After two hours of flight, Xu Lin gradually approached a mountain that was only about five or six hundred zhang high. Without the fighting sage's desire to fight to control him, he even flew much slower. At this time, Xuanyuan Jian had already disappeared somewhere, but Xu Lin could feel that thousands of miles behind him, dozens of powerful auras of varying degrees were approaching here, and in it, he felt the aura of Tiangui and Taixu and the tiger.

Xu Lin's face was solemn, his mind was as calm as water at the moment, and on the way to the mountain peak, Xu Lin walked down the void, down-to-earth, like a pilgrimage, walking towards the mountain peak step by step.

That mountain peak was only five or six hundred zhang high, but in Xu Lin's eyes, it was like an optimus pillar, supporting the sky and stepping on the earth, in his eyes, only this mountain peak was left at this moment.

The surrounding environment has become a terrible color by this time, with low grass and old trees that are still like pillars after being broken. A little farther away, there was a large open space, a black clearing, as if it was ashes left behind after the fire, which was shocking.

Even, Xu Lin saw a palace with only half of it left in an ancient forest with only bare branches and scorched black, and next to it was a ruined wall. On top of the broken wall, shocking holes are released, as if they are silently complaining about the scenery they once had thousands of years ago.

Xu Lin walked in step by step, his steps became slower and slower, his eyes swept around, and a heavy feeling suddenly surged in his heart. He already knew that the mountain in his sight had had countless glories thousands of years ago. In that magnificent era, it once became a holy place that millions of people yearned for.

Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, this is its name, a name that only needs to be said to make countless people look forward to it. It is also a place where the great sage of war fights, sinks, and is confused. And at this moment, it was in Xu Lin's sight.

The heaviness in Xu Lin's heart comes from the broken walls in the surrounding environment, as well as the black marks on the ground like scars. He could see that the black marks were actually burned by the fire. If there was no fire burning there, it must have been a beautiful palace or a fine house, Xu Lin thought in his heart.

In the visual inspection, Xu Lin knew the distance between him and Fangcun Mountain at the moment, more than five hundred miles, this distance in normal times, he only needed half a pillar of incense to arrive, but at this time, Xu Lin did not dare, and did not want to go too fast. Or it can be said that he was influenced by the idea of the Great Sage of Fighting, and Fang Cun Mountain has become a holy place in his heart, and he is going on a pilgrimage at this moment.

What's more, as Xu Lin walked, he had already felt that there were several extremely terrifying auras faintly emanating from several places on Fangcun Mountain. These breaths were several times stronger than the breath he had once on the Ancient Emperor, and he believed that if these breaths completely burst out, he would definitely die very ugly in the first place.

So he was very cautious and determined. Between these breaths, he also felt that there was an extremely thick breath quietly emanating from the mountains of Fangcun Mountain, and this breath made him feel very familiar, like a friend who had not seen him for several years, and he could recognize it at a glance after meeting again. However, after Xu Lin tried hard to think about it several times, he still didn't find out when he had been to Fangcun Mountain.

In addition, the fragments of the five-page Book of Sealed Gods in Xu Lin's mind were trembling slightly, telling Xu Lin that the fragments of the sixth page were not far from him. This is the main purpose of his coming here, and it is something he must get, so no matter how terrifying the existence is, Xu Lin can only walk in hard, until he gets the fragment of the page.

Another half an hour later, Xu Lin had already walked less than a hundred miles away from Fangcun Mountain, and along the way, he saw many ancient forests, pieces of broken walls standing upright, full of a decadent atmosphere.

The grandeur of the past and the glory of the past have completely disappeared in these remnants at this moment. The reputation of Fangcun Mountain, as tens of thousands of years have passed, has also changed only to exist in the foundation and in books. Like Xu Lin, the newcomers of their generation, and even extended to Su Mingyue, Duanmu Qingfan, and their generation, if they didn't look at the foundation, they might not know the three words Fangcun Mountain, nor would they know the meaning and glory of these three words.

Thousands of miles behind him, dozens of rays of light fell from the sky one after another, revealing their respective figures after falling to the earth. The pale-faced Emperor Taikoo, the headless Tiangong clan on his neck, the desolate divine beast with a fierce aura on his head, and a bronze-colored coffin.

Xu Lin clearly felt their presence, but he didn't look back. At this time, his mind had already been replaced by Fang Cun Mountain in his pupils. At this moment, in his induction, he felt a call from the inner center of Fangcun Mountain. This call is incomparably cordial, as if an uncle or elder is greeting him carefully.

Xu Lin noticed that at the same moment that he had just sensed this call, there was a sudden heat in his body, and then the blood in his veins began to boil. At the same time, the sundial that had been entrenched in his Xuan Palace also seemed to notice something at this time, and a faint light began to flicker on his body, and Xu Lin even noticed that the sundial was trembling slightly.

This time, Xu Lin was not confused. He knew that this should be the remaining half of Fang Cun Mountain's Dao Sect calling him. Under the ancient Bodhi tree, he once accepted the Taoism of Fangcun Mountain, but only half of it was obtained. Now that he had walked in front of Fangcun Mountain, the other half of the Dao Sect had sensed his arrival, so they called out to him.

"I'm coming!" Xu Lin didn't stop, his lips moved slightly, and three shallow moans came out of his mouth. There was a faint glow in his eyes, focused and solemn. Step by step, in less than two pillars of incense, he walked to a square.

The square of 100 acres, the originally flat ground, is now full of hills and ravines, and the thick cracks are like wounds on the earth. The bottomless huge pits seemed to tell Xu Lin what happened here thousands of years ago.

This is a place full of legends, and Xu Lin knows this deeply. So after walking up to this square, his expression became religious.

At the end of the square, there is a row of steps leading to the sky, which are not made of imaginary white jade, but ordinary stones, large or small, leading straight to the top of Fangcun Mountain in rows.

On the left side of the entrance of the stairs, there is a strange stone two people high, not square or round, but it is extremely stable. On the side that Xu Lin was looking at, although it had gone through tens of millions of years, it was still as smooth as a mirror, and there was no damage in the slightest, and there were five words composed of flowers, birds, fish and insects written on it: "Fangcun Mountain Dojo"!

(PS: Yesterday was a shameless break, you beat it, I won't fight back!)