The saint of fraternity pushed ye QingHan to follow the wind and Yang, and in the twinkling of an eye appeared in the back mountain, just like a small secret place. As expected, there are only seven or eight exotic peach trees here, but they are mature, with pleasant mountains and rivers and rich aura.
Ye QingHan didn''t speak. At this time, the saint of fraternity had understood what he thought, so he asked, "have you ever seen a fairy peach tree, which has been transformed into heaven, and these heterogeneous fairy peach trees are transformed by its fruit."
Feng Yang suddenly changed his face and said respectfully, "holy, our ancestors once said that those who see the fairy peach tree can be holy, but so far, no one has ever seen..."
The saint of fraternity smiled indifferently and asked, "since no one has seen it, why did your ancestors say that those who see the fairy peach tree can be holy? How can they know that there is a fairy peach tree if they haven''t seen it?"
This legend can show that the Xiantao tree must stop here, and the world has found that these heterogeneous Xiantao trees are proof.
Feng Yang doesn''t know how to refute. This sentence is a legend, but now no one has confirmed it, and he hasn''t seen Xiantao tree.
"Where did you get these exotic peach trees?" asked the saint of fraternity.
Feng Yang frowned, thought for a moment, and replied, "my father found them in a mountain when I was a child. At that time, they were still seedlings, and I especially liked to eat peaches when I was a child, so he tried his best to leave and transplanted more than ten peach trees, but several died halfway."
"Position, take us there," said the saint of fraternity in a deep voice.
Feng Yang hesitated. After all, the time has passed for too long. The sun and moon have moved and the mountains and rivers have changed. The location of that year has long been blurred, but the location can be determined, so he rushed out of the ancient city with them.
Outside the ancient city, the mountains rise and fall like dragons. Although it is a small area, it is still full of the power of the big world.
Fog filled the mountains, and the waterfall seemed to break the Milky way, rushing from the sky to the earth.
Water and aura are very suitable for human cultivation. They are also small areas. They are more suitable for practitioners to survive than Kyushu, and they are much larger.
Boom!
The ice chariot landed in a valley, surrounded by mountains, with overwhelming aura and rich flavor.
Feng Yang looked around suspiciously. The time passed too long. He really couldn''t determine the specific location. He could only remember that his father was hunting and hunting animals nearby, and said, "shangsheng should be near here."
The divine knowledge of fraternity covers thousands of miles, searching for fairy traces.
WOW!!
An idea rises from the sky, covering thousands of miles, and every corner is controlled. The field is born, and every plant and tree, even if it is windy and careless, can not be separated from the control of this idea.
At this time, Feng Yang knew that the real strongest man was the confused man lying on the ice chariot.
"Hiss, hiss..."
Feng Yang was stunned and his eyes were filled with horror. From the appearance, ye QingHan and the saint of fraternity are very young, but he knew that the saint of fraternity must have a longer and ancient history than himself, but ye QingHan is different. Ye QingHan is too young, with a history of tens of thousands of years at most, which can be seen from his eyebrows.
How abnormal is it that you can become a saint after tens of thousands of years of cultivation? And more powerful than the saint of fraternity, this existence is beyond his understanding.
WOW——————
Whew————————
The ice chariot moved and soared to the sky. In the twinkling of an eye, it appeared thousands of miles away. A deep pit in front covered several miles, as if an ancient tree had been uprooted.
Although ye QingHan can''t see it, his divine sense is his eyes, covering a few miles around, controlling his mind and picking up a handful of soil from the depths of the pit. He has seen Xiantao. The smell of Xiantao tree is related to Xiantao. At the moment, it is almost certain that this is the place where Xiantao tree takes root, but it has been too long, and the Xianqi on it is too weak.
Feng Yang and the saint of fraternity came to ye QingHan. When Feng Yang looked at ye QingHan again, his eyes were full of fear and awe, even if it was just a "corpse".
The saint of fraternity came behind ye QingHan, held his cold hand and asked, "is this where the Xiantao tree takes root? If it can be proved that this is it, it means that the route we are looking for is right and we can find it sooner or later."
Ye QingHan wants to hold the hand of the saint of fraternity, but his hands have completely lost consciousness. Although the body is still his own, it is not his own. This feeling is very helpless and sad.
Fraternity saint is also very helpless. At this time, only Xiantao tree can help him. Whether it can be saved or not, it is always an opportunity.
"Fengyang, how many life stars are there in this small area?"
A dozen words appeared on the pit, filled with Xianwei.
Feng Yang''s hair suddenly began. At the moment, he understood ye QingHan''s state. He didn''t dare to ask more. He hurriedly replied, "go back... Shangsheng, there are tens of thousands of small areas connected with each other. Although it is based on countless stars, I''m afraid it''s not much smaller than the big world."
After hearing this, ye QingHan was a little tired. He naturally knew how big the big world was. He didn''t expect countless small domain combinations, which made the sage helpless.
"It doesn''t matter. We can always find it one by one." the saint of fraternity quickly comforted.
Ye QingHan only has a bitter smile. His soul controls ten directions and overlooks hundreds of millions of stars. He wants to find the heavenly peach tree from here, let alone it. What if the great sage comes in person?
A stream of resentment surged out of Ye QingHan''s body, and the murderous Qi overflowed. Semi saints such as Fengyang couldn''t bear it. They coughed up blood continuously, regressed, and turned pale. They couldn''t bear the half breath of Ye QingHan.
Ye QingHan is really angry. He can''t do without desire. He wants to kill the Holy Lord and the leader of the ninth house all the time to vent his anger.
The murderous spirit is spreading and pervading the valley.
Ye QingHan''s soul is running rapidly. If you want to find Xiantao tree, you''d better let it always find itself. If you want Xiantao tree to find itself, there is only one way to find the body and soul of baililong fairy!
"If you find the body and soul of Baili Longxian, don''t worry that it won''t come to me."
Ye QingHan pondered secretly and made up his mind, so he decided to give up looking for Xiantao tree and prepare to look for Baili Longxian.
"Go back..."
Ye QingHan condensed two words, full of will.
"You want to give up? We have a chance!" said the saint of fraternity in a deep voice.
"No, said on the way back." ye QingHan condensed a few words again, and then the chariot turned and ran away towards the circuit.
……
Fraternity Saint had no choice but to push the chariot back. Ye QingHan kept condensing big characters and telling his ideas. Finally, fraternity saint was persuaded to give up looking for Xiantao tree.
The chariot galloped all the way and turned into a meteor, thousands of miles away.
For decades, the saint of fraternity was on his way with one heart, faster and faster, and rushed to the pulse of Panlong island as soon as possible. They rested for several months, adjusted their state, and entered the big world a few days later.
Once again, he hurried into the territory of tongtianjiao.
Ye QingHan was introverted and silent for more than ten years. He didn''t communicate with the saint of fraternity. Suddenly, three big characters appeared in front of him.
"Go to hell!"