Lingzhou.

The mountain gate of the Qingdi Immortal Sect is located in the mountains and is composed of underground palaces built in the belly of mountains.

There are various strange statues and corpses enshrined in countless caves. The caves are connected by iron-locked bridges, and an extremely simple stone hall is built on the mountain wall.

Although this place belongs to Jiuzhou, it gives people the atmosphere of a wilderness.

The disciples of the Qingdi Immortal Sect are also different from other sects of the top ten immortal sects. They all look handsome and somewhat similar. It is precisely because of this feeling that they are separated from ordinary people. At first glance, they feel like they are full of evil spirits.

They are descendants of gods and demons. Although their bloodlines are extremely thin, they do have the blood of gods and demons on them, and are born different from mortals.

Therefore, only their lineage can practice the methods of the Qingdi Immortal Sect. The former Centus Taoist people could not practice the methods of the Qingdi Immortal Sect, and finally they merged with the demonic path to create another sect.

The disciple in a green robe walked through the steep stone steps to a statue of a grotto god and bowed to the ground.

"The Supreme Emperor of Green."

"Master Taixuan sent his disciple Wang Qilang to Yuezhou to form an alliance with Guanghan Palace."

Wang Qilang, the young leader of the Changsheng Immortal Sect, set out from Changjing in a swaying manner. The scene of him leading dozens of immortal children and three thousand heavenly soldiers towards Yuezhou was immediately spread here.

The man sitting cross-legged under the cave with a bit of evil spirit is the fourth generation of Qing Emperor's Immortal Sect.

Qingdi looked at the scene and the group was extremely swaying, as if they were afraid that others would not be able to find Wang Qilang.

He immediately sneered: "Just come out with such a big swagger?"

"This Master Taixuan treats me as a fool and uses Wang Qilang to lead us out."

"Zhong Yuanchi that idiot just died, how could I be fooled?"

The Qing Emperor was not fooled, not just because he thought it was a conspiracy.

But what can I do if I kill Wang Qilang, a young leader of the Immortal Sect? Can it reverse the overall situation or what can destroy the alliance with Guanghan Palace?

Master Taixuan is still there, and the Emperor of Fengdu is still there, and he cannot change anything at all.

The disciple asked carefully: "Or send someone to kill this Wang Qilang?"

The Qing Emperor looked at this disciple as if he was looking at a fool.

"Haha! I want to do it too."

"Huan Baibo couldn't kill him with the blood talisman and coffin lamp. Huan Haisheng himself was blocked by him."

"Who can I send to kill this Wang Qilang?"

Qingdi continued to ask: "Where is the Taishang Dao? What did Li Wenshou say?"

"He just watched it like this?"

Didn’t he watch this?

Of course, the thing about suffering losses and dying is to let others go, and it is absolutely impossible to let yourself go.

"The Lord of Taishang Dao has closed the mountain gate recently, and there is no movement. All the people we contacted with Taishang Dao were blocked."

After hearing this, Qingdi completely gave up his plan to take action.

Although the Qing Emperor decided not to take action, the Qing Emperor Immortal Sect still sent a lot of people to pay attention to the movements in Yuezhou throughout the process.

This will affect the situation in the entire Jiuzhou. If Guanghan Palace also falls to the Immortal Sect of Changsheng, then everything will be completely foregone conclusion-

Wang Qilang's trip this time can be said to have attracted the attention of the entire Jiuzhou.

A huge blue bird spreading its wings for dozens of meters dragged the sunset through the sea of ​​clouds, and behind it was a fairy chariot and magic carriage.

Dozens of thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys and girls, holding various ritual instruments on both sides of the fairy chariot as wide as a palace.

Three thousand heavenly soldiers and generals gathered into red clouds and guarded around the Dharma Lord.

Wang Qilang sat in the luxurious fairy chariot, wearing a white cloud and crane robe, a golden crown and jade hairpin, and a glazed white jade-like appearance and extraordinary temperament.

This style, this looks.

No one believes that he is not an immortal.

But at this moment, he was holding a hat, as if he wanted to put it on his head.

Paper girl Sun Shanshan was originally looking at Wang Qilang's side face and was ecstatic, but she didn't expect that this guy took out a dirty and broken hat and fiddled with it, instantly destroying the artistic conception.

She couldn't see it and frowned and declined.

"Don't hold your broken hat, a broken thing as a treasure."

"And this torn hat doesn't match your outfit at all, so don't take it out at this time."

Wang Qilang was unhappy: "Do you know what a man is? Do you know what a teenager's spirit is?"

"What kind of broken hat? Only when it is broken and old can it feel like vicissitudes, do you know?"

“There is no such feeling for new ones,”

"Wear it on your head, the heavy feeling of experiencing storms comes out in an instant.

Wang Qilang stood up, held the hat on his head, and pressed his hand on the edge.

At the same time, the sound cavity is transformed into a vicissitudes of magnetic sound: "Where there are people, there is a world of martial arts!"

Sun Shanshan looked outside and said, "Stop pretending."

"It's about to leave Yangzhou."

After hearing this, Wang Qilang immediately put away his hat and looked around carefully.

He wanted to see that the situation was not good, so he was ready to hide in Li Qiantian and shouted to save me.

He entered Yuezhou with fear, thinking that even if there were no immortals blocking the way, he would definitely be full of murderous intentions.

Unexpectedly, along the way, apart from his group, he didn't even see a single figure.

Wang Qilang passed through Yuezhou all the way and finally arrived at the shore of the sea where Guanghan Palace is located.

It was already dark by this time.

This was also what he had planned long ago, because the mountain gate of Guanghan Palace would not be opened during the day.

As night falls, a bright moon rises in the sky.

Under the moon wheel, a halo was gradually blew open at the end of the sky.

In the halo, a huge sacred tree is reflected.

The vast sea is full of sea, towering into the clouds.

This is the laurel sacred tree, a divine object left in the Middle Ages, and it is also the greatest foundation of Guanghan Palace.

Guanghan Immortal Palace and the mountain gate are above the laurel sacred tree.

Wang Qilang walked out of the fairy chariot, stood in front, and drove the blue bird and pulled the fairy chariot down the green clouds, heading towards the laurel tree in the halo.

As the Halo Gate opened, the disciples of Guanghan Palace also walked out. A group of women in gauze fairy clothes stood on the huge branches of the laurel tree, with their backs facing the sea and the bright moon, and pointed at Wang Qilang.

"Here's here!"

"This is Wang Qilang, the young master of the Immortal Sect! What a big style!"

"Don't look that powerful, just a hairless boy."

"How do you know it's hairless? Have you seen it?"

"You little girl, I'll bite you to death."

"Don't say it, I heard that the young master of the Changsheng Immortal Sect was a disciple that Master Taixuan only accepted after the Jiazi appointment."

"How is that possible? How many years have passed in the Jiazi Agreement? Wang Qilang is said to have no way to take him down, so how can he achieve this in a few years?"

A group of disciples from Guanghan Palace laughed and whispered, but when Wang Qilang was driving the blue bird and the red clouds gradually approaching, they immediately took a decent posture and lined up in front of the Halo Gate to greet Wang Qilang in an orderly queue.

Wang Qilang stood in front of the fairy chariot, and the blue bird's divine feathers pulled out clear lights in the air. He looked at the Guanghan Palace and immediately found that the mountain gate of the Guanghan Palace was not big and there were not many disciples.

It is indeed exactly the same as the legendary "Unborn", but at this moment he brought so many people, it is difficult to bring them in and settle them directly.

He immediately waved his hand: "The world in his sleeve."

The red clouds condensed by the three thousand heavenly soldiers and generals and the huge blue birds turned into the size of a palm and fell into his sleeves in the blink of an eye, as if a carry-on thing was put away.

With this wave, he put away the three thousand heavenly soldiers and the Blue Bird Fairy Chariot, leaving only dozens of fairy children and Yunma who were pulling boxes to follow him on the auspicious clouds.

He directly suppressed the disciples of Guanghan Palace. The disciples of Guanghan Palace immediately covered their mouths and whispered softly, and some people stared straight at them.

"What's this?"

"The Great Dao Immortal Art?"

"The rumors are really not lying."

Everyone looked at Wang Qilang and never dared to neglect or make fun of it. A person at the level of immortals and gods and mortals are simply two kinds of existences.

People who practice in the ordinary realm dare to play and make fun of it. If they are really immortals, even if they are quasi-immortals, they will immediately feel fear in their hearts.

The young Taoist also restrained the ruffian spirit on his body and turned into a humble young master with courtesy attitude.

He bowed with a trembling sleeve and bowed to the laurel tree to the end.
To be continued...