From the real fairyland to the Immortal King''s realm, what is missing is a layer of perception.


    This layer of understanding can only be meaningful and unspeakable. I don''t know how many people are baffled. Many true immortal friars often don''t understand until they die and stop in the true fairyland.


    However, Yang Xuan is different. Even without this ancient divine fruit, he is confident that he can make a breakthrough within half a year, but half a year is not a short time for him.


    In his opinion, cultivation should race against time. If you can break through the realm early, you must not delay too much.


    "The ancient divine fruit is the divine fruit of the divine family. It can indeed be used to break through the bottleneck of cultivation and rely on foreign objects to improve cultivation, which is bound to damage the Taoist foundation."


    The voice of Emperor Yan Xuanyuan without war came from heaven and clearly conveyed to Yang Xuaner.


    "The disciple will remember the words of the master."


    Yang xuandao was born in the lower world and cultivated step by step. He fought blood and honed life and death again and again. A Taoist heart has long been as firm as a rock and unshakable.


    It is true that the ancient divine fruit has some side effects, but this side effect is difficult to damage his Taoist foundation.


    "Hey, when you are a teacher, you can already predict a trace of good and bad luck in the future. Maybe a catastrophe will come soon. You have to be careful."


    Emperor Yan suddenly sighed. His vitality was dead and almost came to the end of his life. But Yang Xuan was still young and had not fully grown up. He must not die under the catastrophe.


    "Is the dark family really going to be born?"


    Yang Xuan frowned slightly.


    "You don''t have to worry too much. As long as you are still a teacher, you will protect the road for you, and what you need to do is to become stronger."


    "I will, but will the master really die? I have mastered the power of reincarnation. Maybe I can help the master reincarnate."


    "It''s not necessary. Being a teacher can''t enter reincarnation. In this world, I''m afraid only the fatalistic Lord can help you change your life against the sky. Unfortunately, the fatalistic Lord has always been in the great eternal world since ancient times, and it''s easy not to appear. Well, don''t say that. Practice first and stabilize the lower realm."


    "OK."


    Yang Xuan nodded, sat cross legged, recited the first two paragraphs of the Taoist Scripture, and quickly absorbed the immortal Qi between heaven and earth.


    The Taoist Scripture is his cultivation method. It is only a speed of absorbing immortal Qi, which is many times stronger than many immortal methods in the world.


    This ancient Scripture is also the foundation of his strength. He has to take time to understand more in the future in order to master the complete scriptures. At that time, his cultivation speed will definitely reach a terrible level.


    "This is... Taoist Scripture."


    Emperor Yan saw something faintly, and his voice revealed a deep shock. The Taoist Scripture is also known as the enlightenment Heart Sutra. It is said that only the fatalistic Lord will be mastered by Yang Xuan.


    The most important thing is that the Taoist Scriptures are useful to him. Perhaps he can use them to continue his life.


    "The way of heaven is more than enough to make up for the deficiency. The way of man is less than enough to serve the surplus..."


    Yang Xuan closed his eyes slightly, forgot everything and me, quietly read the Scriptures, and his heart gradually calmed down. Inside and outside his body, there seemed to be a mysterious Taoist sound echoing, like countless people singing the scriptures of the supreme Avenue.


    Gradually, the ancient scriptures turned into mysterious characters, which led to the eight immortal Qi riots and gathered towards his body like a river tide.


    This is a wonder. The flow speed and quantity of immortal Qi also startled many people nearby.


    "Who is it? Is this going to step into the immortal holy land?"


    "It''s really brave to break through cultivation in the TIANYAO mountain. Don''t you know that the Soul Eater likes to swallow immortal Qi in addition to swallowing raw souls?"


    "Come on, let''s go and have a look."


    Yang Xuan didn''t know that his cultivation triggered a torrent of immortal Qi. All his mind was immersed in the mystery of Taoist Scriptures.


    The Taoist Scripture comes from the legendary great immortality world. It is a mysterious ancient Scripture on a piece of stone called mending heaven in the great immortality world. Every time he reads this Scripture, Yang Xuan feels that he seems to be further away from immortality.


    "It''s worthy of being the first Sutra of all ages. It helped me stabilize my cultivation so quickly!"


    With the effort of incense, he suddenly opened his eyes, which became more and more bright and transparent, like two magnificent gemstones shining in the dark cave.


    At the moment, his cultivation is still a great heaven in the Immortal King''s realm, but his magic power is incomparably strong. He has more than doubled compared with the past. Even without using the dark devil war body, he may be able to fight a middle Immortal King.


    "Good, good."


    Yang Xuan clenched his teeth, clenched his fists and stood up from the ground excitedly. The powerful power brought by the surge of mana made him want to roar up to the sky.


    Cultivation determines strength. Without a certain cultivation and strong mana support, even if he has powerful magical powers and secrets, it is difficult to give full play to his power.


    "There are some people outside. They are all fairies. Deal with them yourself!"


    Hearing the voice of Emperor Yan, Yang Xuan scattered his mana and drank violently outside the cave, "I practice, and a group of young people dare to disturb me. Can''t you die?"


    "I don''t mean to offend you. I came here for that Soul Eater. Have you ever seen it?"


    A voice came from outside the cave in a polite tone.


    "I haven''t seen it. There can''t be soul eaters here. If you don''t want to die, you''ll leave immediately."


    Yang Xuan didn''t want to tunnel.


    "Hum, even if you are an immortal saint, you shouldn''t talk to us like this. I''ll come and have a look. Do you dare to attack me, a disciple of the hidden sword palace?"


    With a cold hum, someone stepped into the cave where Yang Xuan was located.


    "Is the disciple of Tibetan sword Palace Great? Get out of here!"


    Yang Xuan''s body moved and his speed was incredible. When the disciple of the Tibetan sword palace came back, he saw a figure roaring and crashing into his arms.


    Bang!


    With a loud noise, the man flew upside down and burst out with blood in his mouth. His face suddenly showed an incredible color of horror and shouted, "please spare your life, senior. I''ll go now."


    After that, he controlled his body, withdrew from the cave without looking back all the way, and fell into the crowd.


    "Brother Shen was hurt. What''s the matter?"


    "Is this cave really an immortal saint?"


    A group of fairy children exclaimed that in the TIANYAO mountain, there is a mysterious atmosphere all year round. This atmosphere can isolate the divine mind from prying. Unless the cultivation reaches the immortal Empire, the superior Immortal King will come and the divine mind will be greatly suppressed.


    "Don''t ask. Let''s go quickly. The strength of the other party is very good. It''s ruthless. We can''t provoke it."


    Leave a word. The Tibetan sword palace disciple, who was called brother Shen, turned around and left in spite of his serious injury.


    This scene also frightened other people. One by one, they quickly spread out their body methods and fled to the distance.


    Yang Xuan didn''t pursue, which could only be regarded as a small deterrent. He couldn''t really kill these people and get into trouble for nothing.