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Soon, they came to the place that the bird had said.

Smelling the aura emanating from above, Wang Chuan had to nod and admit that the fruits here were indeed far from those below that could be compared.

Especially along the way, Wang Chuan gradually found that there were obviously many more creatures above than at the foot of the mountain.

This also proves that what the bird said is true, people really don't look down on the things at the foot of the mountain, and they have to treat themselves as treasures, and they dig so much at once.

"There are a lot of fruit trees here, if you like it, you might as well dig a few and go. ”

Wang Chuan nodded and said to the bird, "Thank you." ”

After that, Wang Chuan bent his fingers and ejected, and a golden pill was sent to the bird, and the bird that was stimulated by the rich aura involuntarily opened its mouth, and a golden pill went down.

After eating this thing, he naturally understood the benefits of this thing, at least he was able to surpass his own hundred years of cultivation.

Wang Chuan was not hypocritical, with a wave of his hand, he pulled out dozens of fruit trees, stuffed them into the space of the magic circle, suddenly looked up at the top of the mountain, and said, "Little guy, what is on the top of this mountain?"

"Shangxian, you want to go to the top of the mountain?"

The bird was stunned for a moment, and then, the two wings swayed violently: "Don't go to the immortals, there are two very powerful monsters on the top of the mountain, I almost couldn't come back last time I went, it's better not to go to the immortals." ”

Wang Chuan smiled slightly, he can let the birds and sparrows in this immortal realm escape, even if there are monsters on the mountain, they will definitely not be powerful, he is a saint realm, and he is afraid of a fart.

Without saying much at the moment, he motioned for the birds to stay in place, while Wang Chuan dodged towards the top of the mountain.

"Go up to the immortals, oops, how can you really go up, it's very dangerous......"

The sound behind him became quieter and quieter, and Wang Chuan got closer and closer to the top of the mountain.

Along the way, Wang Chuan encountered many living beings, but few of them had cultivated to the level of the Golden Immortal, and none of them could be transformed into people.

The transformation of the demon race, one lies in cultivation, and the other lies in spiritual wisdom.

After walking for about two thousand miles, Wang Chuan finally sensed two 'powerful' breaths.

Of course, the word strong is only relatively speaking, if compared with that bird, these two breaths are really too powerful, they are already at the peak of the Golden Immortal, and they are about to enter the realm of Daluo.

But for Wang Chuan, if the creatures of this realm want to deal with it, it is a matter of waving his hand.

Originally, Wang Chuan was just planning to come up and gain knowledge, but now that he sensed the cultivation of these two breaths, Wang Chuan's little caution in his heart came out.

It is better to take this opportunity to see how the monks of the flood period and the monks of the Journey to the West period compare.

Walking all the way against the wind, Wang Chuan soon came to the place where the two breaths were located.

Buzhou Mountain is too big, and the place where these two breaths are located is just a drop in the ocean as far as Buzhou Mountain is concerned.

Wang Chuan's figure stayed in front of a thatched hut, sensing two breaths carefully, Wang Chuan said in a loud voice: "There are guests coming from afar, won't the two of you come out for a while?"

It wasn't that Wang Chuan looked down on these two, just now Wang Chuan's divine sense swept over the hut, and the two guys inside didn't react, and they didn't know if they didn't sense it or didn't dare to come out.

You must know that using this kind of divine sense to scan others is regarded as hostility and is an impolite behavior, which can't help but make Wang Chuan feel puzzled in his heart.

Now that Wang Chuan took the initiative to speak, there was a reaction in the thatched hut.

A man and a woman came out of the hut.

The man is handsome, and the woman is beautiful.

However, as soon as Wang Chuan saw this man, Wang Chuan under the mask, he couldn't help but gasp.

How can I meet acquaintances here?

The cold face like a knife is dressed in a cloth dress at the moment, but it is difficult to hide the nobility between the eyebrows, and the woman is a sinking fish and a goose, with a little purple light around her body, giving people a sense of elegance and peerlessness.

Wang Chuan now wears a mask on his face, causing the man to be confused.

"In Xia Yang Jian, dare to ask what the immortal is called, where to practice?"

The man arched his hand slightly and spoke.

Wang Chuan sighed.

Sure enough, it's this guy.

Yang Jian.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, when I came to the flood period, I met an acquaintance, it was actually Yang Jian, who was still in the realm of golden immortals!

The one next to him, calculating the time, should be Yang Jian's sister, the Third Virgin Yang Chan.

"Poor Dao Division. ”

Wang Chuan opened his mouth and said, anyway, Wang Chuan's two names are universal, and they are not deceiving Yang Jian.

"The poor road traveled all over the world, and when I arrived at Buzhou Mountain, I came up to travel around, but I met a Taoist friend. ”

Wang Chuan smiled slightly, but hidden under the mask, Yang Jian didn't see it.

However, Wang Chuan's words made Yang Jian stunned inexplicably: "Why does the immortal call himself a poor Taoist? What is a Taoist friend?"

"Huh?"

Wang Chuan was also stunned, Yang Jian didn't know what these two titles meant?

But looking back, Wang Chuan smiled bitterly.

This poor Taoist and Taoist friend is Hongjun's control of the creation of jade, after preaching in Zixiao Palace, it has only spread to the Three Realms, and now Yang Jian actually doesn't know the meaning of these two titles, which can be imagined.

Hongjun hasn't established the road yet!

Damn, it's a big deal.

The purpose of coming here was to collect the three souls and seven spirits of Di Jun, but when Di Jun died, it was the time for Emperor Jun to fall after the catastrophe of the Dragon and Han and the battle of the Lich.

Now, Hongjun has not yet established the Dao, that is, Hongjun himself has not become a saint, and it has been a long time since the catastrophe of Longhan.

This special spatial crack is too unreliable.

actually took Lao Tzu through such a long time.

However, looking back and thinking about it carefully, Wang Chuan was a little happy.

Hongjun has no path, that is to say, in this desolate world, the one who is currently cultivating to the highest is not a saint?

Isn't his current saint cultivation the highest in this desolate world?

Lao Tzu is invincible in the world!

"Well, this so-called poor Dao is actually a self-proclaimed one, and Daoyou is the name of my hometown for friends, it may be that the place where I practice is too far away from Buzhou Mountain, resulting in regional differences, so the name is different. ”

Wang Chuan had to bite the bullet and explain.

However, this far-fetched explanation made Yang Jian reluctantly accept it.

"Yes, I see. ”

Yang Jian nodded, as if he believed Wang Chuan's words, and then stretched out his hand to ask: "Then Daoist friend, please enter with Poor Dao, Poor Dao wants to discuss some cultivation matters with Daoist friends." ”

Wang Chuan nodded, but at the same time he was extremely emotional.

Flood world, mysterious place, people here, are they not even defenseless?

Faced with such a master with such a mysterious origin, Yang Jian actually invited himself so calmly, isn't he worried that he will do something to them? )