Time flies, and all things are born, die and reincarnate, but there are always some things that can withstand the test of time and have never changed any trace in the endless river of time.

In the early morning, the top of Mount Emei was filled with clouds and the red light of the rising sun reflected through the clouds, emitting colorful light. The so-called high places were extremely cold. On this mountain top, not only the temperature was extremely low, but the strong wind was strong and the sharp wind was as sharp as a knife. Almost no creature could survive here. However, in such a dangerous and amazing place, two figures, one tall and one short, were fighting quickly, for a day and a night.

After a long time, the two of them finally separated. The tall figure gasped slightly, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a while before he came back.

But the short man was still energetic and didn't look like he had fought with someone for a day and a night. After the tall figure finished his breathing, the short man said, "Senior sister, you said that the master has been in seclusion for five hundred years, why haven't he left the seclusion yet? When will the master still be in seclusion? I see that the master's wife will stay in front of the master's seclusion door every day."

The tall figure said, "I don't know when the master will come out of seclusion, but I am now a third-level true immortal cultivation. After the master comes out of seclusion, I can definitely give the master a surprise. Red Boy, stop resting, hurry up and gesture with me again!"

"You were obviously going to rest just now!" Hong Chi'er said in her heart. She sighed weakly, but she didn't dare to ignore her senior sister. Hong Chi'er could only hold the Red Tassel Spear tightly and fight with Jia Yao again.

Looking down on the earth, Mount Emei is beautiful and the mountains are majestic, and everything seems to have not changed at all. The Sanxing Temple located on the hillside of the main peak of Mount Emei is still standing firm and has never been destroyed by the five hundred years.

Time always passes in silence. Before we know it, the day is at its peak, but Jia Yao and Hong Chi'er on the top of Mount Emei are still fighting fiercely.

During the five hundred years of Yang Zhen's retreat, Lan Yue has been guiding Red Boy and Jia Yao instructing the practice of the practice. Jia Yao's current cultivation is the ultimate Golden Immortal of the Great Luo. Just waiting for the opportunity to come, she can become a quasi-saint of the corpse. But for some reason, Lan Yue is not anxious about this. Not only does she not retreat from time to time, she even only does daily practice and has never made any calculations for her own cultivation.

But it is precisely because of this that Lan Yue has more time to guide Red Boy and Jia Yao, which has led to their cultivation level by leaps and bounds. Jia Yao has even cultivated to the third level of True Immortal, and her strength has improved rapidly.

Compared with Jia Yao, Hong Chi'er has also cultivated to the sixth level of Taiyi True Immortal. In less than a thousand years, she can reach the realm of the Golden Immortal and truly reach the realm of a master in the Three Realms.

Red Boy has been born for only a thousand years, and it has only been two thousand years since her practice. Such speed is indeed worthy of his talent. Of course, compared to Yang Zhen and Sun Wukong, Red Boy is still much worse than the "monster" monk like Yang Zhen and Sun Wukong. But compared with normal people, Red Boy is already an amazing genius.

At this time, a figure flew over the foot of the mountain, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Jiayao and Hongboer. "Stop fighting, the master is asking you to come over."

"Sister Qinglian!" After Jia Yao stopped, she greeted the visitor first, and then asked curiously: "Sister Qinglian, is there anything wrong with the master's wife asking us to go over?"

"I don't understand either, but the master seemed a little excited. After telling me, he left on his own." Qinglian explained.

"Master's wife is a little excited!" Jia Yao frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly exclaimed: "Is it because the master is going to leave the seclusion? Red Boy, go! Let's go back to welcome the master out of seclusion!"

Hongboer was also a little excited at this time. He had not seen his master for five hundred years, and Hongboer missed Yang Zhen very much.

In the quiet room of the Sanxing Hall, Yang Zhen sat quietly cross-legged on a golden cushion, closing his eyes to exercise his skills. The entire quiet room looked nothing unusual, but if someone broke into this quiet room, it would turn into pink and disappear into this world in the blink of an eye.

Because the entire quiet room is in Yang Zhen's time barrier, after five hundred years of rest, Yang Zhen has initially understood the unique skills of time acceleration, and now in this quiet room is in the formation of time acceleration. Therefore, once someone breaks into the quiet room, he will be crushed into dust by the interlaced time.

Unlike the time barrier in the Heavenly Court, Yang Zhen’s barrier is very dangerous, especially when he is still in an unstable state, even Yang Zhen himself is at risk of being crushed into pieces at any time.

I don’t know how long it took, but Yang Zhen suddenly opened his eyes and disappeared out of thin air into the quiet room and appeared in the woods near Mount Emei.

Taking a deep breath of the air of nature and feeling the breath of freedom in nature, Yang Zhen first sent a message to the blue moon on Mount Emei, and then flew into the air in the air.

In a dense forest, there was a very spacious open space. Yang Zhen pressed the clouds and landed on the open space, quietly waiting for the arrival of the blue moon.

With a flash of light, Lan Yue had already flew behind Yang Zhen. Looking at the figure that he had not seen for five hundred years, Lan Yue was excited and rushed over directly, hugged the figure, and murmured: "Husband! We finally meet again."

Yang Zhen turned around slowly, looking at Lan Yue's tender eyes, with a little tears flashing with heart-wrenching beauty.

Lan Yue has always been strong, but Yang Zhen knew that even if Lan Yue's cultivation is enough to be proud of the three worlds, it is difficult to hide the soft intestines in her heart.

"Moon!" Yang Zhen thought softly, and an endless joy in his heart moistened Yang Zhen's eyes. After looking at Lan Yue for a long time, Yang Zhen reached out and hugged Lan Yue into his arms.

Yang Zhen spent five hundred years in practice, so he never felt the passage of time. However, Lan Yue had never been in seclusion and practiced. For the past five hundred years, she had been waiting on the mountain for Yang Zhen to come out of seclusion. Who can understand the five hundred years of loneliness?

Perhaps Lan Yue, who had been with the demon queen Xi and hundreds of thousands of years in the floating clouds, has long been used to loneliness. But only when you have expectations in your heart can you understand how painful it is to wait.

Yang Zhen called out Lan Yue with a voice transmission. He originally wanted to compete with Lan Yue so that Lan Yue could experiment with her own experience whether her cultivation was enough to break the time barrier left by the demon queen Xihe.

But when Yang Zhen saw Lan Yue and felt Lan Yue's tenderness, Yang Zhen had already thrown this plan out of the sky.

Holding Lan Yue and flying gently, Yang Zhen stepped on the auspicious clouds and slowly flew towards Mount Emei. Looking at Lan Yue's joyful smile in his arms, Yang Zhen said softly: "Yue! Do you remember that we had an agreement before? Whoever flew from Nanzhanbuzhou to Mount Emei will win, and the loser will have to cook for the winner."

"Of course I remember, I lost!" Lan Yue said angrily.
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