"I seem to have forgotten something."
Over Penglai Island, Tang Hao floated forward unhurriedly. Behind him, Baili and Qinghe followed silently.
Looking at the ground under his feet, Tang Hao thought for a while, but he couldn't remember what he had forgotten.
Shaking his head, Tang Hao, who couldn't think of anything, stopped thinking about it and began to appreciate the scenery at his feet.
I have to say that the scenery of Penglai Island is still very good. Although I have been here once before, the flight route this time is completely different from last time, and the scenery I saw is also different.
Everywhere is full of life, and all kinds of immortal birds and spiritual beasts are looming.
The spiritual energy gathers in the mist, and the mist becomes diffuse again, just like the world of mortals and the jade capital.
"Sir, what are the exercises in the Jiejiao Sutra Pavilion?"
Just as Tang Hao was enjoying the scenery at his feet with ease, Qinghe's voice suddenly sounded behind him.
At this time, Qinghe looked like she was thinking. After asking, she murmured curiously: "I wonder if the Qingluan clan's skills can be practiced by humans."
"I haven't been to Jiejiao's Sutra-Tiding Pavilion either."
"So I don't know what's inside."
Tang Hao suddenly became interested when he heard Qinghe's inquiry.
After answering her first question, Tang Hao spoke again: "Xiao Qing, what are the skills of your Qingluan clan?"
For such a long time, it seems that I haven't asked Qinghe what else he can do besides flying.
Baili, who was flying at the rear, was also looking at Qinghe in front of him with some curiosity.
Only now did he realize that the little girl in front of him was actually the legendary Qingluan clan.
The Qingluan clan’s skills should not be practiced by the human race, right?
Hearing Tang Hao's inquiry, Qing He retracted his thoughts and said without hesitation: "Our Qingluan clan has very few skills, only three books."
"They are Cloud Breaking, Sky Breaking, and Yuan Yuan."
"Leap into the abyss?"
Tang Hao raised his eyebrows. He remembered that Qingluan, also known as Qingniao, was the darling of the wind. He was born in the wind and grew up in the wind. His whole body was as green as the dawn sky.
For example, breaking clouds and splitting the sky are related to the wind.
But... what is this Yuanyuan?
"Xiao Qing, what is the technique of leaping into the abyss?" Tang Hao asked with a hint of doubt.
"Sir, Yue Yuan is the core skill of our Qingluan clan, but it is similar to the Feng clan's bathing in fire."
A touch of pride suddenly appeared on Qinghe's face at this moment, "To be precise, Yueyuan's full name is Yueyuan Hidden Sun Jue."
"This magical method is only used by our Qingluan clan when we face a situation of certain death."
"Yueyuan died nine times, but survived one life."
"Born into Qingluan, it covers the sky and the sun."
Qing He's voice was as clear and sweet as a wind chime, but it caused ripples in Tang Hao's heart.
The story of the Feng Clan's rebirth from the ashes is well known to everyone, and Tang Hao is naturally familiar with it.
But he never expected that Qingluan, whose name was Phoenix, also had the ability to be reborn.
A beautiful scene suddenly appeared in my mind.
Beside the abyss, a dying Qingluan exudes a magnificent and noble atmosphere in the sun.
But the next moment, Qingluan resolutely jumped towards the abyss.
Then, a mighty wind swept across the entire world.
The true form of Qingluan, who was reborn from the ashes, suddenly spread his wings and jumped up from the abyss.
High above the nine heavens, the sun is covered with bright light!
"Leaping into the abyss to hide the sun, haha, not bad, not bad."
After withdrawing his thoughts, Tang Hao admired sincerely.
No matter which world, as long as it is a technique similar to rebirth, it is extremely precious.
The same was true in the prehistoric times. After all, all living things were born in heaven and earth and basically only had one life.
Qinghe's eyes almost narrowed when he heard Tang Hao's praise.
Without thinking, she said directly: "Sir, do you want to read this book?"
"No."
Who would have thought that in the face of Qinghe's generosity, Tang Hao shook his head.
Not to mention who else can threaten me now, and I am not Qingluan, so what is the use of this method?
"Uh..." Baili looked at Qing He, who was a little downcast because of Tang Hao's rejection, and hesitated to speak.
A technique comparable to the Phoenix Clan's rebirth from the ashes, this is something no one can ask for.
Sir, he doesn’t like it, but I like it!
But after struggling for a long time, Baili finally didn't speak.
If this technique is really useful to the human race, even if Tang Hao doesn't need it, he probably won't refuse it.
Looking at Qing He in front of him, a strange color flashed in Baili's eyes.
Although Qing He's cultivation level is a level higher than his, in his eyes, Qing He is just a little girl.
If Qinghe hadn't said it himself, Baili wouldn't have known that she was so strong.
It can only be said that the famous Shaoxu Shi, any race that is famous in the ancient times, is not simple.
While Tang Hao and Qing He were talking, the three of them had returned to the vicinity of Biyou Palace from the edge of Penglai Island.
As for the location of the Hidden Gold Pavilion, Tang Hao had already figured out the location when he first arrived at Penglai Island.
In addition to chatting with Tongtian and others this time when he came to Penglai Island, Tang Hao had long wanted to visit the Hidden Gold Pavilion.
After all, the human race can't do it, and he also has no skills.
From the time he entered the prehistoric times to the present, Tang Hao is still a little confused about certain knowledge of cultivation.
Except for the two Dao-level exercises that Tongtian gave him, Tang Hao couldn't even do a simple fireball technique.
A monk who has transcended the tribulation realm does not know any magic skills. No one would believe it if he told him that.
Soon, Tang Hao stopped in front of a mountain peak dozens of miles away from Biyou Palace.
Halfway up the mountain peak, a large hall exuding a simple and mysterious atmosphere suddenly stood up.
Compared with Gongshan Pavilion, the number of disciples entering and exiting this hall can be said to be pitiful.
There is no way, now that the world is in turmoil, no good disciples dare to leave Penglai Island casually.
If you don’t go out, there will be no good merit. If you don’t have good merit, you won’t be able to enter the Sutra Pavilion.
"Is this where Jie Jiao stores his skills?"
Behind Tang Hao, Baili looked at the great hall at his feet, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.
In a daze, he had already seen that through the techniques he had acquired in Jie Jiao, he had begun to transform into what they would look like after cultivation.
"Let's go."
Tang Hao saw Baili's urgency and smiled. He didn't waste any more time and took the lead to float towards the main hall at his feet.
Baili followed without hesitation, while Qinghe seemed a little uninterested and fell behind.
Soon, the three figures stopped outside the hall.
Although there are not many disciples entering and leaving the Sutra Pavilion, there are still some.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Tang Hao specially manifested his cultivation from Xuanxian again.
I have to say that this move is indeed effective. Although his temperament is extraordinary, because his realm is just that of a mysterious immortal, the disciples only glanced at the three of them and then looked away.
The moment Tang Hao landed, the hall in front of him suddenly trembled inexplicably.
The next moment, a vague figure appeared in front of Tang Hao and the others.
"My lord, I am the formation spirit of the Sutra Pavilion."
"The saint has already informed me, just come with me."
