The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

"Is it hard to save a god?" Liang Yan murmured first, then chuckled again: "I can't help it!"

After he said a word, there was no hesitation on his face, and he immediately took a big step. According to the old Jin's words, he clung to the spiritual platform and Qi Luck Dantian, and then jumped, just like that to the shrine.

Strangely speaking, the shrine was obviously only the size of a lantern, but Liang Yan's body was in the air, but his entire body shrank unknowingly, and finally he really jumped in like this.

Hum!

There was a roar, Liang Yan had just entered the shrine, and there was a trance in his mind, and then a gentle force surrounded his whole body, making him lazy up and down, as if he didn't even want to use any strength.

Before he could react, this force supported him to fly into the sky again, trance as if the soul was out of his body, but the physical body was clearly still there.

This feeling was too weird, giving Liang Yan a dreamlike feeling, but he didn't have the strength to move a finger. In desperation, he had to guard the spirit stand tightly and keep the last point of clarity.

Just when he was in a daze, the whole person was wrapped in a transparent bubble, lightly floated out of the window of the hall, and flew above the thousands of white clouds outside.

It's just that Liang Yan is high in the sky, looking around at this moment, but seeing that everything around him loses its color. The original fairy palace jade column, colorful clouds and lone clouds, all turned into black and white. The mighty fairyland, at this time, was slowly unfolding in front of him like an ink painting.

"Why is there a black-and-white picture in my sight? Is this the technique of "Xuanyin Youxian"? Is it because I have already left my body and am heading to the Yin Cao Netherworld?"

There were countless questions in Liang Yan's mind, but his thinking became more and more sluggish, and a tiredness emerged, and even his eyelids could not be lifted.

Gradually, he didn't bother to think about it anymore, only at the last moment before closing his eyes, he seemed to see himself passing through a plaque nominated as "Hall of Clouds", flying into a magnificent palace, and seeing another one. A huge picture of landscapes.

..........

"Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi!"

An eager call awakened Liang Yan from the chaos. He lifted his drooping eyelids slightly, and felt the kind of weakness of collapse all over his body.

I saw that it was a very simple thatched house, with a sandalwood table in the room and an old teapot on the table. There was a lot of dust on it, which was obviously not used for a long time.

And at the moment, I was sitting cross-legged on a stone bed. Except for this table and a bed, there was no furniture in the room. It was simply monotonous and harsh.

"Is this already within the Shangjing Yuantu?"

Liang Yan murmured, many thoughts rushed into his mind, but his complexion changed drastically in the next moment, and he muttered to himself in a little astonishment: "Huh? Where's my spiritual power!"

It turned out that he had habitually mobilized the spiritual power in his body just now, but found that his meridians were hollow, and there was no trace of spiritual power left.

Not only that, even the physical power he is proud of has disappeared at this moment, and he can clearly perceive that he is no different from an average scholar with weak literature.

"how so!"

Liang Yan's heart is chaotic. He has never been afraid of encountering unknown dangers, but is afraid of losing his ability to resist danger. In the panic, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his waist until he started with a sword sheath that was as gentle as jade, and then he felt a little settled.

"Fortunately, the Dingguangjian is still with me."

Liang Yan looked down at the sword that was taken from the enemy's hands in the past, his heart gradually calmed down, and he began to secretly guess about this strange situation.

However, before he can figure out the current situation, the man outside the door shouted again: "Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi! Now when my clan is alive and dead, how long will your old man stay here to retreat!"

The person's voice was quick and excited, and Liang Yan in the room frowned secretly, and said in his heart: "Is there any other power here?"

"Lao Jin said that I only have three hours to find the remains of the Qing Emperor in the world in this painting. I can't neglect it at all! It is better to go out and find someone to find out about the world in this painting before making detailed plans! "

Having decided in his mind, Liang Yan jumped off the stone bed and walked towards the door of the thatched house.

Squeak!

The already decaying wooden door was slowly opened. Liang Yan glanced at the outside at random, but was surprised to see a thin little Taoist boy, who was keeping his knees on the ground at this moment, and kept kowtow towards the thatched house.

"Uncle Master!"

Seemingly hearing the sound of the wooden door being opened, the Dao Tong hurriedly raised his head with an agitated spirit all over his body. I saw blood on his forehead, apparently he had kowtow a lot before, and his cheeks were also stained with tears, and he looked sad and angry.

However, all these sadness and anger disappeared from his face the moment he saw Liang Yan, and replaced by an exciting excitement.

"Uncle Shi, you finally woke up from entering concentration!"

The Dao Tong shouted ~www.ltnovel.com~ while standing upright, his legs still kneeling, kneeling and crawling towards Liang Yan, "Hum!"

"what are you doing?"

Liang Yan's face changed slightly. He didn't react for a while, and was actually hugged his legs tightly by this person~www.ltnovel.com~. However, although he has lost his spiritual power now, the six senses are still there, and he just feels a little bit, and he knows the details of the Dao Tong in front of him.

"He has no spiritual power either! Just a mortal with good martial arts!" Liang Yan secretly said in his heart.

As soon as he thought of this, his heart was a little settled, but the Taoist boy at his feet seemed to have met a savior, holding Liang Yan's thigh and crying: "The evil spirits of the demon sect besieged our Kunwu Sword Sect. Try the sword platform, if you don’t leave the gate again, I’m afraid that the hundreds of years of inheritance of our clan will be completely cut off today!

Liang Yan frowned slightly after hearing this, and immediately shouted: "What Kunwu Sword Sect, what Master Uncle! You are talking nonsense..."

However, before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped. Xiao Dao Tong's eyes flashed with a look of doubt, and he couldn't help but raised his head to look towards Liang Yan, but he saw Liang Yan staring blankly at the gossip bronze mirror hanging on the door lintel. The incomprehensible color of the face.

"Uncle Shi, what's wrong with you?" Xiaodaotong asked curiously.

Liang Yan stood silently on the spot, and did not reply to Xiao Dao Tong, because he was also full of stormy seas at the moment.

I saw that above the lintel, reflected in the gossip mirror, was an elderly man with white beard and white hair in a Taoist robe!

"this is me?!"

Looking at the old face in the mirror, Liang Yan couldn't help but slam in his heart.