Yan Chuan and his party continued to travel west! They crossed a number of territory and finally arrived at the territory of inspiration in nearly three months.

A vast desert land appeared far away.

"hold head high!"

Long Wu called out and reminded Wang Jian.

"Has it arrived?" Qisha looked at the territory in front of him curiously.

The second dragon's speed slowed down.

The speed had just slowed down, and suddenly, seventy or eighty streams of light soared into the sky and blocked everyone.

"The territory of inspiration has been banned, and no outside practitioners are allowed to approach!"

"Where comes from, go back!"

"If we don't stop, we're welcome!"

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Seventy or eighty immortals shouted, trying to drive the dragon chariot away.

The two dragons seemed to be waiting for Wang Jian’s words, but Wang Jian didn’t say anything at all.

It is naturally difficult for the two dragons to ask about. Continue to fly forward.

"Have we heard what we said?"

"Don't stop yet!"

"No, the dragon chariot rushed over!"

"Stop, block!"

"Stop!"

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...

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The goddess scattered flowers, and seventy or eighty cultivators were knocked away and opened.

"Ah!" "Ah!"………

He screamed repeatedly. The cultivators suddenly burst into tears and were injured all over their bodies, and the heaviest one was covered in blood.

In pain, he turned his head and looked at it. The dragon chariot had entered the territory of inspiration and disappeared in a blink of an eye!

Seventy or eighty people covered their chests, speechless for a moment! Driving wildly?

On the other side.

Yang Benlei also reached the territory of inspiration, but Yang Benlei lost the rushing like Yan Chuan, but rushed into the territory of inspiration in a mess and rushed straight into a valley.

"call out!"

The ram thunder flew in. There were a large number of white-clothed cultivators in the valley.

"Old ancestor!" a group of white-clothed cultivators said respectfully.

Yang Benlei ignored it and headed straight for one of the halls.

In the hall, two men were sitting at this moment, with a map in front of them, and they were studying.

"Huh? Yang Benlei, why are you here?" a man asked in confusion.

Ram Benlei sat down, immediately picked up a teapot and fed it in one bite.

The two looked at each other, and they saw that it was unusual and walked over.

"Ram Benlei, what's wrong? Where are the people you brought?" a man said in a deep voice.

"Yan Chuan, all of them were killed by Yan Chuan. If I hadn't walked fast, maybe I would have been...!" Gong Yang Benlei said with lingering fear.

"What's going on? Are you not responsible for persuading the Dragon Palace in Donghai? Why is it related to Yan Chuan again?"

"The Dragon Emperor of the East China Sea, I am stubborn and don't listen at all. I could only find another method at that time. You have read the information, the Dragon Emperor, and the eleven Dragon Kings, who are extremely fond of Long Wu. As long as I catch Long Wu, I can force the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea to surrender. Long Wu was captured by Yan Chuan and pulled the cart, so I will go........." Gong Yang Benlei said carefully what happened three months ago.

"The Dragon King pulls the cart? Yan Chuan is so bold! Is he not afraid that the Dragon King will cause trouble for him?"

"The Dragon Emperor's head is broken, so I don't care at all, and no one is allowed to take care of it!" Gong Yang Benlei said angrily.

"how so?"

"No matter what, this revenge must be avenged, and Yan Chuan must also come to the territory of inspiration. Although his magical powers are powerful, he must have flaws. I can't do anything to him alone. He wants to use that magical power on me again, and you will destroy him from the side!" A fierce cry flashed in Gongyang Benlei's eyes.

"Are you sure that Yan Chuan is just an ancient immortal?"

"It must be!" Yang Benlei nodded.

The two frowned, thought for a while, and finally nodded and said, "Originally, according to the family rules, they all do their own things and interfere with each other. However, since Yan Chuan has come to the territory of inspiration, it is a different matter!"

Yang Benlei nodded with satisfaction: "The three of us are equally powerful, and we can use the family secret technique to join the Tao for a short time, and no one can stop us!"

The territory of inspiration. Outside the tomb of Goddess Zhichen.

The tomb of Goddess Zhichen is located in the center of four mountains, which are extremely tall and arranged in square arrays. Around them, there are a large number of formations that look foggy.

On the outside, there are peaks one after another, and a large number of cultivators have already stood there.

Countless cultivators stared at the center, with a strong expectation in their eyes. But as if they were afraid of each other, no one rushed forward.

There are a lot of fighting in all directions, fighting for one mountain to the other.

"hold head high!"

In the distance, Yanchuan's dragon chariot flew slowly. Many people turned their heads and looked at it.

Facing a mountain, the dragon chariot rushed straight away.

"Where are you a guy who doesn't have eyes?" A large number of cultivators suddenly flew out from the mountain and shouted angrily.

"boom!"

With the double dragon heads arched, a group of noisy people were immediately knocked over.

Around: “…………!”

The dragon chariot landed on the top of the mountain.

"Holy King, I'm here!" Wang Jian shouted respectfully into the chariot.

"Kuang!"

The door opened, Yan Chuan slowly stepped out of the carriage, and Miaomiao naturally lay on Yan Chuan's shoulder, looking around with excitement in his eyes.

The Yanchuan Dragon Chariot appeared in a high-profile manner, which immediately attracted countless cultivators from all over the world to look at each other.

Many people frowned and wondered who this is.

"call out!"

In the distance, two white light suddenly shot up and fell closer in a blink of an eye.

The two are not others, Meng Wenruo and Meng Lingtian.

"Greetings to the Holy King, Holy King, you are finally here!" Meng Wenruo immediately smiled.

Meng Wenruo, the commander of the Fourth Legion of Dazhen, accompanied Meng Rongrong into the fairy world in the past.

Yan Chuan nodded.

Wang Jian and Meng Wenruo nodded and paid a greeting.

"I have seen the Great Saint King!" Meng Lingtian also smiled.

"Mr. Meng saw Dongfang Bubai?" Yan Chuan asked.

"I'll thank Emperor Yan for his success. Julu Academy is no longer there. The ancestor has opened a temple called "Oriental Temple". The leader Dongfang Bubai!" Meng Lingtian said with satisfaction.

"Dongfang Bubai is indeed a great man of a generation!" Yan Chuan nodded in admiration.

"Meow, didn't you say the tomb is opened? Why are you all standing outside stupidly? Meow?" Meow Meow said in confusion.

Meng Wenruo smiled and said, "The tomb is indeed opened. Some people have entered, and the sister has already entered!"

"Oh?" Yan Chuan said curiously.

"Saint King, please see, the four mountains covered by clouds and mist, the tomb of Goddess Zhichen, are among them. It opened twenty-three months ago. On the day of opening, the sunset shone into the sky and the wind and clouds changed color. At that time, countless powerful people rushed straight, but were all blocked by the tomb guardians!" Meng Wenruo explained.

"The gravekeeper?" Yan Chuan said curiously.

Just as Yan Chuan was curious, a noise suddenly came from a distance.

"Damn, I can't wait. Friends, let's go in! Don't give those girls first." Someone suddenly started to drink.
To be continued...