Crossing the passage connecting each other can be regarded as a complete ascent to the Ten Heavens.

This piece of heaven and earth, existing in the supreme starry sky, boundless, like a real big world, full of constellations with breath, except for the lack of people, everything else, even if it is a corner, if it is placed in the lower realm, I am afraid that it is a blessed land that the monks want to occupy even if they squeeze their heads.

Surrounded by mountains, but those are out of reach, after crossing the gate of heaven, the vision of the wind is completely opened, and there is this huge desert in the north of this place. But to the west, on the other hand, is the endless sea.

The desert and the sea are intertwined, the sparkling glass, and countless gravel are scattered in the middle of the two, like a broad road to Xianqiong, which looks particularly dazzling, and even makes the wind clear to the point of lingering.

As an earthling, he naturally has a different appreciation for beauty, especially now, when he looks at these beautiful, almost indescribable beauties, his first thought is not to meet his master, but to take Emperor Xianxian and others to have a good life.

Not only that, but if you look closely, you will inevitably find that this golden desert and the blue sea are not really so.

The desert is reflected by the sunlight of the sky, the power of the special rules of the United Kingdom, projected on the back, thus forming the color of the desert, in fact, when you really step on it, you will find that the foot is not gravel, but the soft earth, the west, it is even more magical, the sea is not like the sea, in fact, it is just a thick halo spread on the ground, condensed together, like the earth steaming, so that from a distance, this is a rushing sea.

The constant halo collision will build this place into a world of immortals, the wind is clear and sunny is just the first time to arrive, and he is already a little unable to move, not that he is tired, but he really doesn't want to leave, the so-called beautiful food is exactly like this.

The moment of distraction, from the foot of the avenue suddenly derived a silver avenue about three zhang wide, as if the rainbow from the end of the sky washed out, when to the wind Qingyang feet, the instant blue waves to the west of the sea turbulence, even if it is the north of the gravel, is also like the overturning of the sky, inverted, diffuse out layers of psychedelic light and shadow.

There was a roar, and the wind lifted his feet up, and when he appeared on the silver avenue, suddenly, a strong wind howled in his ears, just the road to the center.

In the center of the Ten Heavens, as he watched with his heavenly eyes, there was only one large hall, which was entrenched alone, and I don't know when it began, and several senior brothers who were originally backward were standing at the door of the main hall.

Looking at his eyes full of contempt, the wind was clear and embarrassed, and he touched his nose in embarrassment, he should have been the second person to arrive after Qianyanli, but he never thought of coveting the beautiful scenery on the way and delaying the hour.

"You're still the first person to keep your master waiting for so long. Mo Qianxiao snorted coldly, looking at the wind Qingyang, her face was covered with frost, but she still hasn't let go, as long as she thinks of Feng Qingyang's joke, she is furious, although she finds that the more angry she is, the more treacherous the laughter of several junior brothers becomes.

That feeling of wanting to hide made her heart fire, at this time, seeing that Feng Qingyang was lagging behind everyone, she naturally wanted to strike at her, but what she said was also good, the person who can make the Holy Venerable wait, in the whole world, can be said to be only the wind Qingyang, not to mention that there is no one who will come later, but it can be regarded as unprecedented.

Soon, the wind came to everyone's side, standing quietly, looking at the hall like the mouth of a giant beast, it was so black that it was impossible to see a single star, this place was not only isolated from the divine sense, but also isolated from the supernatural power.

"Why don't you go in quickly?" Seeing that the wind was clear and in a daze, Mo Qianxiao kicked her ass for no reason, and her spicy appearance was worthy of her fiery temper.

Feng Qingyang nodded, and at the moment when he was about to suffer the footboard, he passed through in the roar, and sank into the deepest part of the main hall.

The mountain is the mountain, the water is the water, the water revolves around the mountain, the mountain and the water depend on each other, if the periphery of the ten heavens is the fairyland cave of heaven and blessed land, then the scene that appears in front of the wind at this moment is an ordinary mountain village that can no longer be ordinary.

At the end of his eyes, on the side of the stream drinking, sat an old man, who was holding a fishing rod and was concentrating on fishing.

The arrival of the clear wind did not attract his attention, as if he ignored it, and there was no sharp hook on his fishing line, let alone bait, only a delicate and transparent line.

"You're here?" said him after half a day, without looking back, in a flat tone, as if asking something inconsequential.

As he spoke, the fishing rod in his hand shook, and a golden carp four fingers wide fell, and his originally calm face instantly appeared happy.

"You have a relationship with me, so I will give you a creation. He held the carp and muttered to himself, then threw it into the air, and with a slight tap of his fingertips, a breath that the wind could not understand but was incomparably familiar suddenly diffused.

Within a moment, the glory was magnificent, and the carp in the air turned into a boy with clear eyebrows.

"Meet His Holiness!" he respectfully kowtowed in the air, and then descended into the air, standing quietly beside the old man, his clear eyes were like white paper, and he was looking at Feng Qingyang attentively, and it could be seen that he was a little afraid of Feng Qingyang.

"Master!" Feng Qingyang knelt down, kowtowed to him slightly, and then stood up, and also walked to look at his side, silently lowering his hands.

"Why haven't you come until now?" the old man's tone was obviously a little displeased, and he didn't even look at Feng Qingyang.

"Shicai is greedy for the scenery on the way, so after a little delay, I hope that the master will not go to his heart. Feng Qingyang quickly explained.

For the people in front of him, he has great respect, just like the ghost king, in his eyes, he is a teacher for one day and a father for life.

Moreover, this old man, who seems to be unsightly, is the absolute master of the spiritual realm and heavenly dao, whether it is strength or identity, he is worthy of Feng Qingyang's respect.

"Hmph, if everyone drags like you, wouldn't the world be chaotic? Beautiful scenery suddenly exists, but we must also distinguish the reality, what is the mainstream, don't be confused by ordinary things. ”

The so-called speaker has no intention of listening to the heart, as soon as these words came out, Feng Qingyang was shocked, and suddenly understood, I am afraid that his cheap master is indeed angry, thinking back to Shicai, he is obviously at a speed after a thousand deaths, but he is the last to land here.