After a while, Zhang Yuanhao and the others only felt that the ground under their feet even the air trembled slightly, and a palpitating "snort" sound seemed to sound in everyone's ears.

Looking into the distance, I saw that the originally crimson sky had cracked a huge pitch-black gap at some point, and the deep black of dead silence spread, and a figure with a mellow aura flew out of it.

It was a blessed old man, with a medium stature, white hair and beard, and a kind face, Zhang Yuanhao and the others had a look on their faces as soon as they saw this person.

"The Douyuan Immortal Sect worships the hall, the outer gate, and the inner sect, and meets the hall master!"

Whether it is Zhang Yuanhao or Ji Mingyang, they are all kneeling down and saluting respectfully at this moment.

"Fellow Daoists, please get up!"

The short and fat old man flicked his hand with a smile, and suddenly a gust of wind passed by, and he lifted everyone up.

Zhang Yuanhao has been in the Douyuan Immortal Sect for more than a year, and he is naturally very familiar with this person in front of him, and his reputation has long been like thunder.

Don't look at this old man's unsightly appearance, with a kind expression, his identity is the master of the Internal Affairs Hall of the Douyuan Immortal Sect, the great monk of the late Yuan Infant Late Stage, the hidden power in the Douyuan Immortal Sect, and the big man who has lived for more than 2,000 years.

"Demon creatures......

Hearing the narration of Bi Quan, whose face was still pale, the Pure Altar Yuan He Zhenjun pondered for a moment, and with a snort, a wisp of turquoise finger wind shot straight at the front door of the former, like a warm breeze blowing on his face, which immediately made a blush appear on Bi Quan's face, and the sluggish aura stabilized in an instant.

"In that case, then I'll take a trip!"

Seeing that Bi Quan's face improved, the Pure Altar Yuan He Zhenjun said, and without seeing any of his movements, a grand golden ray shot out from the void, and immediately reflected the radius of hundreds of meters in the volcanic stronghold as bright as gold.

Under the golden light, countless finely intertwined silk threads loom in the air, with a variety of colors, slowly extending into the endless distance, as if connecting the past and the future.

Zhang Yuanhao looked at this scene in a daze, and a strange color appeared in his eyes.

"Harmonious Time Fiber, Rarity: 3688, the unit that makes up the river of time......"

In an instant, the Pure Altar Yuan He Zhenjun turned his head and glanced at everyone suspiciously, as if he didn't find anything abnormal, he stretched out his hand and shot at the floating optical fiber, and suddenly countless gray and filthy light fibers were pulled down.

I saw that as soon as the palms of the Pure Altar Yuan He Zhenjun were closed, a pale golden hazy illusory baby light and shadow escaped from the top of his head, the baby's eyes were yin and yang, and his face was eighty percent similar to the former, and the light and shadow little hands were straight towards the filthy fibers between the void and the real in mid-air.

Yuan Baby escapes!

Zhang Yuanhao and the others naturally understood that the golden villain was the primordial infant of the Pure Altar Yuan He Zhenjun, and they immediately held their breath and stared at the villain, for fear of missing the details.

Snort!

A burst of green smoke visible to the naked eye rose, and the golden Yuanying villain's palm suddenly turned black, but after a few breaths, he saw that the Yuanying villain threw the black line away as if his hand was hot, and the palm gradually returned to gold.

Yoyo –

The golden villain escaped back to the top of the head of the Pure Altar Yuan He Zhenjun, who opened his eyes at the same time, without saying a word, stretched out his hand and pulled towards both sides of the void, only to hear a "snort", as if the cloth bag was torn out of a hole, and a pitch-black gap more than three feet high was born in mid-air, and wisps of destruction overflowed from it in an instant.

As soon as the Pure Altar Yuan He Zhenjun escaped into it, he disappeared, and the spatial crack slowly repaired itself and returned to its original state, and the sky returned to its blue color again.

Zhang Yuanhao and the others saw that Zhenjun had left, so they scattered around, but when they saw the serious expression of Jingtan Yuanhe Zhenjun at the end, their mood was a little heavy.

......

In the next few months, Zhang Yuanhao did not make any big moves, and smoothly sent away Ji Mingyang and other people who ended their rotation, and ushered in a new batch of rotating monks.

Obviously, the sect has paid attention to the frequent appearance of the demon clan, but among this group of rotating monks, there are a full three Jiedan realm, and the number of people has expanded from less than twenty to twenty-three.

Although Zhang Yuanhao's name has not spread among the Douyuan Immortal Sect, there are already a small number of people in the Inner Sect who know about his existence, especially some people who are already well-informed, and they frequently show favor to Zhang Yuanhao, and Zhang Yuanhao naturally will not refuse.

Time passed, and it was March again.

Somewhere in the secret realm of Yunpeng, a broken light and shadow flickered, and soon condensed into a slender figure, dressed in a cyan brocade robe, with a plain face, no joy or sorrow, and a restrained momentum.

This person is naturally Zhang Yuanhao, who has been away from June, and has returned from duty in the small world.

First went to the Yunpeng Immortal Pavilion to deliver the rotation task, and took the lead in receiving the time and place of the next rotation, fortunately it was not selected to the extremely dangerous Heavenly Demon Battlefield, but to a small border country called Sangmi Country in the Northern Regions to take turn, where there is a battlefield of the Ancient Demon Domain with a dangerous level of B that needs to be suppressed, but the time is arranged four years later.

Next, Zhang Yuanhao renewed the lease of the Shuifu Meritorious Point for a few years, and by the way, borrowed a lot of alchemy tasks, and returned to the quiet and quiet Ze.

As soon as he arrived at the quiet Daze, Zhang Yuanhao sensed a familiar aura, but it was Lu Wanjuan who was levitating a flying sword above the river, fighting with a huge purple-ringed silver python.

The purple-ringed silver python had rough skin and thick flesh, enough for the cultivation of the late stage of qi training, and its dark purple snake scales shone in the sun, bounce several sword qi sent out by Lu Wanjuan away, leaving only a shallow mark on it.

Lu Wanjuan stepped on the flying sword, and also held a slender thin sword in her hand, dancing with mist, the pale golden sharp sword qi overflowed, although the offensive was not strong, but it was also quite large-scale, and its cultivation was also a slight breakthrough, in the time that Zhang Yuanhao left, he had re-cultivated to the early stage of the third layer of qi training.

Zhang Yuanhao looked at it for a while, and then felt that there was a ripple on the water surface, and a huge purple-black python head emerged.

"Zihuan has seen the master!"

The hoarse voice fluctuated on the surface of the water, making Lu Wanjuan can't help but look back, seeing Zhang Yuanhao's figure, the movements in her hands were a little slower, and she was confused for a while.

"I've seen the master!"

Lu Wanjuan hurriedly stepped forward with her sword, and the two of them stepped on the head of the purple ring and dived into the underwater water mansion.

In the huge martial arts arena, a thin young man holding a magic weapon, was fighting with a fast-moving puppet, Zhang Yuanhao smiled slightly, although Wei Qiang's qualifications and luck were the worst among his current three disciples, but he was better at diligence, and his cultivation had also reached the early stage of the second layer of qi training, but his aura was very stable and his foundation was very solid.

"Meet the Master!"

Wei Qiang hurriedly knelt down to greet him, Zhang Yuanhao raised his hand to hold him up, only to learn that Long Xin was in the cultivation secret room at the moment, preparing to break through to the third layer of qi training.