Seeing that the female saint from Meishan had taken action, even Ouyang Chongming didn't want to say anything more.
After all, the Snowfield Holy Land and Loulan City only had business dealings, and he did not want to scold Wang Changchun who had already been punished in front of outsiders.
He waved his hand, looked at the monks and said, "Time is running out. The monks who want to enter should hurry up."
Gongye Wuji looked at the sky and sighed, shook his head and walked towards the passage. Behind him were two young disciples from Qiuyun Mountain.
The remaining monks took out their identity tags and lined up to walk into the passage of the ruins.
Ouyang Chongming held hands with Yu Wenjie and said, "Please go in and take care of the injured boy."
Thinking of the situation when he left Tianyun Mountain, the old man sighed.
He took out a thousand-year elixir and handed it to Yu Wenjie, murmuring: "This elixir was a gift from the Medicine Lord of Tianyun Mountain. Please bring it to the child as well..."
Yu Wenjie accepted the elixir and said goodbye: "Elder Ouyang, don't worry, that guy won't die."
Ouyang Chongming shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "You don't know, that child died in Tianyun Mountain last winter."
Ouyang Wenxue stepped forward, took Yuwen Liuli's hand, and comforted softly: "Sister, please go in first. After you all enter, we, the disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land, can then enter."
When Tantai Mingyue heard this, she pulled Yuwen Liuli towards the passage and said as she walked, "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it after we get in." Being smart, she didn't want Ouyang Chongming and others to hear some of her words.
Yu Wenjie and the six men in black behind him said coldly: "Let's go!"
In just a moment, the group of monks left completely, leaving only the disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land and the brother and sister Ximen Wuhen.
Ximen Wuhen pulled his sister to face Ouyang Manxue, clasped his hands and said, "My sister, please take care of me, Junior Sister Ouyang. Chance is not important... everyone must come back alive."
When Ximen Yuyan heard this, her eyes instantly became misty, and she looked at him and said, "Brother, take care."
Ouyang Chongming looked at the group of disciples and let out a long sigh, and said: "As Mr. Ximen said, everyone must remember that opportunity comes second among ruins. You must protect yourself and come back alive."
Ouyang Manxue took Xi Yuyan's hand, glanced at the disciple behind him, sighed softly, and walked into the passage.
"Sister, wait for me!" Ouyang Xiayun's voice came from behind her.
After watching a group of disciples leave, when Ouyang Chongming and Ximen Wuhen turned back, only a few elders of the Snowfield Holy Land were left on the edge of the volcano.
And some elders of the sect family were still waiting for them to go down the mountain together, but the eldest elder of the Loulan Wang family had already disappeared.
Ouyang Chongming looked at Ximen Wuhen in front of him and smiled bitterly: "Why bother?"
...
In spring, Tagge Snow Mountain was dyed white by a sudden heavy snowfall.
The elders of the Snowfield Holy Land and the elders who came to escort their disciples all went to Lantian Town down the mountain, but the eldest elder of the Wang family in Loulan was missing.
In order to wait for the return of their disciples, elders from all over the country have to stay here for three months to half a year.
Fortunately, it is already the season of spring, and since there is no one in the town, it is possible to practice quietly here.
Everyone who came down the mountain was talking about the elder of the Wang family sneaking up on the young man. Later, the saint's power descended and struck down with a divine thunder, cutting off the old man's right arm holding the sword.
"So there are really saints in the world?!" Ximen Wuhen, who was walking behind Ouyang Chongming, felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
"There are saints in the world!"
Ouyang Chongming said calmly: "It's just that saints are self-disciplined and don't come out easily."
Ximen Wuhen sighed and asked worriedly: "Is it possible that the female saint knows that guy?"
Ouyang Chongming was stunned, then turned back to look at him and smiled: "Didn't you hear that? That guy killed the female saint's disciple, but the female saint didn't mean to blame him. Doesn't this explain the problem?"
Even Ouyang Chongming was secretly frightened, thinking that it was a good thing that Snowfield Holy Land did not take action, otherwise he might end up like the elder of the Wang family in Loulan City.
You know, the four holy places are just in the name of holy places, but on the surface there are no saints in any of them.
This is the reason why the four holy places can maintain balance.
Looking at the guy in front of him, he sighed again and again in his heart. He lamented that the law enforcement elders of Tianyun Mountain were blind and that the head coach of Tianyun Mountain was cowardly and even compromised with the law enforcement elders.
Taking back the opportunity that the young man had fought for with his life... But no one expected that that guy would actually get a new opportunity from the Lord of Loulan City.
Is it possible that everything has its own destiny?
Of course, this is just a secret in his heart, and he will not tell the guy in front of him.
In his opinion, even the female saint of Meishan was very fond of that young man. For this reason, he could ignore the hatred of the young sword-slaying disciple and instead settle accounts with the Wang family.
The cause and effect of all this is not too big with the Snowfield Holy Land, but all the cause and effect falls on Tianyun Mountain.
In his opinion, after this expedition to the ruins, it would be difficult for Zhufeng's senior brother to return to Tianyun Mountain.
With the attention of the female saint of Meishan, does the boy still need the opportunity of Tianyun Mountain?
"It's true that God's calculations are worse than those of man, haha..."
Ouyang Chongming, who was in a good mood, laughed, patted Ximen Wuhen on the shoulder and said, "Let's go back and have a drink. The mountains are as lonely as snow, and we have to stay in Lantian Town for a long time."
Ximen Wuhen didn't understand why Ouyang Chongming was laughing, but it was an indisputable fact that he would stay here for half a year to wait for his sister's return.
He sighed and said quietly: "Everything that happened today, even if I tell you, no one will believe it."
Ouyang Chongming was stunned, looked at him and replied calmly: "So what? Didn't everything happen under your eyes?"
...
The snow mountain storm has passed, and the people who have entered the ancient ruins under the volcano have just begun their adventure.
Somewhere in a mysterious place, on top of a mountain.
Different from Tianhuang Mountain, there is no evil spirit here, but ancient trees and a broad stone flat on the top of the mountain.
In the center of this stone flat, a huge cedar stands quietly, its huge crown covering one third of the stone flat.
Under the ancient cedar tree, there is a green lotus in bud, quietly sending out green mist.
On the entire peak, spiritual energy is like insoluble rain, silently nourishing this huge green lotus.
The young man whose chest was stabbed by Wang Changchun's sword was like a lotus seed, sitting quietly on the lotus platform with his eyes closed, slowly repairing the wounds on his body as a faint green light emerged.
Li Xiuyuan, who was between life and death, was transported to an unknown world by the passage under the mountain fire.
In the Jade Disk Space, the old man was throwing the medicine dregs in his hand into the river to feed the fish. He looked at the old Taoist priest sitting under the tree and said with a bitter smile: "This guy has never lived in peace since he left Tianyun Mountain! "
Looking at the thick cloud of chaotic energy in the sky, the old Taoist priest nodded and said: "The world here is more dangerous than under Mount Xumi."
After feeding the fish, the old man returned to the tree to make tea. He straightened the teapot in his hand and asked, "That Loulan family is so crazy. The young master just went to stand in the ruins of the Chen family for a while, and then he caused a lot of murders along the way. "
The old Taoist priest retracted his gaze from the sky and said quietly: "This is his shortcoming, but also his advantage. His character determines his destiny."
The old man sighed, and while pouring the old Taoist spiritual tea, he asked: "Master, is this the ancient world?"
The old Taoist priest thought for a while, looked at him and smiled: "Yes, and no, this is just a corner of the ancient world."
Picking up the spiritual tea in front of him, the old Taoist took a sip, looked into the sky and said quietly: "Even you wouldn't have thought that it would go around and around again."
The old man was startled when he heard this and looked at the old Taoist priest in a daze.
After a while, he asked: "The speed of time here...will it cause chaos? Also, what about the children coming from the passage?"
"Are they? They are still venturing beneath the volcano. They probably have to wait ten and a half days to get here, right?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said calmly: "The world is full of wonders. I never expected that there is a way to this ancient world under the volcano..."
"As for the flow of time? It's not the first time he has experienced it...For him, this place is just an appetizer..."
The old man nodded and asked seriously: "Are all the children under the volcano coming here? How can they stand up to the monsters in the prehistoric world if they are only at the realm of transformation into gods?"
In the old man's opinion, even if Li Xiuyuan had a strong physical body, he might not be able to defeat the ferocious monsters in the ancient world, not to mention that many monsters had already gained spiritual power.
The old Taoist priest thought for a while, took a sip of the spiritual tea in front of him, and then said: "What they are going to experience is an adventure in a corner of the Tianshan Mountains in the prehistoric world, and they cannot go to more dangerous places."
"That's very good. I wonder if the time for their return is decided by the master or is it the Snowfield Holy Land...the little master's adventure?"
For the old man, what he cares most about is Li Xiuyuan's practice here and on the Xuanwu Continent.
The other monks just had a fate with Li Xiuyuan, and to him they were just like passers-by.
The old Taoist priest thought for a while and replied quietly: "Those children will not stay here for long. As for my disciple? His practice trajectory is somewhat beyond my expectation..."
"What did the master say? Is it possible that the little master is still in danger?"
The old man frowned, gently put down the kettle in his hand, looked at the old Taoist priest and asked nervously.
The old Taoist priest sighed, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "My original intention was to kick him to the Xuanwu Continent to polish him up, but I didn't expect that he would have a fate with the female saint..."
Whether it's Li Xiuyuan's Phoenix Nirvana or exploring the depths of the snowy mountains, they are all dispensable things in the eyes of the old Taoist priest.
Only the female saint of Meishan was not what he expected. This was simply a stroke of genius.
All because Li Xiuyuan took one more look at the ruins of the Chen family in Loulan City...
This made the master of the Wang family want to wipe out the roots, and then the disciple of the female saint on the Tongtian River turned into a killer, just to repay the favor of the head of the Wang family...
After Li Xiuyuan killed the female killer with his sword, he became involved with the owner of Meishan.
The snow on Tag Snow Mountain was naturally made by the old Taoist priest, but he never expected that the female saint of Meishan would drop a divine thunder to punish the great elder of the Wang family.
It can be seen from the words of the master of Meishan that he clearly loves his precious disciple and has no intention of blaming him at all.
In this way, the old Taoist priest gained a new understanding of his precious disciple.
Looking at the old man in front of him, the old Taoist laughed loudly and said, "Believe it or not, when he leaves this ancient world, the phaseless golden body can still go up to the next level!"
The old man trembled and couldn't help but ask: "Doesn't that mean that he can cultivate to the fifth level of Phoenix Nirvana and the third level of the phaseless golden body? Isn't this really terrifying?"
"Otherwise? If he can't achieve these results, wouldn't all his suffering be in vain?"
In the eyes of the old Taoist priest, Li Xiuyuan was the only disciple he had accepted in thousands of years. He did not want his disciple to become a mediocre monk.
The old man sighed, pointed at the little black horse playing wildly on the grassy slope and asked: "The little family will probably become wise in a short time. Does the master want to take it away?"
The old Taoist priest followed the old man's gaze and looked up at Cao Po, and couldn't help but laugh: "This guy can't ferry people across himself, but he has crossed countless creatures in the world..."
"And the fish in the river..." The old man couldn't help but add another sentence.
The old Taoist priest shook his head and said with a smile: "In this way, I will comply with your wishes and give these two little guys a chance. Let them accompany you in this world. It must be a happy thing."
Before he finished speaking, the old Taoist priest stretched out his hand and popped out two golden lights.
One flew to the fish in the river, and the other flew to the grass slope. He turned back and stared at his little black horse.
