Chapter 652: News from Xuedu (Page 1/1)

For a few days in a row, Wang Andu has always found records about Xuedu, and there is no information about other worlds except for the records of the Yin Netherworld Thunder Domain and the Three Realms of Central Continent.

"Brother, let's go there and have a look. Xiao Ruoli suddenly pulled Wang An and pointed to an old shop in front of him.

The shop is about a hundred square meters, all of which are made of a peculiar kind of wood, the surface of the wood is shining with a shiny luster, and it still seems to be a little old, and the wind flags at the door have all faded and whitened, swaying in the wind.

The shop was very deserted, and the two Qi refining disciples stood at the door staring at the passers-by who came and went, their eyes blinking, and they looked drowsy.

I saw that the plaque outside the door was suspended with three quaint seal books of "Baixiao Pavilion", the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, and a rhyme permeated it.

"Hey, these words are a little interesting!" Wang An stood at the door, stared at the three words for a few moments, and said lightly.

"Welcome to your guests, come, please inside!" The two guys who had been drowsy, seeing the rhythm of Wang An who seemed to be about to enter the store, suddenly came to their senses, their faces were full of smiles, and they said to Wang An and Xiao Ruoli with a flattering face.

Just when he was observing the words on the door plaque of the store, there was an old man in the store who looked like a redneck peasant, and he glanced at Wang An intentionally or unintentionally.

This man was about seventy years old, frowning, short and thin, with a large worldly pipe in his mouth, and he looked at Erlang's legs sitting on a small bench and smoking.

"Haha, welcome two distinguished guests to the shop, may I ask if Xiao Lao'er can help you?" Seeing Wang An and Xiao Ruoli walking in, this person stood up suddenly, with a bright smile on his face.

When Wang An saw this person, he felt a palpitation in his heart for no reason, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake and beast.

"Seniors, juniors need some information about the Netherworld, as well as other worlds such as the Thunder Domain. Wang An directly explained his intention and said with his hand.

"It's all there, you can look for it!" After the old man heard Wang An's words, the smile on his face suddenly retracted, pointed to a bookshelf in the store, and said irrationally.

Half an hour later, Wang An found a piece of information about the record of the secret story, but what made him very hopeful was that he did not find a record of the Snow Capital, let alone the worlds such as Tianhuo Continent and Xuangui Domain.

"What, are the young people dissatisfied with the things of our Baixiao Pavilion?" The old man, who looked like an old farmer, said with some anger when he saw Wang An's disappointed face.

"No, no, the seniors misunderstood, it's just that here, the juniors really can't find what I want. Wang An hurriedly waved his hand and explained.

Looking at this unattractive old man, Wang An felt a strange palpitation in his eyes.

"Hmph, then tell me, what do you need to find? The little old man will answer for you, the old man swears by the way of heaven, the dialogue between you and me will never enter the ears of a third person. The thin old man looked at Wang An arrogantly.

When the two men saw this, they consciously ran out of the door.

"Senior, have you ever heard of Xuedu?" Wang An stared at the other party and said word by word.

"What? snow... Xuedu!" The next moment, the old man's face changed greatly, and a wisp of terrifying spiritual pressure that destroyed the world disappeared in a flash, making Wang An and Xiao Ruo jump wildly.

When Wang An said Xuedu, the old man's grinning face suddenly lost color, and the pipe in his mouth fell to the ground with a clatter, roaring in disbelief.

"Uh, I'm sorry, that one is a little out of shape! Ahem, this dry smoke is too thick, choking on my throat. The old man picked up his pipe, coughed calmly twice, and said without blushing and heartbeat.

"Where did you hear about this place in the snow capital?" the old man said to Wang An with a serious face after raising one arm and placing a layer of prohibition in the void.

"Seniors, juniors are in an ancient inheritance, I heard that there is a place, I wonder if there is indeed a record of this realm in the classics?" Wang An pondered for a moment and said slowly.

He stared at the shriveled little old man in front of him with a wary expression, ready to sacrifice the Eight Desolations Heaven-Shaking Tower at any time.

"Xuedu, this is the disappearing realm! It is rumored that in ancient times, the Yin and Thunder Continent in the Middle Continent all regarded the snow capital as a holy place, and the monks in it were proficient in all kinds of supernatural powers, especially those ice cultivators, who could cultivate to the god for ten miles and eight or nine times, and after the snow capital waited for you to transform into a god, it was very easy to knock on the gate of heaven, lead down the heavenly tribulation, and enter the spiritual world......"

The little old man looked at Wang An, his eyes were a little confused, as if he had fallen into a distant memory, and quietly told Wang An a secret of ancient times.

"Well, as for you who want to know where the snow is, hehe, this horror is the wish of all the old monsters in Middle-earth. The little old man sighed a little wistfully.

"In Zhongzhou, even if you knock on the gate of heaven, you will basically die under the thunder, how many people who have turned into gods and consummated people are still breathing with fear, and they dare not knock on the gate of heaven and lead to the catastrophe!" said this, the little old man's expression was gloomy.

Wang An didn't need to think about it to know that in fact, he was also one of those god-transforming cultivators who were still breathing, and at the moment when the aura on the other party's body was stirring just now, Wang An had already felt that his vitality had some rotten aura, which was a sign that there was not much longevity.

"Senior, don't you have any other records about Xuedu? If you can tell each other, you will definitely be rewarded!" Wang An frowned, and suddenly said.

"Young man, do you really want to know?" the little old man said with a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, staring at Wang An.

"If the seniors know, please tell me one or two!" Wang An nodded and said firmly.

"If you really want to know, then you go to the old Heavenly Dragon Old Man of the Wuliang Temple! The Wuliang Temple is very mysterious, it has been handed down from ancient times to the present, and it supports mastery of the art of life. If there is still a sect in Central Continent that understands the snow capital, then there is only Wuliang Temple. The little old man said cautiously, and there seemed to be a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

"Wuliang Temple! Could it be the ancient temple on Wuliang Mountain?" Wang An seemed to think of something, his body was shocked, and he said in disbelief.

Although the fame of Wuliang Temple is not as great as that of the Earth Spirit Sect, if it makes all forces jealous from the heart, only the small ancient temple on Wuliang Mountain.

"Thank you seniors for informing me, here are the two pills that the juniors got in the secret realm, as a reward for this time, and please accept them. Wang An clenched his fists and said gratefully, and then handed over the two Thousand Longevity Pills to the other party.

"Haha, I took this elixir!" The little old man didn't seem to intend to check the pill in the bottle, so he put it away directly.

"But you must be careful when you go to the Temple of Immeasurable Ones!" the old man finally said cautiously.

When Wang An left, he opened the jade bottle again, and after finding what seemed to be two pills that increased longevity, he was shocked, and once again had another layer of speculation about Wang An's identity.

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