"These 100,000 mountains are so vast. If we don't have this map of the Half-Faced Demon, it would be difficult for us to find where the Yamatian is even if we arrive."

In the clouds in the sky, a layer of white cloud treasure tent was shrouded outside the Demon King Lotus Platform. Luo Bei held a sheepskin map and looked at the continuous mountains below, saying to Caishu and Nalan Ruoxue beside him.

One hundred thousand mountains start from Qinzhou in the east and end at Quyue in the west, and stretch across several states, with five million acres of mountains and forests. It is now setting sun. Looking down from the clouds at high altitude, I saw countless hills rising and falling, and many of them stood tall and towering into the clouds. The golden sunset dyed the west side of all the peaks golden, and it looked like there were 100,000 hills, and there was no end at all.

Such mountains and forests that stretch across several states are wider than any mountain range seen in Luobei in the past. Even if Shu Mountain is placed in a hundred thousand mountains, it can only occupy a small corner.

"This kind of place is somewhat similar to Luofu. No wonder there is no famous mountain sect in such a vast forest."

At this time, the 100,000 mountains were also in a barbarian land for the states of the Central Plains. Moreover, Luobei, who was on the Demon King Lotus Platform, looked down and saw white light flashing in many mountains and forests, clouds and mist, and many red and yellow colors covered with them. He couldn't help but feel aroused his heart.

Luobei could see that the white light in the mountains and forests were all streams and rivers, which seemed to have sufficient water vapor, while the red and yellow colors that could be seen everywhere were all thick miasma.

Obviously, even in this endless mountain, even if there is a place with abundant spiritual energy, the spiritual energy is as mixed as Luofu, so it is not taken by many mysterious gates.

Luo Bei lowered his head and looked at the map in his hand carefully. He saw that it read: "More than two hundred miles from east to west, Tongtian Mountain is called Tongtian Mountain. The mountain has two peaks, the light top of the left peak, and the sky lake on the right peak..."

"It should be those two peaks." Luo Bei looked around and saw the two peaks, which were exactly the same as the one described on the map.

As Luobei thought, the demon king Lotus Platform flew silently toward the two peaks in the package of the White Cloud Treasure Treasure. As they got closer, they saw that the two peaks of Tongtian Mountain were quite steep, all of which were cliffs and halfway up the mountain were full of pine trees, vigorous and upright, surrounded by white air, and looked very artistic.

According to the map, Luobei indeed saw that in the valley of the mountain peak on the right, there was a mirror-like sky lake, which was at least tens of acres of land. The lake water was clear, and there were many dark green bamboos growing by the lake, and there were no figures, but you could vaguely see pavilions and towers made of pine trees. In one of the bamboo forests, a wooden corridor even extended to the center of the lake, as if someone was using it to get water at the center of the lake or take a walk to the heart.

"kindness?"

Luo Bei was very happy when he saw this Tianhu, because according to the map instructions of the Half-Side Demon, Ye Motian was very likely to live here. He heard from the Black Wind Ancestor and the Half-Side Demon that Ye Motian was extremely quirky in nature and did not like to meet people. And as long as he looked at the Bigenshan people, Luo Bei knew that these fools had any quirks. So Luo Bei thought not to put down the demon king lotus platform and angered him. He was about to put away the demon king lotus platform, but at this moment, many rays of different colors appeared in his sight.

Many bright lights of different colors are coming from the western sky, and are getting closer and closer to Luobei's location, and it seems that they are also rushing towards Tongtian Mountain.

When the distance was approaching, Luobei, Nalan Ruoxue and Caishu could see clearly that there were about 30 monks flying over, the first of which were a middle-aged man in a silver robe and a young man in a bright yellow brocade dress.

The middle-aged man in a silver robe had a long figure and a gloomy face, while the young man in a bright yellow brocade dress had a domineering look. The young man's ambition was somewhat similar to the aura of many Kunlun disciples before, and he had a feeling of not taking others into consideration. The more than thirty monks behind these two people were all monks wearing green striped clothes. The clothes of these people were all two pieces of upper and lower, with collars, sleeves and buttons, which were completely different from the clothes of ordinary Taoist Xuanmen. Luobei and Nalan Ruoxue, Caishu, looked at them at first sight and saw the various colors of lights, which were emitted by flying insects on the feet of these people.

The commanders under these people were not magic weapons or flying swords, but flying insects of different sizes.

Like the first two people, the middle-aged man in a silver robe was a silver centipede with wings, about one meter long. The young man in a bright yellow brocade dress was a round flying insect like a golden beetle.

The flying speed of these flying insects seems to be no less than that of flying swords. Judging from the bright light emitted by their bodies, these flying insects seem to have been refined by some techniques of refining insects. I just don’t know if there are any other magical things besides being able to fly in the air.

"Can you tell what these people are from?" Luo Bei condensed his voice into a thread and entered Nalan Ruoxue's ears.

These flying insects like magic weapons did not surprise Luo Bei, but the magic power fluctuations on the two people at the beginning made Luo Bei's heart move. The magic power fluctuations on the two people were not weak. The young man in bright yellow brocade seemed to have the late stage of the Golden Pill, and the middle-aged man in silver robe seemed to have the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

Nalan Ruoxue quickly shook her head. Although her knowledge was much higher than Luobei and Caishu, and she knew about most sects in the world, she could not see these people.

In this moment, these monks who were commanding the flying insects had already approached the top of the Tianhu Lake. It was obvious that these people also came for the Yamatian.

"Look first and then talk about it."

Luo Bei sent the voice into Caishu and Nalan Ruoxue's ears. Caishu and Nalan Ruoxue also had the same thoughts and nodded.

Just as the three of them were talking, they saw that the monks had stopped and had rectified their clothes. Under the leadership of the first two, they all descended to the lake of the sky.

After a young man wearing a bright yellow brocade dress and looking a little arrogant, he suddenly said loudly: "North Vietnamese Prince Ruan Mingsheng, come to pay homage to Senior Yemotian."

"The Prince of North Vietnam? This person is actually the Prince of North Vietnam. No wonder he can't tell the history."

As soon as the young man left, Luo Bei and others were stunned. North Vietnam is a small country on the border of Qu Yue, and its national strength has been strong in the past century. In ordinary dynasties, there are also cultivators, but they have no intersection with most Xuanmen in the world. So just like the Venerable Poison Dragon, although their cultivation is high, not many cultivators know it, so Nalan Ruoxue could not see the origin of these people.

The voice of the young man standing on the lake was heard from afar, but there was silence around the lakeside without any echo.

The young man in the bright yellow brocade dress jumped, paused for a moment, and said it again, but it was still sank to the sea and no one responded. There was no reply at this second time, and the boy in the brocade dress suddenly flashed with an unhappy expression on his face, "North Vietnamese Prince Ruan Mingsheng, come to pay homage to Senior Yemotian!" The boy in the brocade dress said again, but this time, the boy in the brocade dress had no words, and the valley seemed to be thunder, which made the lake water bulge, and the mountains and the attics by the lake were shaking waves.

But there was still no response in the valley.

The face of the young man in Jinyi became completely gloomy. "It seems that I have recognized the wrong place. It seems that this place is not the residence of Senior Yemotian. However, these trees and houses look good. Since there is no owner, I will demolish them and move them back."

"Abide by the order!"

More than thirty monks behind the brocade boy bowed their bodies. The prince of North Vietnam ordered the trees and houses in this place to be removed, but as these people were in action, some flying insects under their seats spewed out of their mouths, as if they were to burn all these places to ashes.

"Who said there is no owner here?"

At this moment, an old man in blue cloth suddenly appeared on one end of the wooden corridor that reached into the lake. "But my master doesn't want to see you, please leave quickly, don't hinder my master from practicing."

The old man dressed in a local Zhuang tribe, and his accent was also the local Zhuang tribe. His magic power fluctuations were quite strong, and he had the cultivation level of the late stage of the Golden Pill.

"oh?"

The young man in brocade looked at the old man and his eyes flashed, "So, this place is the residence of Senior Yemotian? Since that's the case, please inform your master that it was Ruan Mingsheng, the Prince of North Vietnam, who asked for a meeting. He wanted to invite Senior Yemotian to go to my North Vietnam to treat my father. As long as my father can be cured, any treasures in my North Vietnam will be chosen by Senior Yemotian."

"My master has rules. Those who don't like will not be cured, and those who are not cured except friends will not be cured. Moreover, my master has already said that if you don't want to see you, you can leave quickly. No need to say more." The old man dressed in a local Zhuang tribe shook his head and said.

The young man in brocade looked dark: "Pretending to be a ghost! I respect you as a senior, who is so respectful to you. Ye Motian, it would be fine if you don't want to heal you. He didn't show up and asked such an old servant to tell me. You don't take us seriously."

"Yamatian, you should speak by yourself!" As soon as Ruan Mingsheng finished speaking, the middle-aged man in a silver robe next to him also smiled gloomyly and raised his hand at the old man in blue clothes.

"Huh? What magic weapon is this person using?"

Luobei and Nalan Ruoxue, Caishu's eyes shook at the same time.

The middle-aged man in a silver robe raised his hand, Luo Bei and Nalan Ruoxue and Caishu felt a wave of magic power, as if they had sacrificed some magic weapon. The old man in blue clothes did not react slowly, and a circle of red light was immediately drawn in front of him, but no light or shadow was seen. It seemed that the middle-aged man in a silver robe just raised his hand, and the old man trembled violently. The red light in front of him disappeared, and was suddenly caught by the middle-aged man in a silver robe and grabbed it in his hand.
Chapter completed!