"Where do you want to go there?"

Lai Yang asked with concern.

"Well... I don't have a clear idea yet. I plan to go along the gate of the palace. The main purpose of this trip is to realize the truth."

Xuan Qingling pondered for a moment and shook her head.

"Since that's the case, I suggest you go south. There are many populations and villages in the south, so you don't have to sleep in the open all the time."

Lai Yang said in a clear voice.

"It's the south, thank you for your advice."

Xuan Qingling thought seriously for a while and nodded.

"I don't have any good things to give you. You can keep these talismans. If you encounter danger, maybe they can save your life at critical moments. You must wear this jade ring on your body at any time. Don't take it off unless necessary."

The talisman paper was made when Lai Yang was bored. As for the jade ring, it contained the power of the law of life and death. Even if it encountered the attack of the quasi-saint, it could protect her from retreating.

The prehistoric continent is very large and very large, containing countless opportunities and hidden countless dangers.

Xuanqingling is just a human fairyland, and it is nothing in the huge prehistoric continent.

After all, after being together for so long, even cats and dogs have feelings for each other, let alone human beings.

Lai Yang doesn’t want to go to the prehistoric underworld to catch people one day.

If the true spirit is wiped out, even the saint cannot save it.

"Qingling understands."

Xuan Qingling took the talisman and jade ring, and then hung the warm jade ring on his graceful waist.

"By the way, when you are out for a trip, you can find out the situation of Xiao Jiao, maybe it can help you."

Although Lai Yang can grasp the movements and position of the little dragon at any time, it is meaningless.

Since it is a training, it is naturally to let Xuan Qingling find and experience better by himself.

"Um."

"When are you going to leave?"

"After saying goodbye to others, we will set out tomorrow."

"Well, I wish you a good trip."

Finalized the itinerary.

Xuan Qingling immediately went to inform others about her plan to travel to the prehistoric continent.

For this purpose, everyone held a banquet to practice it for Xuan Qingling, drinking and eating meat, which was very lively.

That night, Lai Yang worshipped a lot of food on the table.

Lai Yang looked at everyone and the brightly lit city, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

"It's nice to be lively occasionally, but there are always guys who are in a bad mood, which makes people feel helpless."

Lai Yang felt that there was a sage of a saint thousands of miles away from the Land Palace. The other party neither approached nor left, and was obviously attracting himself to come over.

Moreover, the aura of a saint is very similar to the aura on the previous peach wood nail. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the same person.

If the saints fight, the impact will be too great, and even Lai Yang is not sure that he will fully protect the human towns in the battle.

The quasi-saint and the saint are a qualitative change process.

There is a saying in the prehistoric world: There are all ants under the saints, and even quasi-saints are no exception.

The saint is known as an immortal existence, and it is not difficult to repel the opponent, but it is definitely not an easy task to kill the opponent, even if Lai Yang holds the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

The other party did not directly enter the territory guarded by him, probably because he was afraid.

Lai Yang naturally would not give the other party this face.

Lai Yang turned around and escaped into the void and disappeared into the land palace.

On the other side, the Taomu Saint stood at the top of the mountain, vaguely releasing a faint scent of the saint.

Others may not be able to feel it, but the existence of the same saint will definitely detect his breath.

The reason why the Taomu Saint was waiting here was because the one above the heavenly way set rules for the saints in the prehistoric continent. Because the saint's cultivation was too strong, it would be difficult for even the prehistoric continent to bear that power once he tried his best.

Secondly, although the Taomu Saint is a saint, he is a lower-level saint at the bottom. Strictly speaking, his combat power is not strong. It would be better for the saints to resolve things peacefully. Moreover, his ability to achieve the saint's fruit is related to his cautious personality.

Simply put, it is four words: bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

If most saints hadn't been wandering around the Three Realms or were in seclusion and practicing in peace, how could it be his turn to be a heroic and prosperous place on the prehistoric land?

Of course, he also understood who could provoke and who could not provoke.

For example, the heaven, the underworld, the Western Buddhas, etc. are all objects that he dare not provoke easily.

After a while, the void twisted slightly, and a young figure slowly walked out of it.

The Taomu Saint's face was slightly calmer. Looking at it seriously, he wanted to see which saint was fighting with him for the Emperor's body.

However, soon, the Taomu Saint was stunned.

Strange! A completely unfamiliar face!

It is true that the other party has the aura of a saint, but he doesn't know the other party at all. In his impression, there is no saint who fits Lai Yang's appearance.

How is that possible?!

The Taomu Saint has lived in the prehistoric world for countless years. Whenever a creature breaks through the quasi-saint and becomes a saint, it will inevitably lead to terrifying strange phenomena in the world. Everyone knows the entire prehistoric world.

Unless the other party becomes a saint before he is born, it is impossible for him to not know the other party.

"I, the saint of Taoist Mother, dare you ask for the title of fellow Taoist?"

The Taomu Saint clasped his fists and asked in a humble and arrogant manner.

"Well... Zixiao, you can call me the Saint of Zixiao."

Lai Yang thought for a while and responded.

Taken from the first two words of Zixiao Divine Thunder.

Since you are a saint, you naturally need a little bit of excellence.

As for the Tao Mother Saint, he was even more puzzled-

Saint Zixiao?

Is there anyone with the title of Zixiao among the saints in the prehistoric world?

However, since the other party dared to use Zi Xiao as a saint to be named, he might not be an ordinary person.

After all, what the word Zixiao means, no immortal does not understand.

You should know that among the 9981th level of thunder tribulations descended from the Heavenly Dao, the 81st level of supreme thunder tribulation is called the Zixiao Divine Thunder. Even if a saint is hit, he will be severely damaged, and even if the true spirit is destroyed.

The Zixiao Divine Thunder is the strongest divine thunder created by the Heavenly Dao. It is not defeated by all things in the Three Realms and defeats all things in the Three Realms. It is as terrifying as the Dutian Divine Thunder created by Pangu, and its power is only under the Chaos Divine Thunder created by the Great Dao.

"What's wrong with you when you visit late at night?"

"Not long ago, two of our subordinates came here. I wonder if Saint Zixiao had seen him?"

"I have seen them break into my place and have been killed by me."

Lai Yang responded arrogantly and domineeringly.

The face of the Taomu Saint changed slightly.

"Fellow Taoist, why do you have to do anything at all?"

The Taomother Saint sighed.

"Haha, they wanted to kill me, so I was killed. Is there any problem? Are you here to ask for an explanation for those two, but you want to have a fight with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thunder of the Zixiao Divine Thunder appeared around Lai Yang, with awesome momentum.

Seeing this, the Saint Taomu couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly and exclaimed in disbelief-
Chapter completed!