Behind the main hall of Ziyan Temple.

Ahead are cliffs.

The clouds and mist lingered, making it hazy.

There is a white stone bridge leading from here to the depths of the clouds.

"please."

The master of Ziyan Temple turned sideways slightly and made a gesture of invitation.

Zhuang Ming nodded slightly and walked onto the Cloud Bridge.

The master of Ziyan Temple's expression was slightly stagnant, but it finally disappeared in an instant.

This young man really didn't take Ziyan Temple seriously at all.

This young man gave him the impression that he was extremely cautious. However, he walked onto the Cloud Bridge so easily without any fear of being secretly ambushed by the people at Ziyan Temple.

Zi Yan Guan has eight thousand years of foundation, and the formations he has repaired over the years, seem to be completely ignored by him?

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Above the Cloud Bridge.

Zhuang Ming walked slowly.

He is indeed not afraid of the Purple Smoke View.

Throughout the ages, there has been no shortage of peak true mysteries in the Purple Smoke Temple. They have been passed down from one generation to the next, and with a deep foundation, there may be some treasures or formations that have accumulated the magic power of the ancestors of the past generations.

However, the Purple Smoke Temple has been passed down for eight thousand years, but the Tianmen has been closed for sixty thousand years.

In the past eight thousand years, no immortal god has been born on the cast tripod in all the worlds, and no immortal god can show power beyond the Nine Seals of Zhenxuan.

It is precisely for this reason that Zhuang Ming, who has the body of a thousand-foot true dragon, is only a little wary of Ziyan Temple, but does not have much fear.

More importantly, the true dragon's thoughts are stronger than those in the world, and when he stepped on the Cloud Bridge, he did not feel the so-called sense of danger.

"Involving the so-called inheritance stone tablet of the heaven."

"The stone tablet also contains the art of Heart Fire Burning Dao and the Nanming Lihuo Sword Art."

"Is it really the treasure left behind by the immortal god who made the tripod?"

Zhuang Ming walked along the Cloud Bridge, looking at the hazy and endless direction ahead.

Beside him, the master of Ziyan Temple also followed and walked side by side with him.

The two walked along Yunqiao for about three miles.

Hazy, with no end in sight.

These clouds and mist are actually extraordinary.

This is not naturally generated, but refined by great practitioners.

It has the effect of blocking perception.

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"This cloud bridge is really impressive. To be able to build such a cloud bridge, Ziyan Temple must have gone through a lot of trouble back then?" Zhuang Ming looked forward and said slowly.

"This is the handiwork of the first-generation ancestor. It is said that with his peak Zhenxuan cultivation, and with the help of the power of the ancestors from all sides, it took half a century to create such a cloud bridge. According to the records of our sect, the casting of the cloud bridge has become

The only major event in his old age was that fortunately, he built the Cloud Bridge a year before he became immortal." The master of Ziyan Temple said calmly: "The end of the Cloud Bridge is thirteen miles away and is the foundation of our Ziyan Temple sect.

After eight thousand years of history and vicissitudes of time, successive generations of temple masters have repaired the Cloud Bridge and consolidated the formation at the end."

"It's really not bad." Zhuang Ming nodded slightly. This cloud bridge is not as simple as it appears. There are many mysteries inside, but obviously the master of Ziyan Temple also believes that these mysteries are not enough to kill Zhuang Ming, so everything goes smoothly.

"After Ziyan Temple built the Cloud Bridge, only the previous temple masters are qualified to set foot on the Cloud Bridge. You are the first to set foot on the Cloud Bridge as an outsider." The master of Ziyan Temple suddenly spoke up, trying to sound calm, but

The complex look in his eyes was difficult to conceal.

"pleasure."

Zhuang Ming only said two words faintly. He focused his eyes and saw the end of the clouds and mist through the remaining miles.

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This stone monument.

Only half a foot tall.

About three feet wide.

No more than a foot thick.

And there are no runes engraved on this stone tablet.

There are only mottled traces left by the vicissitudes of time.

The end of the cloud bridge is not in the real place, but in the clouds, forming a round platform with a radius of more than three feet.

This stone monument stands in the center of the round platform at the end of Yunqiao.

"This is the foundation of our Ziyan Temple sect."

When the Master of Ziyan Temple said this, his expression was complicated and his tone was low.

Zhuang Ming didn't pay much attention, just took a step forward and looked at the stone tablet quietly.

With his eyesight, he still couldn't see any traces of carving on the stone tablet, nor the rune marks of ordinary magic weapons, nor even the traces of refining, it was completely natural.

The Master of Ziyan Temple looked at Zhuang Ming quietly without saying a word or taking any action.

He had lost his spirit and knew that he could not stop Zhuang Ming from understanding the stone tablet, so he had a vague expectation.

If this Taixu Taoist could understand the stone tablet, he might be able to unravel the mystery that Ziyan Temple has not been able to unravel for eight thousand years.

"Back then, you, the first master of Purple Smoke Temple, could get a glimpse of the mystery of this stone tablet in the mountains and fields. You were really lucky."

Zhuang Ming turned around and said with a smile: "Now it is difficult for me to determine the authenticity of this stone tablet at a glance. Thinking about you, the first generation master of Ziyan Temple, he is really a strange person... But you are not bad, at least you can assess the situation.

This aspect is very well handled.”

The master of Ziyan Temple fell silent and then sighed: "Sir's words make people ashamed."

Zhuang Ming said slowly: "There are formations on this cloud bridge, especially this round platform. The formations are powerful. With just one thought, you can turn everything around it into powder, including yourself.

Inside, I am afraid that no one can escape this disaster. I believe this is the formation that your Ziyan Temple has repaired over the years. If a powerful enemy invades, we will burn everything here to avoid establishing the foundation of the clan and being captured by the powerful enemy?"

The master of Ziyan Temple nodded slightly and said: "Exactly."

Zhuang Ming laughed, turned around again, and looked at the stone tablet.

The master of Ziyan Temple may not be greedy for life and afraid of death.

However, he seemed to feel that no matter how powerful this formation was, it would be difficult to kill him, Zhuang Ming.

Once the formation is activated, Zhuang Ming will never be destroyed, and Ziyan Temple will definitely be destroyed.

Therefore, the master of Ziyan Temple did not dare to act rashly.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

This formation contains the mana of past temple masters sealed in it. Once the formation is activated, these different mana can be turned into endless turbulence, which can destroy everything within a radius of ten miles, turn it into powder, and destroy everything.

, even the peak Zhenxuan is in danger of falling.

This is actually similar to the turbulent flow in the cracks of the void, but the danger involved is far less than the turbulent flow in the void.

Zhuang Ming can survive the turbulence in the void, so how can he be afraid of the torrent of mana sealed by the previous masters of Ziyan Temple?

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The end of the Cloud Bridge.

Silence.

Zhuang Ming put his hands behind his back and looked at the stone tablet close at hand.

The master of Ziyan Temple remained silent and waited quietly.

As time passed, he became more and more uneasy.

He hoped that Zhuang Ming could solve the mystery of the stone tablet.

Deep in his heart, he did not hope that this outsider could solve the mystery of the stone tablet.

He wondered whether Zhuang Ming would take the stone tablet and leave the dragon essence and blood, but he did not want to lose the stone tablet and become the most despised sinner in Ziyan Temple for eight thousand years.

At a time when his mind was filled with endless thoughts.

However, Zhuang Ming's voice was heard again.

"Presumably all the contemporaries of the past generations have left behind their own experiences in understanding the stone tablets, right?"

"..." The master of Ziyan Temple was silent for a moment and said: "Yes, the cultivation experiences of past temple masters and all the records about the stone tablets are on the highest level of the library. Can I order someone to get them?"

"Just tell me the things that need attention orally, that's all." Zhuang Ming said.

"You really trust me." Master Ziyan said with a slight sarcasm, but more of a self-deprecation.
To be continued...