All kinds of magic pills were swallowed into Fang Ling's stomach like food. It was vaguely, Fang Ling felt that his magic power became deeper and deeper.

When the green clouds above Qingti Daojun's head were wiped out with only a hundred green flowers, the four of them walked out of the golden fog.

The moment he stepped out of the golden mist, what appeared in Fang Ling's eyes, in addition to the magnificent immortal palace, there was also a preaching sound like the sound of the great Taoist lun.

Fang Ling can confirm every word in the preaching sound and can hear it clearly. However, Fang Ling does not understand what the words are talking about in the preaching sound later.

However, with the sound of the preaching, Fang Ling felt his mind become extremely happy. The Haoran Taoist patterns and Xuanpin Taoist patterns hidden in its heart also had a momentum of breaking out of the body and flying in the air.

Many Taoist patterns that were not involved in the past suddenly became clear in the preaching. For a moment, Fang Ling even felt that his mind was in a state of great excitement.

Who is preaching? Why is there such preaching sound in Penglai Immortal Palace?

"I heard the sound of Taoist ancestors' preaching again. If it weren't for the sound of preaching back then, how could we have the opportunity to be today?" Puru Daojun gently pinched his beard, and a hint of intoxication appeared on his face.

As he spoke, a blue cloud rose above his head, and there were only hundreds of green flowers churning over the blue clouds.

But as Pu Ru Daojun closed his eyes, the green flowers that were originally eroded by resisting the huge golden net rose from the blue clouds and grew up.

In just half an hour, Puru Taoist's cultivation level had already recovered to the state before entering the Penglai Immortal Palace.

As for the Xuanguang Daojun and Qingti Daojun who were standing beside him, they also did not miss this opportunity. They almost recovered their strength at the same time as Puru Daojun.

"My friend Ling, we and four others were overwhelmed by the Mitian Divine Mist, and we were considered to have come to this Immortal Palace."

"It is this sound of preaching that has made us suddenly realize and entered the state of Taoist Lord. Today, we will bring you here, which is also your opportunity."

Pu Ru Daojun's words were filled with a hint of emotion. He looked at the magnificent immortal palace and smiled at the other party, saying, "But although the preaching sound is beneficial to cultivation, the more important opportunity is still in this immortal palace."

"When we get the opportunity in the Immortal Palace together, it's good that you are here to listen to the preaching."

Pu Ru Daojun and the others rely on this preaching sound like the sound of the great Daolun to achieve the Taoist Lord. Although Fang Ling was surprised in his heart, he did not suspect that the shining Taoist Lord was false.

First of all, he had just tried the wonderful use of this kind of preaching sound, and although it only took half an hour to make Fang Ling feel that he benefited a lot.

When you reach the level of Taoist Lord, hard practice is no longer of great use. For them, the most useful thing is to comprehend the Great Way.

Only by increasing the understanding of the great way can strength make rapid progress.

Fang Ling thought he had a good understanding. However, the listening to the sutras in half an hour just now had already made him improve a lot. According to Fang Ling's own estimate, the meaning of the great way he understood in half an hour just now was almost as good as ten years of spiritual practice.

Secondly, Pu Ru Daojun and others, at this time, there is no need to tell lies to Fang Ling, nor is there any need to tell lies.

After all, now, his life and death can be said to be completely in the hands of Puru Daojun and others.

Although he felt that he had the power to resist, Puru Daojun and Qingti Daojun would never see this way.

In the Mitian Divine Mist, these three people valued them extremely much. Now that the Mitian Divine Mist is gone, their value should not be much higher than that of ordinary Taoists.

"You should obey the arrangements of Taoist Lord."

The gate of the Immortal Palace is three thousand feet high. On the huge gatehouse, there are three golden words written: "Penglai!"

When Fang Ling looked at these two big characters, he felt that the two characters were far-reaching, but when he began to understand these two characters with his heart, he found that these two characters were not words at all.

These are two patterns, two patterns that converge together!

Although this pattern is not as capable of moving at will as the Tao pattern that monks comprehend, the Tao rules implicit in these two patterns are far-reaching.

"These are two Daojun-level Taoist patterns!" Qingti Daojun looked at these two words and shook his head and said, "I wanted to take off these two Daojun and refine a set of magic weapons for myself."

"But unfortunately, I didn't succeed even after spending a lot of effort."

"Before escorting you to the Penglai Immortal Palace, I thought about replacing these two Taoist patterns, and I made a lot of preparations. I felt that it would be a sure thing for me to take down this Taoist pattern."

"But now, when I see these two patterns again, I feel that I am insignificant. With my magic power, I can't do anything to this pattern."

"The power of the Taoist ancestor is really not comparable to that of us Taoist lords."

Puru Daojun smiled and said, "I have also made up my mind about these two words, but it's a pity that we have no blessing to enjoy this kind of thing."

Fang Ling just listened quietly to the two people, and he did not dare to answer at all. After all, after entering the Penglai Immortal Palace, he was already at the most dangerous time.

The three Taoist lords' needs for him have already entered the divine mist in the sky. If he reveals some of his legs, he may be besieged by the three Taoist lords.

Although Fang Ling did not have the power to fight back, he was unwilling to be buried here for nothing.

Before stepping into the gate with the words Penglai, Fang Ling's heart was raised high. Although the tour map in his heart had been confirmed that there was no Penglai Immortal Palace, he still hoped that a miracle would happen.

After all, this Penglai Immortal Palace is extremely important to him.

There was no tour map. Although Fang Ling had been prepared for this result, when he was sure that there was no tour map in his heart, he still felt a lot of disappointment.

"My friend Ling, the Ming King Sword has the function of protecting one's body. Just walk forward boldly!" After passing the huge gatehouse, what appeared in front of Fang Ling was a corridor like a golden rainbow. Qingti Daojun looked at the corridor and said to Fang Ling without any doubt.

This corridor carved dragons and phoenixes are extremely beautiful, but when you look, what you see is the endless meaning of Tao.

As for the magnificence and the dragon, phoenix, turtle and astrology, they are all hidden in this infinite Taoist meaning.

Fang Ling felt that if he could sit in this corridor and understand the meaning of this corridor, his cultivation would also improve by leaps and bounds.

But at this moment, he cursed Pu Ru Daojun and the other three in his heart.

What does it mean that I just walk forward boldly? Are you obviously going to use my life to explore the way? (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!