When Yang Junshan looked back, it happened that the man also stabilized his body and raised his head to look at Yang Junshan.

The moment the two looked at each other, the gaze of the later person froze slightly, and then returned to normal, looked around, and his eyes stayed on the child's body for a moment, and then he hesitated a little: "This is, Immortal Palace?"

Yang Junshan didn't speak, the kid swallowed the last bit of nuts, nodded and said with big eyes: "Yes!"

"Then ......," the monk looked at the small walled courtyard around him.

The child didn't raise his head, stretched out his hand in the direction of Yang Junshan, and said, "Just go out from here!"

The monk's gaze looked at Yang Junshan again, because the direction Yang Junshan was walking in at this time was the exit of this place that looked like a small courtyard.

"In Xia Jia Dong, I don't know what to call you?" the monk smiled at Yang Junshan.

Yang Junshan always felt that this person's smile was a little fake, and he also raised his hand slightly, and said, "My surname is Yang, and I have seen Jia Daoyou." ”

Jia Dongzhen came to Yang Junshan in three steps and two steps, and asked: "Jia is the first time to come to this immortal palace, I wonder if Yang Daoyou can give me one or two?"

Yang Junshan glanced at the child with an undetectable glance, but found that he didn't look here at all, so he smiled and said: "Don't hide it from Daoyou, it's the first time I've come to this fairy palace, and it's also a black eye, and I don't know as much as Jia Daoyou." ”

Yang Junshan opened the door of the small courtyard as he spoke, and he was about to step out with his legs.

Seeing this, Jia Dongzhen hurriedly shouted: "Yang Daoyou, wait for me ......"

When he stepped out, he suddenly felt the power of space when entering and exiting the secret realm, Yang Junshan suddenly turned around and found that there was a small grotto behind him, but there was an extinguished oil lamp in the grotto, and where was there a space portal, and Jia Dong Zhenren was gone.

Thinking of the process of entering and exiting the Immortal Palace that he had asked Guantao Ancestor for advice at the beginning, these things Ziyuan Dao Ancestor had never talked to him, Yang Junshan's eyes moved, and the soul-transformed spiritual consciousness separated a wisp and wrapped it around the oil lamp, and then the oil lamp that was originally extinguished actually gradually flickered with a faint light, but this light was dying, and it looked as if it would be extinguished at any time.

Yang Junshan found a crystal brick in the storage magic weapon and baked it on the bean-sized flame, the crystal brick actually began to melt like a wax stone, and a drop of spiritual liquid dripped into the lamp of the oil lamp, and soon the whole crystal brick was completely melted, and with the supply of the spiritual liquid melted by the crystal brick, the original bean-sized flame also became larger, and the half-inch-long flame jumped even a little more spiritual.

Yang Junshan smiled slightly, and once again took out a crystal brick from the storage magic weapon and began to bake it on the fire, this time the speed of melting the crystal brick was much faster, but the flame did not increase, it was still half an inch long, but it jumped more and more happily.

After Yang Junshan melted the third crystal brick, the spiritual liquid had already filled the lamp, and Yang Junshan muttered to himself: "Three crystal bricks are three days, and entering and exiting the Immortal Palace is really burning money!"

The Immortal Palace is a gathering place for high-level cultivators in the cultivation world, and the threshold for monks who can enter here must be at least above the Tiangang Realm, and the spiritual liquid soul lamp of the Tiangang Realm monks can only last for a day at most, and it is useless to melt more crystal bricks, but Yang Junshan, who is a monk of the Taigang Realm, can stay in the Immortal Palace for three days, and when the time of three days is up, the spiritual liquid in the lamp is burned dry, he must leave the Immortal Palace, and the next time he enters can only be a month later, and the Tiangang monk will only have a chance once in three months.

Yang Junshan turned around and walked out, but the space under his feet was extending with his footsteps, and soon a towering archway appeared in the sky, as if surrounded by spiritual mist appeared in his sight, and he could even see the three big characters "Nantianmen" in the middle of the archway in the swirling clouds!

This is the place where the monks below the Dao realm can gather in the Immortal Palace, as for the monks above the Dao realm, according to Guantao Ancestor, they generally gather in the Guanghan Palace, as for where the Guanghan Palace is, Yang Junshan does not know, but he knows that the Dao Realm Ancestor can also enter and exit the Nantian Gate.

Yang Junshan turned around and looked back, only a dozen steps away, but he could no longer see the grotto behind him and the soul lamp left in the grotto, he could only know the general direction of the soul lamp by virtue of the meaning in the dark.

Yang Junshan knew that this should be a kind of spatial supernatural power in the formation of the application, through the codex of Cangxuan Ancestor, he could generally determine that this should be a kind of evolution of the spatial supernatural power that had been delayed for a long time, don't look at the distance that he only walked out of a dozen steps, but when he took every step, there was a spatial power extending around him, and the actual distance had already been stretched out for a long time.

The huge archway of Nantianmen was already above his head, Yang Junshan glanced at the opposite side of the archway, but he couldn't see anything, he took a deep breath and walked under the archway.

Surrounded by the power of space, the scene in front of him suddenly changed greatly, a neatly planned Fang Market appeared in front of Yang Junshan, there were not too many monks coming and going in the Fang Market, and it didn't seem to be very prosperous, but whenever a monk appeared, the body was rippling with Tiangang, Taigang's cultivation fluctuations.

At the same time that Yang Junshan stepped into the Nantian Gate, there were other monks who passed through his side and entered the Fang City, and at the same time, there were also monks who walked from the Fang Market and walked out of the Nantian Gate from his side.

Most of these monks did not communicate with each other, Yang Junshan stood at the gate of Fang Market and blocked the way, some monks just walked past him, and some looked up at him expressionlessly, but no one said anything to remind him.

It wasn't until a moment passed that Yang Junshan slowly breathed a sigh of relief, his originally stiff face eased down, and he walked towards the market, but at this time, most of his energy was already in the dantian.

"What just happened?"

On top of the giant peak, Yang Junshan's soul consciousness condensed into his original appearance, and he asked as he looked at the pangolin crawling on the ground.

And right next to the pangolin, the remnants that had already repaired most of the rifts were still trembling slightly.

In fact, the moment Yang Junshan stepped into the South Heavenly Gate, the entire remnant began to tremble violently, if it weren't for Yang Junshan and the Instrument Spirit Pangolin to suppress and contain it, the remnant itself would have pulled itself out from the top of the Heavenly Giant Peak.

The moment Yang Junshan entered the Nantian Gate, ninety percent of the true yuan of his whole body was mobilized to suppress the remnants, so that he could only stand motionless at the Nantian Gate as if he had been shocked when he entered the Immortal Palace for the first time.

"It's a summoning, something is summoning the body!" whispered the pangolin, its body shaking as well.

"Are you scared? What is it that summons again?" Yang Junshan asked with a frown.

"I don't know, but that kind of summoning brought me a lot of danger, as if I was going to be crushed to pieces, which is why I tried my best to help you suppress the ontology at that time, otherwise I should have tended to follow the instincts of the ontology. ”

Yang Junshan's brows furrowed even tighter, and he asked again, "Can you sense where the summoning is coming from?"

The pangolin hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Unless you let go of the main body and let the main body find it on its own, or if you inadvertently approach the source of summoning, I can't guide you." ”

"It should be a space barrier!"

Yang Junshan seemed to understand, but at the same time, he could almost confirm that the kind of thing that had a super strong sense of the remnant should exist in the Immortal Palace, but what made him still wonder was that even the half-cut remnant on Zhang Yueming's body had never brought such a strong summoning to the machine spirit and the body, what was in this Immortal Palace?......

Jia Dongzhen saw Yang Junshan step out of the small courtyard, and hurriedly caught up with him and followed in addition to the small courtyard, but in addition to an uncolored space in front of him, there was no trace of Yang Junshan.

"Bastard!"

Jia Dongzhen scolded secretly, glanced ahead but couldn't discern the direction at all, and suddenly turned around only to see a two-foot-high grotto and a extinguished oil lamp in the grotto.

Jia Dong Zhenren looked around vigilantly, but found that in addition to this small grotto, there was only a tall archway hidden in the clouds and mist in the far distance.

Jia Dongzhen stretched out his hand to take the oil lamp on the grotto, thought about it and stopped, but first slowly leaned towards the oil lamp with his spiritual sense, everything around him felt weird, he needed to test whether this thing was in danger first.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when the spiritual sense touched the oil lamp, a violent sudden came from his brain, Jia Dongzhen was shocked, and was about to withdraw his spiritual sense, but suddenly a tearing pain came, and a wisp of his spiritual sense was actually forcibly torn and swallowed up.

Jia Dong Zhenren's pale face was now pale because of the sharp pain of the spiritual consciousness tearing, he looked at the oil lamp in front of him and took two steps back with some horror, only to find that the oil lamp actually lit up a little bean-sized light at some point, and the light gave him an unusually familiar feeling, and he almost immediately confirmed that the light was burning probably the trace of soul consciousness that cut him off.

Can't stay here!

Jia Dongzhen's heart was even more fearful, he glanced around again, there was nothing around except the archway looming in the clouds in the distance, he could only walk quickly in the direction of the archway.

The archway is getting closer and closer, and the grotto behind him and the oil lamp burning with big sparks have long been gone, which makes Jia Dongzhen breathe a sigh of relief, and when he came to the outside of the archway, he saw the three big characters of "Nantianmen" engraved on the archway, hesitated for a moment and also walked in.

The space world changed, and Nantianmen Fang City appeared in front of Jia Dong Zhenren, looking at the monks who came and went in the Fang City, Jia Dong Zhenren finally completely relieved his heart, and secretly said that this should be the real place of the Immortal Palace.

However, just as he had just taken two steps towards the Fang City, Jia Dong Zhenren's face suddenly turned from pale to pale, and a sharp pain that was far more painful than the previous tearing spiritual consciousness made him a Taigang real person actually scream, and the monks who were walking back and forth in the Fang Market in the distance heard the sound and glanced at the way the screams came, and saw Jia Dong Zhenren staggering with his hands on his head and turning around and rushing out of the Nantian Gate, so they showed pity one by one. Sympathetic or playful glances, and even chuckling whispers in some cases.

"Oh, finally see another one!"

"Poor fellow, eighty percent is a casual cultivator!"

"Come back in a month!"

"I'm afraid he still hasn't figured it out after a month......"