Chapter 121 Jialan Cloud Grass

Night, an uneasy night.

The cool breeze blew, and the leaves moaned in the slender trunks.

In the vast sky, eight bright stars were like the eyes of gods, emitting dazzling light, staring at the earth.

In the mountains and jungles, the long roars of the Yuan beasts came one after another, which was terrifying.

Such a night is like going back to the chaotic period of ancient times.

Amid the plants and trees, a white shadow suddenly flashed, like a ghost in the darkness.

Bai Ying moved forward without any stagnation, and her direction was Haotian Peak.

The white shadow is elegant and has a very fast speed, and it is fleeting for dozens of miles.

Haotian Peak.

Song Er is a disciple of the third generation of Haotian Sect, and her qualifications are quite good, but there are countless disciples with good qualifications in Haotian Sect, so her status in the sect is only mediocre.

Song Er looked at the Haotian Peak that was towering into the sky and sighed inwardly. Today he patrols the mountains again. When will such a day end?

The Haotianmen patrol mountain has always been a group of two people. Dickens around him is also a three-generation disciple who is unsuccessful in the sect. Although a large sect has a profound foundation and infinite glory, it is even more difficult to make a name for itself.

It can be said that in Haotian Gate, less than one-fifth of the disciples are truly popular, and most of the others are unsuccessful like Song Er.

Song Er looked at his black hair and black eyes, then looked at Dickens' blue blue eyes, and couldn't help but remember what his master once said, in the Tianshu Continent, black hair and black eyes are all bloodlines inherited from ancient times. Although there are many humans with black hair and black eyes now, they are much smaller than those of other races, accounting for less than one percent of the world's population.

Thinking of this, Song Er couldn't help but feel proud again. Although this ancient bloodline was so thin that it could not bring any benefits to him, at least I was!

Seeing Dickens looking drowsy, he frowned: "Dickens, be careful not to fall asleep, cheer up. Today is the festival of gods. If a Yuan Beast rushes into the sect, you and I will not be able to explain it."

Dickens shrugged indifferently: "Run into the sect? Senior brother, don't joke, who dares to rush into my Haotian Gate!"

Song Er thought about it, the Haotian Gate stood tens of thousands here. Whether it was the surrounding Heavenly Book Master or the Yuan Beast, they already knew the status of Haotian Gate. Haotian Gate was equivalent to a holy land in this ancient mountain range.

Song Er was different from Liu Cheng. Liu Cheng knew almost nothing about this mountain range. Song Er grew up here since he was a child, so he naturally knew that it was called the Guluo Mountains. The Guluo Mountains were called the Shangqi Mountains in ancient times, but they were later renamed the Guluo Mountains.

Seeing that Dickens was still sleepy, Song Er could only sigh helplessly.

At this moment, he felt a white shadow flashing in front of him, but when he rubbed his eyes, he found that there was nothing.

Is it an illusion? Thinking of this, Song Er sighed secretly: "I might as well be like Dickens, at least I can spend less energy." He looked at the Eight Stars in the sky and couldn't help but think it was a pity that this was a great opportunity for cultivation, but he could only patrol the mountains.

"Bang!"

Dickens, who had been shaking two steps, suddenly fell down. Song Er was stunned. Just as he was about to shout, he heard a beautiful but cold voice from his ear: "Don't make a sound, otherwise I think you know the result. Whatever I ask, you will answer."

Song Er's vest was sweating coldly when he heard this. He didn't expect that he would actually encounter such a thing, and someone wanted to break into Haotian Gate. But for him, nothing was as important as his own life, so he nodded carefully.

The cold woman continued to say, "Where do you put important things in the sect in Haotian Sect like this?"

Although Song Er is a disciple of the third generation, this problem that is well-known in Haotian Sect is still clear. However, he is not stupid, his eyes rolled and said, "This - this Crown Prince, but I tell you, can you guarantee not to kill me?"

"meeting."

A very simple word, Song Er breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that this powerful Crown Prince was disdainful to deceive him, so he said truthfully: "In Tiange, all the important medicinal and treasures in the sect are in it!" He was still thinking about it at this moment. The Tiange was full of protection. As long as this Crown Prince went to Tiange, he would definitely be captured.

The woman said again with a voice: "Do you know where the Holy Grass of Haotian Peak is?"

Song Er was shocked when he heard this. This man actually hit Jialan Cloud Grass, one of the treasures of Haotianfeng Town.

The Galan Cloud Grass grows in the western wastelands of the Guluo Mountains. It is ripe for ten years. The cave entrance is protected by the ten-level holy beast Jialan.

Haotian Gate obtained it a thousand years ago. As long as the opponent is not yet scattered, he can survive by taking it and may also increase his cultivation.

But where such a treasure is placed, it is naturally not something that a mere third generation disciple can know.

When Lan Yan saw his expression, she understood that he didn't know and flew out without hesitation.

Song Er was kicked away and fell to the mountain. When he fell, he looked at Lan Yan in disbelief, as if asking: "Didn't you agree not to kill me?"

Lan Yan looked at Song Er's falling figure lightly and whispered: "Even if you die, you will be killed by yourself, not by me." This sentence was what Liu Cheng taught her at the beginning. When Liu Cheng thought of Liu Cheng, Lan Yan had no scruples and kicked Dickens who was lying on the side.

"Is Tiange?" Lan Yan murmured with beautiful eyes at the top of Haotian Peak.

Late at night, although the defense of the entire Haotian Peak was the most stringent in 16 years, it was also the weakest. The number of disciples patrolling the mountain was three times that of ordinary people, but they were all low-powered disciples. Those disciples with high strength and masters of the sect were seizing this opportunity once every sixteen years to practice.

For this reason, Lan Yan reached the top of Haotian Peak, but no one noticed it.

Haotianmen Tiange.

Lan Yan stood in the darkness, looking at the magnificent giant pavilion in front of him.

The elegance of Tiange and Zi Lingxuan in Zijing Valley is completely different. The main building has a net height of nearly 60 meters and covers an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters.

The attic has gorgeous colors and is still vicissitudes. Looking from afar, the sky pavilion is like a huge Kunpeng spreading its wings and intends to fly westward.

Not far from Tian Pavilion is the Haotian Pond on Haotian Peak. The shadows of the pavilions are reflected in the pool, making them full of fun.

There is a huge horizontal plaque under the eaves of the first floor of the Tiange, engraved with "Tiange".

Lan Yan looked calm, and the breeze blew across her sleeves, as if she was about to dance.

After she glanced around her divinely, she quickly rushed into the Tiange at an extremely fast speed.

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Chapter completed!