, walking through them, running and playing, extremely happy.

"It's... What's going on? Is it true or fake? Why can't you see it outside just now?" Ma Zicai's eyes widened, and he couldn't take his eyes off the peach tree.

"This is the Dao Fruit, this is the Divine Fire, this is everything, this is eternity, this is both true and false!"

Han Bing's face was solemn, his palms were folded, and he bowed down to this peach tree, looking extremely respectful, as if the most loyal fans saw their idols.

"What do you mean?" asked Ma Zicai, stunned.

Han Bing didn't answer, just recited the prayer silently.

Pang Xie looked at the peach tree, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "It is both a Dao Fruit and a Divine Fire, is your sect master taking the road of incense to become a god?"

"You actually understand?" Han Bing glanced back at him, his eyes a little surprised.

"No matter which method it is, if you practice to the realm of heavenly immortals, you will condense the Dao fruit, but if you want to condense the divine fire, you have to seal the gods with incense, it seems that this peach tree is the foundation of the noble lord's avenue. ”

"Yes, this peach tree starring my tutor leads to the green and dark on the top, representing the infinite future, and the darkness on the bottom, representing the past, flourishing in the middle, representing the present world, this is the original intention of the third peach blossom lord. Han Bing Zhengse said.

"I see. Ponche nodded, silent.

As soon as the Dao fruit is completed, it is the immortal of the world, in the heavens and on the earth, no one can easily win, and the ancestors of several major sects in the world, such as the Heavenly Master Dao and the Faxiang Sect, are just this cultivation.

In today's world, if the Peach Blossom Sect Master can really cultivate to become a Heavenly Immortal, I am afraid that he will be invincible in the world, but if his vitality is declining today, can he really cultivate into a Heavenly Immortal? Besides, even if he cultivated to a higher level in his previous life, this time he was reincarnated and everything started from scratch, how could he cultivate to become a Heavenly Immortal so quickly?

You must know that the power is true and true, there is no room for falsehood, no matter how high the realm is, it must be accumulated slowly, and there is no such thing as a step to the sky.

......

After a few people were amazed at this peach tree that reached the sky, Han Bing gently turned the head of the cloud, and the white clouds slowly flew towards the main hall, along the way, there were rare birds and beasts flying by the clouds, or Bi Fang with a fiery body, or a winged tiger with two wings, or a five-colored sacred cow with yellow clouds, one of which was more than a foot long blue bird also landed on Huang Ying's shoulder, chirping a few times, before flapping its wings and flying away.

It's just that although this palace is big, although there are many rare birds and beasts, there are not many people, and among the few people along the way, only a few women in palace clothes drove by the clouds, but they didn't say anything, just said hello from afar, and hurried out of the palace gate.

After a while, the white clouds floated to the front of the main hall, Han Bing pointed down, and the cloud head fell suddenly, just in front of the hall, and looked up again, but saw that above the main hall, there was a plaque with gold characters on a blue background, with the word "Tongming" written on it.

Tongming Palace?

Pang Xie secretly said in his heart, this three-generation Peach Blossom Venerable Lord has a lot of tone, and he actually has the same name as the Tongming Hall in the Shenxiao Heavenly Court.

"Whoever comes is named!"

In front of the Tongming Palace, there are two teams of warriors in front of the palace, all of whom are silver helmets and silver armor, holding bright silver spears in their hands, and stepping on tiger head boots, each team has a leading general, gold helmet and gold armor, red cloak, holding a Fang Tian painting halberd, one of the generals burst out loud.

"Han Bing, the maid of the Phi Xiang Palace, go to Luoying Mountain to get Tianyi Spring water and return, and ask the general to pass through!" Han Bing hurriedly replied.

"You are waiting outside the hall, there are a few immortals coming, and the Lord is meeting guests in the hall!" said the golden armor martial arts general loudly.

"Obey!" Han Bing nodded and said, standing aside.

"Who are these people? Why don't I know them? Can you tell them about it, be accommodating, and let me meet the Lord?" Song Dingbo leaned behind Han Bing and asked quietly.

"These are all Yellow Turban wrestlers created by the Lord with great mana, iron-faced and selfless, unforgiving, and without the slightest accommodation. Han Bing whispered.

"Oh, okay. Song Dingbo nodded.

Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, he heard a voice coming out of the Tongming Palace, "The edict of the lord, Xuan Song Dingbo and others enter the palace." ”

This voice seems to be extremely far away, but it seems to be very close, it seems to be a person speaking, and it seems to be tens of millions of people opening their mouths together, Huang Zhong Da Lu, the echo is endless.

Hearing this voice, Song Dingbo was stunned on the spot for a while, and just when he was in a daze, the two teams of warriors in front of the palace shouted together: "Song Dingbo, still don't accept the order?"

Song Dingbo reacted at this time, turned his head to look at Pang Xie, the two glanced at each other, nodded together, walked towards the hall, and muttered to himself: "How did he know that I was here?"

"Since you have entered the Shunhua Heavenly Palace, you are in the Divine Domain of the Venerable Lord, what is there that the Venerable Lord does not know?" Han Bing said lightly.

Tongming Treasure Hall is extremely magnificent, only the steps in front of the hall, there are ninety-nine steps, a few people climb the stairs and go up, enough to walk a cup of tea, before coming to the front of the hall, the golden armor will push open the door of the palace, revealing the scenery in the palace.

Dozens of coiled dragon golden pillars support the top of the palace, the top is inlaid with countless night pearls, forming the appearance of the heavenly river, the pearl flickers uncertainly, the brilliance flows like the river flows, the ground is paved with a layer of one foot square gold bricks, it is covered with a thin layer of pale white clouds, around the coiling dragon golden pillar, there are many strange flowers and plants, there are rare zhuguo in the world, Ganoderma lucidum, there is also a fairyland to have the spiritual grass god tree, the fragrance is fragrant, everywhere is the scene.

In the center of the main hall, dozens of singing and dancing girls danced, sometimes hovering in the air, sometimes low in the clouds, overbearing, elegant like a crane, just around the dancing girls, there were two rows of more than three feet long several cases, almost more than ten sheets, behind each case sat a fairy, each fairy behind two maids, one holding a pot, one holding a fan.

At the front of the main hall is a white jade platform with nine steps, on the high platform there is a wide number of cases, and a person sits at the back of several cases, wearing a purple and gold crown, wearing a crimson robe, and a Qingfeng long sword hanging in his waist, laughing and chatting with all the immortals.

Pang Xie's eyes were sharp, and he could see at a glance that this person looked exactly the same as Li Tianhua, if he guessed correctly, this person was Li Renjie, the leader of the Peach Blossom Sect!