The vast sea is endless.

The sun and the moon alternated above Li Xi'an's head. He would occasionally cast his sights on the sea surface and watch the shimmering sea change in color. The day was blue, like a complete and huge magnificent gem. At night, it was dyed with the color of the moon, splashing a touch of silver from the intersection of the sea and sky, and the rest of the sea area fell into darkness, and the sea breeze hit, like a lullaby.

Some strange creatures will appear in the ocean, and they will also look up at him with curiosity.

After all, Li Xi'an was not always on the clouds, and sometimes he would lower his body, wind and move forward against the sea. He was a dragon and was born with a sense of love for the ocean and rivers.

He swam on the sea for seven days.

I saw the fog.

A very strange fog rose from the sea and stretched to the clouds, which made the front look like a blurred wall. Li Xi'an walked in this world and heard many ancient legends. Among the words and sentences passed down, this is the end of the world. It is shrouded in fog, unable to pass through or touch, and wrote a description of the fog that is not distinguished from the sun and the moon, and is circulating back and forth.

Li Xi'an hovered in the air and finally stopped moving forward.

The sound of the wind tearing noise also subsided. The dragon's high-speed movement surpassed the wind, making the large-scale background blurry. Of course, this had no effect on Li Xi'an himself, but some people were different.

Li Chengqi poked his head out of the mouth of the bronze tripod and looked around.

He was breathing in big mouthfuls of air, and the salty and wet sea breeze rushed into his nose, making him feel a little more awake. In the world of the cauldron, if the master of the cauldron gave him space to live, he would probably have been suffocated to death inside.

Li Xi'an noticed his discomfort and was a little confused.

After all, this big cauldron is very suitable for carrying people. At that time, the blue bird was just a mundane body. There was no problem staying in the cauldron, so it would be different if it was replaced by Li Chengqi.

The Chi Jiao's mind moved and connected to the Zaitian Cauldron.

In the small world of the tripod, the deer king lies beside the river, with his hooves hanging by the river, gently crossing the river. The deer king then becomes majestic, no longer the deer with round and dark eyes, tall and burly, with deer antlers forked, like a crown. Li Xi'an felt the extremely huge pressure of spiritual energy in the tripod. Because it is too rich, ordinary practitioners may be killed when they enter this space.

So that's it, he neglected.

With the help of the Taoist dynasty on the Zaitian Cauldron, he carried the power of the world and created half of the current golden statue of god. At this moment, the Zaitian Cauldron is in a very terrible state of load-bearing, and it is difficult for that small world to carry people like before.

Chi Jiao knew the reason, but Li Chengqi didn't care. He looked around and sighed loudly.

"Is this the depth of the sea in my dream? It's so beautiful!"

Red Dragon is not surprised.

This kid says this everywhere he goes, even in the demon realm.

"Master! You said that the depths of the sea is Mount Miluo, where my ancestors have been. What are we here to do? I won't let me recognize my ancestors, right? Although my boy is stupid, Master, you saved me twice and gave me guidance on the path of cultivation. This is the grace of recreation. No matter how powerful and ancient Miluo is, it has nothing to do with the boy." Li Chengqi looked at the boundless dragon shadow beside him, with a sincere tone and expressing his opinion.

"No." Li Xi'an spoke.

His body winds, and the cauldron roars.

"I'm here to get a few things, and, what do you think, let's talk about it when that time comes."

"As long as you don't drive me away..."

Li Chengqi was stunned and suddenly realized that there seemed to be a familiar figure missing here.

"Where is Lord Li?"

"He has nothing to do when he has entered the sea." Li Xi'an replied, Jin Zhu staring at the fog high wall in front of him. His perception was very sharp. Even if the fog high wall has not changed at all now, he could feel that there was a change inside the high wall, and someone approached them on the other side of the high wall.

Rumble!

It was like a muffled thunder rolling, and the fog actually cracked a gap at this time.

Two figures in green robe stepped on the clouds and walked out of the gap. When they first saw the red dragon shadow entrenching in the air, a shock flashed in their eyes, but it quickly covered it up. They stood on both sides, bowed slightly, and had a very respectful attitude.

"Dear guest, the sect leader we are waiting for has been waiting for a long time," they said.

The green robe and cloud patterns embroidered with the corners of the clothes are Elder Miluo's clothes.

The woman once talked about a lot in the notes left by that woman, including the human world, the demon realm, and naturally Miluo. After fully comprehending the book during this period, Li Xi'an probably knows Miluo Mountain even more than the two Miluo elders in front of him.

Li Chengqi, who was still in the sky's mouth, had not yet returned. He heard a roar of wind and a red shadow flash, and he appeared in the fog crack, and his feet were stepping on the clouds like the two elders. He also stepped hard with his feet, feeling that it was about the same as the land, and it might be more elastic. Looking upwards, it was the sky, and looking upwards, there were fog clouds, as if he was living in a fairyland.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Li Chengqi finally understood what the legendary Heavenly Palace looked like.

The dark-clothed figure walked quietly by him, and the shrinking bronze tripod was suspended in his hand, and then turned around and disappeared.

The two elders in green robe walked respectfully in front of him to guide Li Xi'an.

They bent down and laughed apologized. Li Chengqi did not expect that the legendary immortal residence could be so flattering. He followed the figure in the mysterious clothes. The two elders naturally noticed that Li Chengqi was following him without even using his divine thoughts. They could see Li Chengqi's cultivation level, but it was just a great return to heaven and a spiritual realm.

Logically speaking, this state is already considered to be great at this age, not to mention that they knew that Li Chengqi was a descendant of Mira. If they were placed in the past, they would have to argue about their superiority and take Li Chengqi to his subordinates. If they had good teaching, they might not have the achievements of the future. But compared with the "ancestor" in front of them, Li Chengqi seemed unimportant.

But it is also a breakthrough.

They led the way for the ancestor, but the ancestor never spoke. They couldn't figure it out and could only ease the atmosphere from Li Chengqi.

"This young man, this Miluo Ladder, is said to have been built by a long-standing generation of Miluo people and has been preserved to this day. The fog and high wall you see is also part of it, which is a barrier that isolates Miluo Mountain from the outside world." The old man who pointed the way to the left spoke, and he saw Li Chengqi's curiosity about the surroundings.

"Why is Miro isolated from the outside world?" Suddenly, a calm voice came from beside him, but the old man shivered.

It's that "ancestor".

"This... I don't know completely." The elder on the right bowed first and then said.

"However, some of the reasons for isolating Miluo Mountain from the outside world are recorded in the Sutra Pavilion. The predecessors who built high walls and cloud walls left ancient books, saying that this is to remind future generations to practice hard, not to care about the world, and not to leave a heart for the world."

"Isn't this a good reason? Is it aware of future generations' hard practice, so why do you say there are other reasons?"

"Oh..." the old man sighed, "Even Miluo has lost all the records about this cloud wall. When you ask this question, the younger generation naturally dare not hide it. There are indeed other reasons for this, but I don't know it."

"So that's it." Li Xi'an nodded slightly and stopped talking.

The clouds and clouds pass by the fog, and then you can see the Immortal Palace.

The crampedness of the gaps between the clouds disappeared, and the vast sea area was seen. There was a mountain above this vast sea.

A huge and majestic cone-shaped mountain.

Countless palaces stand on the mountains, among the colorful clouds, and the flowing light flows around them, up to the stars and down to the abyss.

Mount Miluo is a place where countless legends gather. After hearing so many legends about Mount Miluo, Li Chengqi never expected to see them one day. The magnificent scenery came into his mind, and extremely gorgeous colors formed the curtain in his mind. One legend after another seemed to have been staged in the curtain.

"Please!" The two elders stretched out their hands.

From the largest and most magnificent palace in the distance, it finally stretches before them.

"Aren't you going?" Li Xi'an glanced at the two old men in green robe and said.

"You are a distinguished guest, and we are not qualified to step on this ladder." They lowered their heads.

"Is that right?" Master smiled and didn't ask again. Xuanyi flew and stepped on the stairs. Li Chengqi followed behind. He thought he could not embarrass his master and straightened his back.

When the stairs disappeared, two figures left far away, and the two elders who were still there looked at each other. I wonder if it was an illusion, they seemed to have heard a sneer just now.

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Guanluo Hall, the magnificent hall is empty.

There are only three figures in the huge space.

"I wonder what you came to Milu?" The clouds of clouds dissipated. The Lord of Milu was originally a gentle man with a thirty-year-old appearance.

"You should know." Li Xi'an was very calm.

"Is it because I have brought Miro's descendants to the mountain gate? I think there should be no better choice in this world than Miro. This little guy is the descendant of the Miro's Lord. I can already see that he is gifted. If he falls outside Miro, it will indeed delay his talent." The man sighed. He looked at Li Chengqi on the back and came here to see the uncowardly person he showed.

What's more, so young.

After saying that, the man looked at Li Xi'an.

"You are not really a man now, are you?"

"good."

I don’t know if the answer was obtained too simply or if Li Xi’an’s plain reaction surprised him, the man was slightly surprised. He observed that Li Chengqi behind him, the young man’s face had almost not changed much, as if he had known it for a long time.

"Zheng Qi, you already know that this master is not Zhen Yi?" he asked.

Li Chengqi frowned.

He was a little disgusted with this feeling. The Lord of Mira should talk directly to his master instead of paying attention to him.

It seems that when you need to belittle a person, you will find other people's identification. Moreover, is this Lord of Mira very familiar with him?

"Master has never concealed anything from me." Li Chengqi replied. He didn't want to say that Master is not like Zhenyi now, as if he was revealing a scar. He did not have a long time to enter the path of practice, just a few months, but he also understood the importance of the realm for a practitioner. It is hard to imagine how the master who fell from Zhenyi to the extreme palace realm faced it, but the person in front of him was a little ungrateful.

Li Chengqi, who already had a low recognition of Miro, had a lower opinion of Miro in his heart.

The Lord of Mira is like this, why do you mention the disciples below?

"I don't know why you fell from the realm. I think Mira might have a way to repair it to help the master recast the Dharma image." The man smiled.

"I'm not here to repair the realm." Li Xi'an said, his voice seemed to be colder.

"I said from the beginning that I want Miro, you should know this."

As soon as the words fell, the two stopped.

Stopped in the center of the hall.

"Mila is the backbone of this world." The man shook his head, "Even if you are the ancestor, I cannot hand over Mila to you."

"The blood moon is broken." Li Xi'an said suddenly.

"Yes, the Blood Moon is shattered. This is also the reason why you are in my cultivation level at the Imperial Dao Realm, and I still call you the Master. But I do not recommend that you be enemies of Miluo, and Miluo Mountain cannot be delivered to you."
To be continued...