The Prince of Taiyin Covering the Sky

Chapter 241 Time Slays Heaven's Arrogant

"You two wait a moment." Wei Yi stood up, turned around and walked into a dilapidated wooden house.

His pace is very slow, but every movement is consistent with the Tao, and there is a sense of ethereal detachment, which makes people unconsciously ignore its existence.

Old Zhuyan crossed his arms and watched Wei Yi's every movement, and said, "Tsk tsk, this great sage of the human race is not simple, his breath is very strange, I'm afraid it's hard to deal with."

Si Xuan saw it staring at Wei Yi fiercely, and said with a smile, "How is it compared to you?"

Old Zhu hated hearing this, and grinned ferociously, revealing a very ferocious smile: "It's much worse than me, but it's just the Second Heaven of the Great Sage, such a little guy is not in the eyes of the Great Sage , one punch is not blown."

Seeing his appearance, Si Xuan smiled and said, "He's not younger than you at all, it's just that Beidou has too many restrictions on people, so he's been stuck in Dasheng for so many years."

There are great differences in the temperament of the existence of this series of saints, which can be roughly divided into two types. Some rely on blood and fighting punches like Zhu Yan, while more rely on the accumulation of time and confrontation. The perception of Tao naturally breaks through.

Most of the Beidou saints are the latter, and they are the best of the latter. Their practice has experienced unimaginable difficulties in Zhu Yan, and they must grasp every ray of Taoism between the heavens and the earth to find a breakthrough. opportunity.

It is impossible to tell which of these two roads is stronger or weaker. The way of the sanctified person who has been fighting along the way has definitely been tempered and will not be weaker than anyone else. unimaginable.

A man and an ape were chatting casually. After a while, the small wooden door opened, and Wei Yi brought a tea set and three cups to the stone table where the two were sitting, and poured a cup of hot tea for them respectively: "The tea shabby room is still I hope the prince and brother Zhu Yan will take care of you."

Si Xuan picked up the teacup, and there was actually a piece of divine leaf floating in it, shaped like a fairy bell, with a shining purple light shining through it, she couldn't help saying in surprise: "Enlightenment tea? After all these years, there are still some left?"

The great sage Zhu Yan beside him twitched his nose when he heard the word "Enlightenment Tea". It had obviously heard the name of this kind of fairy tea, so he couldn't bear to drink it directly, but carefully looked at the tea in his cup. .

"Hehe, Xiaoyou Ye sent a lot that time, and no one came to me on weekdays. I only had a drink for Senior Gai and Lao Jiang in these years." Wei Yi held up the teacup in his hand very preciously. The tea leaves in the pot have never been changed, because he heard that a piece of Wu Dao tea can be soaked back and forth for decades.

"Gai Jiuyou? I've heard some rumors about him in the starry sky over the years. The hero is late!" Si Xuan sighed.

"That's right, Senior Gai is really old. He has been practicing and cultivating in the Big Dipper all these years, and even his cultivation level has fallen to the level of a great sage." Wei Yi also sighed.

Si Xuan understands that Gai Jiuyou should be accumulating strength for the road to immortality hundreds of years later, he will not have many years to live, and he must cherish every ounce of strength for the catastrophe in the future, even for the future. The clan assembly also hoped to resolve it peacefully.

The two talked about the starry sky again, which brought back Wei Yi's memories of the past. He took a sip of tea and said, "I also traveled in the starry sky about three or four thousand years ago, but at that time It's too boring, and it's not very helpful to practice, so I came back again."

"It won't be lively until the ancient roads of various ethnic groups are opened. It's only been a few decades, and Wei Dasheng hasn't thought about going around the starry sky?" Si Xuan asked with a smile.

"I won't go, six thousand years is too long, I'm already old, I don't have the heart to fight for Dao, compared to going out and fighting with others, it's more quiet to guard my homeland." Wei Yi looked up at the starry sky, and finally sighed.

Si Xuan looked into the eyes of this late old man, from which he could only read plainness and nostalgia, without the invincible belief of fighting for heaven and earth.

"Time is like a knife cutting down the pride of heaven!" Si Xuan sighed softly. Wei Yi was the youngest of the three Tianxuan masters in the past. Now he is more than six thousand years old. In terms of age, he is almost catching up with Dongfang Taiyi. Time has made him lose a lot of things.

Not everyone can be like Wei Yi's senior brother, the old lunatic, whose desire to seek the Tao remains unchanged. The years have cut a lot of things, and now Wei Yi just wants to be the gatekeeper of Tianxuan's hometown.

The old man and Si Xuan looked at each other for a moment, seemed to see his thoughts, and said with a smile: "I am very satisfied to live to this day in this life, but you, the son of the Emperor, brings many things. You can't relax your practice."

As he spoke, he took another sip of tea, and said, "Your next goal is to become a saint. The combat power of a saint is not the same as that of a saint. After you become a saint, it will only take a few years. An ordinary saint The king is no match for you."

"I understand." Si Xuan nodded.

He chatted with Wei Yi for a while, and then left with the great sage Zhu Yan and others. He greeted several human saints he already knew, and returned directly to his Qilin mansion.

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Ziwei, who is infinitely far away from Beidou, is outside the domain
Quietly, the dark void suddenly seemed to be pulled by an unknown force, and it twisted quickly. There was a terrifying aura stirring, and a five-color door was quickly formed in the universe.

"rumble!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a deafening and terrifying sound, as if it was about to shatter the starry sky, a figure staggered slightly out of the void passage.

This is a man covered in golden blood. He is slender and handsome.

This person is exactly Master Ye Fanye who resolutely set foot on the Kowloon coffin seven years ago and left Beidou alone!

He has traveled in the starry sky for seven years, followed the Kowloon coffin to witness the desolation of the universe, he has also seen a bronze warship carrying many ancient ancestor kings in the starry sky, and even visited an ancient planet completely shrouded in death , I saw the obsession of an ancient god.

"The mythical planet, one of the oldest parent stars of the human race in legend, the Ziwei ancient star and the Ziwei star field, this is indeed a place no less than the Big Dipper star field." The stars worship Ziwei, and Ye Fan is fixed in the starry sky The big purple star couldn't help but nodded.

After seven years, his aura is much stronger than when he first left Beidou. After practicing the Taiyin scriptures, he has reached the second heaven of Sendai, which is the level where he can be a holy master in the holy land.

"It's been seven years. How are you who don't know about Beidou? Pang Bo, Ziyue, and Li Heishui should have all arrived in Xianer. Alas, Brother Si Dao is right. The most terrible ordeal of crossing the starry sky is loneliness. what!"

Ye Fan muttered to himself, then collected his mind and faced the ancient Ziwei star in the distance.

It would be a lie to say that he was not excited. For seven years, the scenery he faced every day was darkness and starry sky, and no normal person could talk to him. If Ye Fan hadn't had a strong heart, he would have been unbearable.

"Roar!"

Seven sacred orbs made of suet jade and iron spun rapidly around him, combining to form a majestic white tiger, protecting him outside his body.

"brush!"

The next moment, he withdrew the mana that resisted Ziwei's gravity, and rushed towards Ziwei Xing!
The majestic and fierce white tiger transformed by the holy soldier protected Ye Fan from the violent friction of the atmosphere. After experiencing free fall for several quarters of an hour, it finally landed heavily on a sacred mountain.

This is a green and straight sacred mountain, with spiritual flowers and divine grasses, waterfalls and turbulent flows on the mountain, all the scenery is intoxicating.

Ye Fan had no intention of admiring such a beautiful scenery, all his attention was focused on a heavenly palace between the sacred mountains at this time, because he was too familiar with the three words on the heavenly palace shrouded in purple air:
"Eight Views Palace!"

(End of this chapter)