Your book manager has been launched, go to the major stores and search for "Quick Eye Reading" to get it

In the East China Sea of Yanhuang Kingdom, there is an area shrouded in fog all year round, and it has never dissipated for a long time, no matter how big or small a ship accidentally intrudes into it, it will be swallowed, and no ship has ever entered it and can come out.

Therefore, this place is also called the Devil's Zone by the fishermen who often fish in the East China Sea, and the fishermen with a little experience will not be close to the Devil's Zone within 100 miles.

If there are immortal cultivators who understand the formation here, they will see that this so-called fog is actually a formation laid down by an immortal cultivator.

What is even more surprising to the fishermen is that there is a huge island in the middle of this mist, the scenery on the island is beautiful, the air is extremely fresh, and even the plants on the island are exceptionally lush.

In the southeast of the island is a huge valley with a warm climate like spring all year round.

At the entrance of the valley, a stone tablet seven or eight meters high was erected, and on the stone tablet were written three ancient seal fonts Shangqing Valley.

Yes, this island is the lair of the group of immortal cultivators who call themselves the Immortal Gate.

Shangqing Valley is one of the nine major sects of Xianmen.

In the previous competition with Yanhuang Kingdom, Qing Xuzi, who was slaughtered by Song Yan in the early stage of foundation building, was the previous head of this sect, so the entire Shangqing Valley was extremely resentful of Song Yan.

After the death of Qingxuzi, his junior brother Qingyan took over as the head, and the Taoist name was also changed to Qingyanzi.

"Zi" is the honorific title of the head, and only the head is qualified to add a "son" after the road number.

There are several quaint buildings in the valley.

The largest of them is the residence of Qing Yanzi.

Originally, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi on this island was three to five times richer than that of other places, and after ten days, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in other places had increased by more than five times, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi on this island had also become even richer, reaching ten times.

This made the immortal cultivators of the nine major sects very happy, and they even thought that the era of immortal cultivators belonging to them was coming.

Yesterday, the heads of the nine major sects had already gathered to discuss.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi became stronger, which would also greatly improve their cultivation progress, so after discussion, each of their sects would focus on cultivating three disciples, so that they could break through to the foundation building period as soon as possible.

In this way, the Immortal Gate will add twenty-seven new Zhuji, and it will be able to sweep the Yanhuang Kingdom.

"Senior brother, it won't be long before I can avenge you and behead Song Yan's thief!"

Qing Yanzi's eyes flashed with resentment.

At this moment, Qing Yanzi seemed to sense something, his face suddenly changed, and he suddenly got up and looked in a certain direction: "That's ...... That's Master's retreat, isn't it ......!"

Fifty years ago, Ming Xiang Zhenren, who had reached the peak of the late stage of foundation building, chose to break through the Jindan through the death pass.

At the beginning, everyone's expectations for Ming Xiang Zhenren were quite high, after all, he was the only cultivator who had reached the late stage of foundation building within a hundred years.

But ten years, twenty years have passed.

Ming Xiang Zhenren is still in retreat, except for him and his senior brother Qingxuzi who are still paying attention to this matter, others have almost forgotten about him.

Thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

They were disappointed when they still had hope for the Master, and they even wanted to knock on the retreat to see what was going on with the Master.

But before the retreat, Ming Xiang Zhenren told them that no one was allowed to disturb them unless he went out of the retreat himself.

Forty years later, their brothers and sisters have lost hope at all.

When Ming Xiang Zhenren had not yet come out of the retreat for 50 years, Qing Xuzi and Qing Yanzi even asserted that the master was probably already sitting in the retreat, which made them very sad, but they did not rush to knock on the retreat, but turned the place into a forbidden place in the Shangqing Valley, prohibiting any disciples from approaching it.

But today, Qing Yanzi sensed a powerful aura coming from the retreat.

Although fifty years had passed, he could vaguely tell that that aura belonged to their master, Ming Xiang Zhenren.

Thinking of this, he was overjoyed and galloped towards the retreat.

Just as he was approaching the retreat, an acre thick layer of dark clouds suddenly appeared in the otherwise clear sky, on which thunder and lightning flashed.

"This ...... It's a cloud robbery!"

He had seen the ancient scrolls, and after condensing the golden pill from the foundation building cultivators, he would usher in the nine thunder tribulations.

Only then will you become a true Jindan cultivator.

If you can't get through, you'll be gone.

For a moment, he couldn't help but clench his fists and said secretly: "Master, you must survive the thunder tribulation!"

Really.

In the next quarter of an hour, the clouds in the sky became thicker and darker, as if they were about to drip.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a black thunderbolt with a thick fist fell from the sky and slammed into the retreat of Ming Xiang Zhenren.

The terrifying power forced Qing Yanzi to retreat dozens of meters again and again before he could stabilize his figure.

At the same time, the disciples of Shangqing Valley also came in this direction.

"Get out of here!"

In order to prevent the disciples from being affected, Qing Yanzi hurriedly shouted.

"Master, what's going on? Why?"

A young man asked, he was Qing Yanzi's apprentice, and he was also one of the disciples that Shangqing Gu planned to focus on cultivating this time.

"Don't ask, it's not time for you to know!"

"Yes!"

There was a look of curiosity in the other party's eyes, but he still didn't ask much.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a loud noise was heard, but it was the place where Ming Xiang Zhenren retreated collapsed.

"Not good, Master!" Qing Yanzi couldn't help but shout worriedly.

But at this moment, a figure rendered layers of blue light rose into the sky, standing in mid-air.

The other party was wearing a green robe, with a handsome face, looking to be only in his early twenties, and his body exuded an incomparably powerful aura, which made all the Shangqing Valley disciples including Qing Yanzi fearful.

"Master!"

The next moment, Qing Yanzi fell to the ground, his face full of excitement.

The other party looked at it, and then showed a smile: "Stay away, wait until the teacher survives the thunderstorm!"

The other party's tone was very calm, but there was an inexplicable peace in people's ears, and Qing Yanzi, who was worried that Ming Xiang Zhenren would not be able to survive the thunder tribulation, couldn't help but increase his confidence.

That's when it happened.

"Boom!"

But it was the second heavenly thunder mixed with Huo Huo Tianwei that fell from the sky, bombarding Ming Xiang Zhenren's body, judging from the might, the second heavenly thunder was much stronger than the first one.

However, the thunder light quickly dissipated, and Ming Xiang Zhenren was still suspended in mid-air, his body was dashing, his robe was hunting, but it was not damaged at all, and the expression on his face was also very relaxed.

For a while, Qingyanzi's confidence in him doubled again.

"Boom! boom!"

The third and fourth heavenly thunders fell one after another, and this time, Ming Xiang Zhenren was not so calm, and even his black hair exploded slightly.

"Boom!"

The fifth heavenly thunder fell, and Ming Xiang Zhenren had an extra multicolored folding fan on his head, and the folding fan opened, releasing a multicolored light cover, enveloping Ming Xiang Zhenren.

Therefore, the next few heavenly thunderbolts did not hurt him.

Only when the eighth heavenly thunder fell, the brilliance of the multicolored folding fan dimmed slightly.

"There's only one last one left!"

Qing Yanzi counted silently, staring at the figure in mid-air without blinking.

[Author's digression]: Second change