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The sea of ​​clouds is billowing and the light is shining.

The monks who showed their aura left far away without any thought of getting close to the huge thing in the sky.

The large oar of the spiritual boat transformed into the light waves of the magic circle slowly swayed, as if it was not sailing on the clouds, but standing on the endless sea, breaking through the white waves and walking on the wind.

On the towering observation deck, there is a huge light basket.

The word "Yangcheng" was written in the letter.

The characters are woven with golden flowing lines, giving it a majestic feel like the mighty sun.

This is the handwriting of Master Yuyan.

The words are not pretty, but what these two words represent is extraordinary. Just like now, no spirit boat will break into Yangcheng's route, and no monk will set foot next to the spirit boat.

As for using spiritual consciousness to explore, that will never happen.

The person in charge of the large spiritual boat is the golden elixir monk.

Relying on a magic weapon like a large spiritual boat, one can withstand several monks of the same level, and even turn defeat into victory. To destroy a large spirit boat requires huge manpower and material resources.

"huge?"

The monk in black robes had questions in his eyes, and turned to look at the man in linen clothes drinking tea in the teahouse next to him.

"Of course it's huge."

"The large spirit boat is a magic weapon made of magic weapons. It is powered by spiritual stones inside. No matter how powerful you are at the same level, you can't break through this tortoise shell that can fight back."

"Do you know which Jindan monk is in charge of the line from Yangcheng to Wanfa Zongfang City?"

"Which one?"

"The fourth disciple of Master Yuyan." The gray-robed monk's words were not dignified, but they all knew how powerful they were, and there was no need for a strong tone to add weight.

The black-robed monk next to the table slapped the teacup on the table. The teacup only made a sound but did not break: "We invited two elders, but we can't stop Yue Yan, so we can only wait for him to die. Now on the spirit boat The people are about to arrive in Wanfafang City."

"Don't we have no chance?"

There was a smile on the faceless ghost's lips: "If I didn't stop them before they rushed to Yangcheng, I could only wait for such an opportunity. Just take action, it doesn't matter whether it succeeds or not."

"Then what's important?"

"Just do what the elders tell you." The faceless ghost finished the message transmission and taught him what he had prepared.

The black-robed monk frowned.

He really couldn't understand what those people were thinking.

In fact, it doesn't matter. Regardless of the elder's order, just for the sake of resources, we can intercept the people on the spirit boat. The risk can be big or small.

Three Jindan monks acted as bodyguards, and there were concealment talismans powerful enough to deceive the late Jindan monks. No wonder they were able to reach Yangcheng despite being chased and intercepted, and even took a spiritual boat to Wanfa Zongfang City.

The black-robed monk asked when the faceless ghost was about to walk out of the teahouse: "What is the origin of the man from Daheishan?"

The faceless ghost paused and left a sentence: "Who knows."

Afterwards, the person had blended into the monks in the street and disappeared.

Du Gong put away the tickets for boarding the spirit boat, and also did not stop at the teahouse. He left the tea money and walked across the threshold. The black robe on his body gradually turned into a blue-grey color, and his whole breath took on a new look.

…

The large spiritual boat slowly docked in the harbor.

The extended deck is connected to the harbor.

There are three decks, and at the bottom are the camel beasts of the merchant fleet, as well as the escorts escorting the goods, or the survival monks who cannot afford the spiritual stones and can only live on the bottom floor.

When the spirit boat docked at the port, they crowded around with the caravan carrying large and small packages. Although they also knew that this would not take much time, they still did not choose to wait quietly in the spirit boat.

"Three years."

A tall monk whispered softly.

They spent two years going to Yangcheng and heard about the news about Daheishan. Daheishan suffered heavy losses in that war. Fortunately, the basic resources were not damaged, but there was still a chance to regroup.

However, they will never be able to return to their peak.

Because that person is dead.

This is an unspeakable and huge blow to any monk in Daheishan. Today's Dahei Mountain has not fallen apart, just because the monks have not yet recovered from the war.

It’s not that they want to fight for power or become the new king of the Black Mountain to occupy huge resources.

Simply because no one is convincing anymore.

Nie Quanjiu can't do it, neither can he, Ma Lu, Wu Tou, Tun Chan, Ye Ling... these golden elixir monks can't do it either.

Jin Dan has been able to establish himself as the king of the mountain, but he has no way to convince the public.

Now, there is only one person they can follow.

Malu couldn't help but look at the figure walking in front of him.

The figure no longer looked as frail as before, but instead looked much taller.

It made Ma Lu feel that he seemed to see that person again.

Tushan Jinghong's cultivation is stable, his aura has reached the middle stage of foundation building, and there is no trace of emptiness.

The foundation between Qi training and foundation building was carefully arranged by Tu Shanjun. The exercises and techniques he practiced were combined by Tu Shanjun. With a lot of resources and Tu Shan Jinghong's talent, it didn't take long to practice. To the peak of foundation building.

Tu Shan Jinghong, who is now twenty years old, is wearing a black monk's robe. His dark red hair is just casually tied up with a scarf. His face is like a painting of mountains and rivers, with a straight center, which makes him stunning without any need to be sculpted.

The change in her hair happened in recent years. When she discovered that she had red hair, she didn't feel panic, but felt happy.

Memories are an endless road, and monks are more likely to be disturbed by the waves of their mind. Tushan Jinghong's consciousness moved, and the golden fist in the sea of ​​consciousness flickered slightly, suppressing all her thoughts.

His eyes were watching everything calmly.

Compared with the previous jump, it now looks a bit more stable.

It's just that there is always a touch of unclear emotion between her eyebrows.

The girl beside her, Long'er, said: "Your Highness, board the spiritual boat bound for Wanfa Sect. We will reach Wanfa Sect in more than a month. You can rest assured then."

Tu Shan Jinghong nodded slightly: "I still need to bother my aunt and Uncle Ma."

Malu quickly declined and said, "These are things that subordinates should do."

I don’t know when it started, but Uncle Malu no longer got along with her as an elder. Instead, he called himself a subordinate everywhere, and he lost the original feeling of closeness.

At first, Tushan Jinghong was confused, wondering if there was something she hadn't done well. Later, she figured out that Uncle Malu actually wanted her to return to Daheishan after completing her studies.

She is no longer a child.

Of course she must avenge herself, but she still needs to think carefully and carefully about letting her take over Daheishan.

Because Tushanjun had told her this problem more than once.

She not only wanted to listen to her father's words, pursue her own path, and embark on a different path of spiritual practice, but she also wanted to take over Dahei Mountain and become the new king. It was her home, and she didn't want to go back.

I spent the first half of my life and twenty years in Daheishan.

She didn't leave voluntarily, she was forced by the situation.

Tushan Jinghong will always remember that day.

That day, her family was destroyed.

She lost her father who she had depended on for twenty years and who loved her most.

She knew that if she hadn't been such a drag and followed her father's cultivation path, why would she have compromised and stayed in Daheishan? Everything was because of her. She was the one who dragged her father down...

To say they are dependent on each other is not an exaggeration at all.

Those thieves killed her father and took her life.

Tushan Jinghong murmured in his heart: 'Father said, don't rush but use patience. ’

‘My boxing skills are not yet good, and my cultivation is not enough. If I want to take revenge, I can only become a stronger monk. ’

Tushan Jinghong never thought of relying on anyone. With her talent, she didn't need to rely on other monks at all. As long as she was given some time, she was confident that she could become the top monk in the Xiaohuang Realm.

"Your Highness?"

"Don't worry, aunt, I'm fine." Tu Shan Jinghong returned calmly, lowering the bamboo hat on his head.

The most silent among them is Ye Ling Empress, she just quietly guards Tu Shan Jinghong. In the past, they really needed their attention, but in the past three years, Tushan Jinghong has been able to stand alone.

Malu also approached her about this matter, but she had no specific ideas about the future.

In the past, her Ye Ling was not the most outstanding one, and the same is true now.

Of course, these are all things for later. Nowadays, the situation of Wanfa Sect is unknown, and the pursuers are only temporarily freed. They have no other clue except to follow the path set by Tushanjun.

After staying in Fangshi for a few days, we finally waited for Wanfa Zongfangshi's spirit boat to set sail.

A medium-sized spirit boat was used between Fangshi and the sect, and the monks in charge were naturally only building foundations. The territory of Wanfa Sect covers a radius of one million, and the distance from Fangshi to the sect is already within the territory, so there is no need to take strict precautions.

Moreover, most of the people on the spirit boat were disciples of the Wanfa Sect, or monks who were taking the spirit boat to visit the Wanfa Sect, as well as envoys from various major sects.

Tu Shan Jinghong and his party were visiting monks.

As soon as the spirit boat left Fangshi, in the closed spirit cabin, Tu Shan suddenly opened his eyes, flew into the air and wrapped the black Taoist robe around his body, and his whole body was protected by the black Taoist robe.

Bang!

A huge aura came over him instantly.

"Your Highness, be careful!" Malu roared, and the magic shield bodyguard had already rushed up.

boom.

Two rays of light clashed.

Ma Lu was immediately thrown out and hit hard on the deck of the spirit boat.

The huge vibration not only woke up the monks who were resting on the spirit boat, but also caused the spirit boat, which was sailing normally, to tilt.

"Which dog entered?"

"Having eaten the courage of a bear and a leopard, you dare to run wild on the Wanfa Sect's spiritual boat!"

The roar of the Foundation Establishment monk came in the form of sound waves. Even if he touched the Jindan Grandmaster's aura, he was not afraid at all and still yelled: "Where did the wild cultivator come from?"

Tushan Jinghong's eyes stared at the person who made the move. He was a person wearing a blue-gray robe.

Du Gong smiled and said: "The response is good."

Immediately, his eyes caught sight of the three golden elixir monks, with their hands forming towers and seals.

"Legal domain."

"Ten Thousand Poisons Ancient Gu Valley."

When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength.

Although the girl was in the foundation-building stage, there were three monks in the early stage of the golden elixir standing beside her. Even he, Du Gong, had to be prepared and attack with all his strength.

They, the old and the young, cannot stand the trouble.

Those who could do anything would have died long ago.

If they, the lonely ghosts who have managed to survive, can retain some strength, they must retain some strength.