"Senior Lu, have you ever been to Xitu in person?"

"Where is Xitu?"

…

Everyone kept asking questions.

Su Zinan did not hide anything, "Have you fellow Taoists ever been to the west of the Western Desert? Outside the barrier there is not the sea, but the torn land, with rolling magma, boundless. In ancient times, the complete land was extremely vast, exceeding

As we imagined, the Western Land is at the other end of this land. Regardless of rumors or what my adoptive father saw with his own eyes, Zhongzhou is a holy land for spiritual practice and is incomparable to other places. You don’t have to abandon the basics and chase the last. The adoptive father didn’t say much, he only mentioned it

The western land is far smaller and poorer than the central state, and that is the world of Buddhism."

After a pause, Su Zinan continued: "When we go to the Western Land, magma is everywhere, and it is very easy to lose our way. Unless there are other ways, we can't cross it without transforming into gods. We can be sure that Ganlu Chanyuan and Zen Master Huiguang definitely know about the Western Land. As for the Western Land Buddhism and Zhongzhou

Whether there is any connection with Buddhism is unknown."

It took everyone a while to digest these contents, and someone continued to ask, "The reason why Ganlu Temple has been able to prosper so long is because it occupies the resources of the two regions. I wonder if there are any eminent monks from the Western Buddhism who have been attracted by them."

The master of Weeping Spirit Cave interjected: "Everyone, think back carefully. Among those Buddhist monks who were unknown to anyone and suddenly became famous, maybe some of them came from the West."

"Besides the Western Land, how many other places has Senior Lu visited? How big is this world?"

Asking questions is the way to remain silent.

After entering the turbulence, Mo Xingdao spoke for the first time.

Su Zinan glanced at him and said, "My foster father only visited the Western Land and returned disappointed. There are rumors that there is a similar place to the north of Zhongzhou, which is even further away than the Western Land. Don't think that the cultivator of the God Transformation is omnipotent. After entering the storm zone,

, the adoptive father should also be careful and will not travel far away easily..."

"There is another reason. Transformation into gods is not the end of the road. Heavenly calamity hangs like a sword. If you don't advance, you will die. The monks who transform into gods don't dare to relax even a little bit. They must practice hard in seclusion," the master of Weeping Spirit Cave sighed, and there was something in his words.

Everyone looked sideways, this man seemed to know a lot of things.

At this time.

There was a loud roar from above, interrupting everyone's conversation.

The gray turbulence condensed into patches of gray clouds, covering the sky and falling down, with only some narrow gaps in the middle.

"careful!"

Su Zinan shouted, raised his hands, palms facing each other, the veins in his arms popped out, and the meridians were dyed black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and became entangled in the skin, which was very strange.

In the end, Su Zinan's five fingers turned black, and a black light appeared in the palm of his hand. Astonishing power was running inside, and the roaring sound even overwhelmed the sound of the turbulent current.

The light group was facing the gap between the two gray clouds.

Before the force was released, the edge of the gray cloud began to vibrate and was impacted, showing the power of the force.

Su Zinan saw the right opportunity, shook his arms, and the black light turned into a black dragon with majestic horns. It roared out and rushed into the gray clouds in the blink of an eye.

'boom!'

The force exploded, forming a vortex between the gray clouds. When it came into contact with the edge of the gray clouds, the gray clouds were torn and swallowed, and the gaps expanded.

"quick!"

Su Zinan rushed upward.

Others also used magic weapons and supernatural powers to help them and successfully passed through the gray clouds.

After being safe, the master of the Weeping Spirit Cave praised, "What a dragon-slaying demonic power, it really lives up to its reputation!"

Su Zinan finished his work and looked at the master of Qiling Cave, "This is not the place for detailed discussions. After leaving Wuwang Hall, Su will visit again."

“It’s a deal!”

The master of Weeping Spirit Cave nodded happily, "I also have something to discuss, and I am planning to invite fellow Taoist Su to be my guest."

Su Zinan's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he nodded slightly.

…

rear.

Qin Sang found it increasingly difficult to follow him.

He couldn't blatantly follow behind, and he had to resist the impact of the turbulence alone and was exhausted.

After tracking up to this point, Qin Sang had already begun to retreat.

There are many experts around Su Zinan, and they know this place better than him, so they have the right time, place and people.

In addition, as they continued upward, the power of the turbulent flow increased too quickly. Qin Sang judged that unless Su Zinan had some other options, he would not be able to go very far.

After thinking for a while, Qin Sang decided to wait and see.

Less than one stick of incense was gone.

Qin Sang suddenly heard a loud thunder-like sound coming from high in the sky.

Hearing something strange, Qin Sang was secretly frightened, and hurriedly ordered Tianmu Butterfly to find the sound, and saw a gray tide appearing in the depths of the void.

It was very gray there.

All the turbulent currents along the way were defeated and one after another was involved.

The great tide comes from the sky and sweeps everything!

"Rumble..."

The heaven and earth shook.

The monks who entered the secret realm all had the illusion that the place was about to collapse.

Under the strong tide, Su Zinan and others looked so insignificant. They glanced blankly above and made a quick decision.
Chapter completed!