Taihao Immortal Jun heard the words and said lightly:

"Celestial phenomena tend to be a sign of something, but no one can know for sure what it is when it happens. So it's just a celestial phenomenon, but it's true. ”

"How can the celestial phenomena be a harbinger of things, it is only the moon, the sun, and the ......"

Lin Ning suddenly paused.

She would have said that this is a natural phenomenon formed by the movement of celestial bodies, and that such a situation occurs when the sun, moon, and earth reach a certain position while moving.

But she suddenly realized that she was no longer on Earth.

She is in the Three Thousand Realms of Kunlun Realm.

And as an author, she knows better than anyone. The sun and moon in the Kunlun realm are unique, no matter how different the time flow of the three thousand realms is, they are all the same sun and moon when they are seen.

And there is no earth, no universe, and no celestial bodies. In this way, this celestial phenomenon is extremely ominous.

Lin Ning's face changed, and his voice was a little dry when he spoke again.

"What does this celestial phenomenon portend?"

Taihao Immortal Jun smiled slightly, as if he didn't take this ominous celestial phenomenon to heart at all. "I said it, and what the foreboding is can only be known after that happened. ”

He shook his head slightly, his expression was more solemn, and said, "Since the omen does not help to see the future, then it is okay to ignore it." If you take it too seriously, you may make that kind of omen inevitable. ”

Lin Ning suddenly looked up at Taihao Xianjun, there was a little more epiphany in her expression, and after a while, her expression gradually became firm, and her eyes showed a resolute light.

"The disciples have been taught. ”

Lin Ning took half a step back, saluted Taihao Immortal Monarch, then straightened up and turned to leave.

What is destined to happen, the gods can't save it, and numerology can't save it. Only by holding your head high and fighting with fate can you have a glimmer of life.

Taihao Immortal Jun stood in the court, quietly looking at Lin Ning's departing back.

Maybe fate can't be changed after all, but he just wants this apprentice who is too smart and too deep in mind to understand that no matter what the result is, no matter whether that glimmer of heaven should be on her or not, she is not alone in this battle.

In the early morning of the second day, a chariot carried by a giant elephant rose from the Yunshan Zen Temple, walked up the clouds, broke away from the real palace, and walked towards the endless, large and large faint mirage.

After walking for a long time, Fang stopped in the void.

Lin Ning followed Taihao Xianjun out of the car and found himself in a sea of clouds, with white clouds under his feet and a clear blue sky overhead.

Lin Ning remembered that when he was on a plane in his previous life, he always looked at the undulating clouds and fantasized about it, if only he could stand on top of the clouds. I didn't expect this unrealistic fantasy to come true now.

Taihao Xianjun walked in front, and when he stepped on the clouds, he swept away the ripples like water.

Seeing this, Lin Ning also tentatively stepped on the clouds. Sure enough, it's like stepping on the ground, and it's smoother.

Everyone gathered on the clouds outside the chariot, Lin Ning looked around, and saw the euphemism and splendor, the two tacitly pretended to be strange to each other, and there was no sign of knowing Lin Ning at all.

The woman in the Northern Regions was dressed in green clothes, her aura was very strong, but her breath was soft, and Lin Ning faintly smelled the fresh breath of grass and trees from her. It should be Fusang, one of the six saints.

The euphemism hasn't changed much from ten years ago, but it has grown from a girl to a mature woman. Dressed in a brown power suit, holding the long sword at his waist with one hand, his posture is tall and his eyes are sharp.

The woman next to her was slender, with striking silver hair, but her face was as delicate as a spring flower in March. I think it's silver.

Lin Ning's gaze fell on the other side without a trace. Three women dressed in intricate brocade robes and silver ornaments stood together, all wearing veils.

Lin Ning saw that the woman led by her was an old woman, with goosebumps and black and white hair, looking like she was about to die and was about to go into the ground.

That's the witch?

Lin Ning was slightly shocked in his heart.

The appearance of the cultivator has been fixed since the Jindan period, and the appearance can be changed by shaping again during the tribulation period, and the appearance can be changed at will after ascending to immortality.

What's more, the cultivator's musculoskeleton is becoming more and more transparent, and the overall temperament and appearance will also increase, because she has never seen a truly ugly immortal cultivator for so long.

Looking at the world of cultivating immortals, there are all handsome men and beautiful women, and there is no one who is the same, which will not cause aesthetic fatigue.

In this context, the witch's appearance is a little outstanding......

Aging is such a thing as a thing that can generally only be seen in cultivators who are about to reach the end of their lifespan. It can be seen that the witch has a calm breath and strong coercion, and it does not look like Shouyuan is about to end.

The woman who supported her by the witch girl's side should be Jinxiu, and the other one is naturally Ling Xiao.

Lin Ning wanted to withdraw his gaze immediately, but suddenly met a pair of vicious eyes.

The cultivator's subconscious shocked her. He smiled lightly and turned away without being surprised.

It seems that even as he grows older, Ling Xiao has not learned to behave. Staring at herself like this on such an occasion, anyone with eyes knows that there is something wrong with her.

Sure enough, Ling Xiao immediately stopped after receiving an unkind gaze from the witch girl, and Lin Ning no longer cared.

On the other side, the monks of the Western Regions stood silently, and Huishan stood behind Zhiwu, bowing his head and reciting the scriptures silently. Next to him was another monk who was dressed the same as him, and he was also clear-eyed, so he should be Huihe.

Near noon, the entrance to the Subodhi Secret Realm appeared above the sea of clouds, as if a huge scroll of paintings was slowly unfolding in the void.

Before Lin Ning could see the lake and mountains clearly, he felt a strong suction force and pulled himself towards the painting. The power was incomparable, and there was no power to resist.

Why so suddenly?

Lin Ning's heart jumped, and he reached out to grab Taihao Xianjun's sleeve, but through a phantom, he grabbed the void.

Will this secret realm separate those who enter?

Lin Ning didn't expect to encounter a tricky problem so soon, could it be that her only battle plan, to follow Taihao Immortal Monarch, would go bankrupt so quickly?

Lin Ning was pulled into the picture scroll with a hint of unwillingness, and the last remnant in the perspective was Taihao Xianjun raised his hand slightly, and said in her mind through the mantra of the word "listen":

"Don't panic. ”

Lin Ning's eyes were dark, all the light was taken away in an instant, and she only felt that she was going backwards, constantly tumbling, until she landed on the solid ground.

This is the bank of a large river, and the surging water flows from the sky to the eyes, and flows silently into the distance. It was quiet and empty, and the banks of the river were densely covered with very smooth pebbles washed by the river.

Lin Ning walked around, and she found that when she walked hundreds of miles on the riverbank, she would encounter transparent walls.

The river is also a forbidden place, and although you can see it, you can't go down it. The incantation of the word "listen" can't contact Taihao Xianjun.

What is this secret realm trying to do here?