Behind the melodious thunder of the avenue was a middle-aged man, perhaps older than middle-aged, but there was no white in his hair.

Even the dark places are full of dark gold.

It was as if that was the color his hair should have been.

Wearing a dark gold phoenix robe that welcomes the moon and an auspicious phoenix crown on her head, she doesn't seem to be anything outstanding other than that.

His appearance is not outstanding, his figure is not outstanding either, and even his pair of dark golden eyes that are like those of a god are not as bright as the scorching sun, but are filled with a touch of tranquility.

Those dark golden eyes that looked like ancient wild beasts looked at the person coming.

The Taoist Lord of Tianyang Shenzong frowned imperceptibly.

The sky is filled with black mist.

The road leads to the abyss.

He couldn't see the depth of people for a moment.

This strange Lord of the Dao, dressed in black and red Taoist robes, is like a deep blue world, and the profound energy of Dao surrounding him is as sharp as the divine edge of chaos.

Every move is accompanied by Taoist rhyme.

The mysterious breath of life and death intertwines into a divine chain that drives between heaven and earth, like a series of unfolding dragnets.

Such a person, not to mention that the other party is very strange, even if he is a giant of magic, he must be treated with great courtesy.

The Taoist Master cupped his hands and said, "My Taoist friend, it's possible that he has gone to the wrong place. We, Tianyang Shenzong, don't seem to know your Taoist friend."

"I'm looking for someone."

"who?"

The Taoist in black and red robes remained silent.

"I am the great elder of the Tianyang Shen Sect, Yang Shengwu, known as Xuanfeng. I have not yet asked my Taoist friends for my surname."

Daojun Xuanfeng didn't quite understand the purpose of this strange Taoist wearing a majestic robe.

However, since the other party's purpose is so clear, it must not be groundless. It seems that he has an old relationship with a monk from their Tianyang Divine Sect.

"Honored Soul."

"Zunhun? Zunhun Daojun?"

Even after thinking about it, Yang Shengwu could not imagine when such a powerful man came out of Donghuang.

Unexpected, Yang Shengwu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although the other party is a master of life and death who can gather the divine chain and open the net of heaven and earth, he is not a vegetarian either.

As the true Great Elder of the Tianyang Divine Sect, he has not been around the world of cultivation for a long time, but his legend is still circulating in the world of cultivation in the Eastern Wasteland.

"If you fellow Taoist can't explain your purpose of coming, I can't let you join the sect."

"I'm looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Zi Daoxu."

The unfamiliar Taoist Lord of Life and Death, who was wearing the disguised robe of hell, finally let go.

"Zi Daoxu?"

Yang Shengwu was stunned for a moment.

The name is familiar yet a little strange.

Probably because Tianyang Shenzong is different from many sects.

Tianyang Shenzong is the representative of the family and the world.

The main sect all has the surname Yang, and the other surnames are mostly from outside sects. Although the internal and external sects merge and communicate, and you have me in you, and you in me, the surname Yang is still more noble.

Leng Buding heard a name, Yang Shengwu thought about it carefully, then his eyes expanded slightly, and he looked at the strange Taoist Lord in black and red robes in disbelief, and said in surprise: "It's you?!"

"You...are back?"

Yang Shengwu stared at the strange Taoist Master in astonishment.

In fact, he was not very impressed by Tu Shanjun.

If the only connection that can be considered is the uproar over the advancement of the Holy Soldier.

It is said to be a spiritual treasure and an advanced holy weapon.

The Yu family has set down rules to allow all families to compete fairly.

That time, the Tianjiao disciples of Tianyang Shenzong also rushed there.

Later, when Ouyang Qiuxian, the Taoist master of the True Demonic Way, was suppressed and killed by the Jade Natural Enemy, Yang Shengwu was more concerned about it.

After all, he is a wise man.

The death of every wise king is extremely shocking news.

His impression of that incident only focused on Ouyang Qiuxian's death.

Unexpectedly, just how long has passed before the weapon spirit has become enlightened.

This also made Yang Shengwu think: 'Is this really a weapon spirit?'

"Unfortunately, my fellow Taoist came to visit me. Yue Yan is not in the sect."

"In the future, Yueyan will return to the sect. How about I get to know my fellow Taoists?"

What he thinks in his heart and how he says it are two different things. Yang Shengwu still doesn't intend to let a stranger Taoist set foot in the sect.

This person had such a ferocious reputation that even a Taoist king like Ouyang Qiuxian died indirectly. At that time, he became a holy soldier, and now he is a Taoist king. Whether it is for the safety of the sect or other considerations, Yang

Everyone in Shengwu hoped that Tushanjun would stop and leave.

However, this strange Taoist master said in a deep voice as if he didn't understand at all: "Your ancestor knows his whereabouts."

"Fellow Taoist, are you so persistent?"

Yang Shengwu's mysterious energy circulated all over his body, and his mysterious feathers hung high for nine days, dripping down.

The yin and yang immortal eyes of Zunhun Taojun rotate.

The big and small pupils chase each other like yin and yang fish.

"Invite him in."

An old and wild ancient voice flew from the end of the void.

"Ancestor..."

"He is a guest from afar, and he means no harm."

The hostility on Yang Shengwu disappeared, and the divine front formed by the profound breath of the avenue turned into the breeze blowing the clouds in the distant sky.

After the ancient and vicissitudes of the wild voice came, Yang Shengwu never argued again, nor did he explain the origin of this strange Taoist to his ancestors. In his opinion, his ancestors had probably expected it.

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"please!"

"please."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly and followed the great elder of the Tianyang Divine Sect into the sect.

This was the first time that Tu Shanjun had an overview of the entire Tianyang Divine Sect from such an angle.

He was not interested in looking at the opponent's layout.

For the current Tu Shanjun, a quick glance is enough to see through the details of Tianyang Shenzong's formation, and there is no need to study it carefully to avoid making people unhappy.

‘Be more restrained and ask for directions.’ Tu Shanjun thought to himself.

Back then, there was a quarrel with the disciples of the Tianyang Shen Sect, but it would not lead to the anger of the entire sect. Moreover, this was an old score caused by Chen Zhima and rotten millet, and Tu Shanjun did not want to overturn it.

If you are easy to talk to, I would like everyone to be nice to you.

If it's hard to talk, it's inevitable that you'll have to have a conversation.

When the time comes, I will see the real chapter under my hands.

But it was said that Taoist Lord Xuanfeng led the young Taoist Lord dressed in hell's disguised robe straight to the back mountain of Shenzong.

Houshan Cave Mansion is connected to Nuodafu Land.

The vast world.

The celestial beings and yao flowers compete for beauty, and the divine flowers dance in the wind.

Tushanjun stepped into it and felt the tranquility and comfort of the world. It was as if he could unload everything and run easily. He no longer had any worries. He only needed to integrate into the world and become a part of it, without any worries.

The sacred trees in the distance are towering into the sky.

From such a distance, Tu Shanjun's yin-yang immortal eyes could clearly see the flow of the mysterious breath of the sacred tree.

It is the charm formed by the interweaving of the avenues, and the charm contains traces of mythical atmosphere.
To be continued...