After only one look, Daolang's pawn in troubled times must have been a good man from the time of the time, and he also fought here. Fortunately, this is a desolate place without anyone.

His eyes swept and flew towards the direction of the Southern Holy Land.

The speed is very fast.

Huge spiritual consciousness sprinkled.

After almost a cup of tea, I saw the Southern Holy Realm.

At this time, Dao Lang opened his pupils again in the troubled times. The former Southern Holy Land had been destroyed by most of the west. There were ashes everywhere, as if he had been drained of vitality. There was no sign of the creature, and the wasteland and dust were flying.

What kind of cultivation sects and cities around the world have long disappeared!

"Which bastard did this?"

Dao Lang's eyes were cold in the troubled times.

Swish-

The sky-straw strides and hurried to the new cultivation place that Dafeng clan, Nangong Congyun and others selected after being destroyed in the depths of the white clouds.

That place is also a new place for everyone's descendants to contact.

...

The vast land of the Southern Sanctuary passes by below.

When we came to the east, we finally began to have a little vitality. With mortals and monks, we noticed the terrifying spiritual consciousness of Dao Lang in troubled times, and they all fled.

Swish!

After only a cup of tea, Daolang in the troubled times landed on the top of a mountain in Yunzhong. Not far away, there was something like a mountain door archway engraved with the three big words Yungui, which was the new name given by Dafeng and others back then.

Outside the mountain gate, no one is guarding it.

After the Dao Lang touched the ban in troubled times, he waited silently.

...

Soon, a spiritual sense poked out from the gap in the formation and swept over again, of course it was extremely weak.

"Who is senior? Why do we come to where we return?"

An old man's voice sounded in the mind of Dao Lang in troubled times.

"I am your ancestor Fang Junmei's friend, Daolang, in the Troubled Times. I just came back from the Central Holy Land and found a monk who knew me to come out and take me in."

The Dao Lang said lightly in the troubled times.

No one sent any more messages.

After only a hundred breaths, four figures came out of the fog at the mountain gate. They were all three mortals in the middle stage, leading an old man in the early stage of the ancestral orifice. All four were filled with sword energy.

"My younger generation Long Yang, I have seen seniors in troubled times."

The leading old man looked at Dao Lang in troubled times and came forward to pay homage.

"I've met senior."

The other three also came forward.

Dao Lang nodded slightly in the troubled times. Of course, he would not put on any airs when facing Fang Junmei's juniors, but he still had a charming style that was not angry and was impressive.

"Let's talk about it when you go in."

He said softly.

The old man quickly responded that the four of them invited the Dao Lang in troubled times into the mountain gate.

...

There is no need to describe the beautiful scene in the mountain gate, but there are very few houses.

"How many monks are there now?"

The Dao Lang asked while walking in troubled times.

"There are twelve people in charge, including the founder of Li Chengyuan and the founder of Haitang. Both of them are already in the middle stage of the Ancestral Orb and traveling with several other disciples."

The Long Yang replied.

"Somewhat is gone!"

The Dao Lang sighed in the troubled times, saying something.

"It's the younger generation who are incompetent, who have let down the expectations of all the ancestors and predecessors!"

Long Yang said embarrassedly.

"What about the three of Dafeng, Nangong Congyun, Ba Wuji?"

The Dao Lang asked again in troubled times.

"The three of them have all reached the late stage of the Ancestral Orb. Many years ago, they have already gone to the Central Holy Land."

Dao Lang nodded slightly in the troubled times, thinking that these three people were probably the best among Fang Junmei’s juniors over the years.

While talking, he entered the conference hall and the juniors presented incense tea.

...

"Who has it been broken by that big piece west of the Southern Holy Land? How many years have it been?"

Dao Lang asked again quickly in troubled times.

"It was the two monks who fought and were affected. We don't know what their name was, but we know what they looked like, which was about six thousand years ago."

Long Yang also answered quickly.

Dao Lang said in a troubled time: "Let me show you the way you look."

When Long Yang heard this, he showed two faces without saying a word. One was an old man with a pockmarked face and the other was a cold-faced young man. Dao Lang had never seen him in troubled times, so he had to write it down first.

He asked again: "Where did they go later?"

"I chased and fled to the north. The Eastern Holy Land and the Northern Holy Land were all broken by them. I heard that only the Western Holy Land is still intact."

Long Yangdao: "Now all the four major holy realms have withered, especially the three major holy realms in the southeast, north and south. These two monks have destroyed a large number of sects and inheritances, destroyed a lot of resources and the treasure land of Lingshan, and countless people have been killed or injured."

Dao Lang nodded slightly in the troubled times.

The disciples in Yun Guichu are in a weak position, and I am afraid there is this reason.

"As for where they went later, I don't know."

Dao Lang nodded again in the troubled times and asked in detail what places were destroyed. He heard that the Sword Cultivation Alliance was also destroyed, and he felt very sad!

No matter what, the Sword Cultivation Alliance and him have some friendship. Without the Sword Cultivation Alliance, he would not know the current Taoist partner Xian Daomei.

The old forces were destroyed, and new forces were of course emerging one after another. Unfortunately, they were far from reaching the prestige of the previous major forces.

Today, the three major holy realms in the south and north can be said to be chaotic and declining.

...

"After Dafeng and the others left, who has any seniors related to you have ever returned?"

A moment later, Dao Lang asked again in troubled times.

"No!"

Long Yang shook his head.

Dao Lang nodded again in the troubled times. The prosperous place of the Central Holy Land is too attractive to high-level monks. After going there, who would still want to come back? Even Dao Lang himself came back this trip because of the heart of Taoism and the deep guilt.

"What's going on the east side of the sea of ​​death?"

The Dao Lang asked again in troubled times.

Long Yang said: "I wait for generations of cultivators and often go back to see them. After the two seniors were rampant, Patriarch Li Chengyuan and Patriarch Haitang also went back immediately. The Panxin Sword Sect is no longer prosperous. The demons from the sea and the monks of the hundreds of clans have become increasingly rampant, and they have seized more territory. The human race is in a very difficult situation."

Dao Lang nodded slightly in the troubled times, and asked about Bai Guo again. Long Yang was not very clear about the situation further east.

...

Without further ado, he stood up, walked in the hall, and began to think silently.

After a while, Dao Lang looked at Long Yang in a turbulent time and said, "You guys, find a way to contact others and call them back. I'll go east. When I come back, take you and other disciples of Panxin Sword Sect to the Central Holy Land. You can go there to practice."

When the four people heard this, their eyes were shocked.

"You can't stay here anymore. If you have a few more lunatics, everyone will finish playing! Junmei is not here, I will decide on this matter!"

"Thank you senior!"

The four of them were overjoyed and thanked.
Chapter completed!