The Wanyang Realm has been around for 30 million years, ancient and modern times, ancient heavenly masters, ancient holy emperors, and medieval supremes. Even if the invincible ones appear once a hundred thousand years, there are more than 300 invincible ones in ancient and modern times.

If there is a supreme inheritance, it can become a holy land. There are no only three holy lands in the ancient and modern times of Dongzhou.

Unless there are certain conditions that are unknown to outsiders to become a holy land.

"Brother Yuanyang doesn't know?"

Xuan Ji was clicked on the lotus leaf in the lake, as if a little surprised and admired: "Brother Dao is not from a holy land, but he can fight with one dozen people, but his talent is far superior to Xuan Ji."

With just this sentence, she already knew that An Qisheng did not come from the holy land.

Although this secret is also a secret for people in the holy land, Yuanyang can suppress more than ten masters of all dharmas. If he is in the holy land, he is qualified to know some secrets.

"It is naturally more than that, but it is not something worth showing off."

An Qisheng didn't care if he was bleeding. As soon as he flipped his sleeves, there were already a few plates of fruits and fruits on the white jade table in front of him, and a pot of spiritual wine: "Sit down and talk slowly."

Zheng Longqiu, who was rushing away the weeds from the spiritual field under the stimulation of the cave, changed his expression and his Qiankun Spirit Ring suddenly disappeared.

"Brother Dao is very proud."

Xuan Ji's face was silent and his body was not moving. He had already sat in front of An Qisheng: "I haven't drunk the top Dharma wine in Wanfa Tower for a long time."

"Fellow Taoist has not answered my question yet."

An Qisheng pinched the wine glass and said with a faint look: "How is the holy land stronger than the sect? If you preach, the Mingyue method is not as strong as Taiyi's direct inheritance. If you say it is a treasure, the 'Mingyue' may not be stronger than the Wanfa Dragon Tower..."

The dynasties in the east continent have changed, and the sects have also changed. Only the three holy places have never been shaken. This is not just the three holy places that know how to keep low and small at the right time.

There must be something deeper.

"Since Brother Dao doesn't know, it's better not to know."

Xuan Ji clammed the exquisite jade pot with his jade hand and poured wine for An Qisheng: "If Brother Dao is really interested, why don't Xuan Ji go back to the Holy Land of Mingyue?"

"I always have to go and take a look, but it's not now."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

He is very interested in many major sects and holy places in this world. To a certain extent, the depth of time in this world is not in the world, but in the holy places of the sect.

But it won't be now.

His emergence attracted a lot of attention. Now, wouldn’t he be asking for trouble?

In fact, he knew very well that many sects and holy places in Dongzhou were paying attention to his movements at this time.

“Haha~”

Xuan Ji smiled distractedly, then raised her slender jade neck and drank a glass of Dharma wine, with a graceful posture: "If there is that day, Xuan Ji will definitely come out of the mountain for three thousand miles to welcome you."

She believed it.

"good."

An Qisheng also drank all the wine in his glass: "Then let's wait for that day."

He also knew very well that Xuan Ji's purpose was nothing more than solicitation.

He could sense that since the Battle of Qianshan, there were no less than thirty people who had deduced him, and these thirty people gave him dangerous aura.

And one of the bright moons is as bright as the moon, with a cool and holy atmosphere, which must have come from the Holy Land of the Moon.

Unfortunately, his spirit is better than his body and his body is possessed by the method of dreaming. His capture of his own breath traces far exceeds that of Zheng Longqiu and others. It is of course not that simple to calculate his traces.

The holy land is not omnipotent.

He will not attract the holy land to come out.

Xuan Ji put down the wine glass and looked at An Qisheng. A faint divine light appeared in the depths of her eyes: "Brother Dao will not go, Xuan Ji can only say goodbye."

She put down the wine glass and raised her hand and gave a gift, got up and said goodbye.

The two of them had only a few conversations, but she had done everything, inquiring about the origin, recruiting, testing their enemies and friends, and exploring their personalities.

Of course, there is no reason to stay.

She still remembered the trance-losing loss before. This Yuanyang Taoist seemed to have some secret method or supernatural power that influenced people's hearts and minds.

The longer you stay, the more dangerous it is.

As soon as she got up, An Qisheng also put down his wine glass and opened his voice lightly: "Stay."

"Um?"

Xuan Ji looked back, Wuxia's face was filled with a hint of surprise: "Is there anything else for Brother Yuanyang?"

"The door has entered and the wine has been drunk. Isn't it appropriate to not answer the question?"

An Qisheng's voice was dull and his eyes were even more fluctuating: "You have done everything you want to do, and I want to know, so of course I also need to know."

"Even if I say it, Brother Dao may not dare to listen, and he may regret it in the future."

Xuan Ji opened her mouth calmly, and rays of light like moonlight overflowed around her body, like silk threads, surrounded by ribbons.

She became more and more beautiful than ordinary people.

An Qisheng poured himself and drank himself, looking calm: "I never regret it."

"But I can't tell you."

Xuan Ji raised her head slightly, and her smooth chin emitted a jade light: "Brother Dao wants to take me?"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"It seems that Brother Dao has full confidence in his supernatural powers."

Xuan Ji shook her head and sighed softly: "But do you think I am Zheng Longqiu, Mo Changhai, Feng Changming?"

Her voice became cold.

She was born in the Holy Land of Mingyue and was of the same age as Feng Changming. One of them was the first true teaching of Taiyi Sect and the other was the first true teaching of Mingyue Sect.

But the two have never been as famous as Feng Changming is no match for her at all.

The two of them came out of the mountain. Ten times fought, and ten times were her win. Feng Changming's "Destroying Dao and Zhu Xian Sword" was not the opponent of her "Ming Yue Shen Wheel".

“In my opinion…”

An Qisheng put down his wine glass, and Xuan Ji's figure reflected in his clear eyes, which was as ethereal as his voice:

“Not different!”

"But you have to learn about Brother Yuanyang's magical powers. Are you qualified to keep me!"

Xuan Ji's face looked slightly angry, and his voice suddenly became cold.

Boom!

Before he could finish his words, the entire carriage had completely exploded.

The pulling Zhu Dahai was caught off guard and was hit by the turbulent airflow and flew back hundreds of miles, falling head-on into the mountains.

He screamed in the air with a terror.

Bang!

Zhu Dahai landed heavily, and a small hill was immediately smashed to the ground by it. The smoke and dust mixed with earth and stones rose into the air, spreading dozens of miles.

"what happened?"

Outside the mountains, there was a team of casual cultivators who seemed to be escorting a convoy. Seeing the smoke and dust everywhere, they became alert.

"Look, look in the sky!"

Suddenly, someone screamed.

The others looked up and saw that the clouds were extremely high, and a bright moon suddenly hanged.

Its color is pure, its meaning is high, its light is endless, surging like waves, rolling like tides.

In an instant, a night seemed to be pulled from above the sky, and it was clear that the sun was still shining brightly in other places, but the sky became the night with the bright moon hanging high.

It was like someone took away a piece of the sky, and it looked so weird at first glance!

"Not good, there will be a major repair fight!"

But after just one look, many cultivators were shocked and all their lives were shattered. They took out magic weapons and used them to swell their blood and energy, as if they were facing a great enemy.

There are words in the world that war between major repairs is like natural disasters. If you are not careful, you will be affected by fish in the pond. How can they not be nervous?

Huh ~

The moon is like water, Xuan Ji's white clothes are floating, holy as fairy, with cold eyebrows and eyes, far away from the world, and her voice is like moonlight floating in the sky:

"Brother Dao is too domineering. Even if he is a dragon crossing the river, he cannot be arrogant in Dongzhou. Not to mention that Brother Dao's cultivation and magical powers are not enough to rush to Dongzhou."

Xuan Ji's voice was extremely cold, as if it contained anger, and she didn't seem to have expected An Qisheng to be so domineering.

"The full moon is like a mirror that can reflect people, leave pictures and traces, and naturally it can leave traces."

An Qisheng stood in the air, not caring about the destruction of the carriage. He looked at the high moon lightly: "I heard that many sects have shadows of the holy land behind them. Behind the Evil Mountain Destroyed Path is the Holy Land of the Mingyue?"

He captured Fa Wumi and others for a while, but for him, he was already enough to understand the secrets of "Destroying the Dao and Zhu Xian Sword", "Battle Fist", and "Three Seven Methods and Destroying the Talisman", and sort out the relationship between these sects and holy places.
To be continued...