Once he was far away, Ding Xie directly released his mid-grade spiritual boat.

Said to be a spirit boat, it is actually a tool focused on flying.

The whole thing looks like a small boat, with formations engraved all over its body and driven by spiritual stones.

The speed is two minutes faster than that of a foundation-building monk flying with a sword, and it is better because it does not require mana.

Although Tushanjun didn't want to come out, Ding Xie had already injected his magic power into the soul flag and invited Tushanjun to live in the flag.

"Brother Tu Shan, always staying in the soul flag is like being shackled. Being too nervous for too long will make people irritable."

"You and I are equal, there is no need to be like this."

"Besides, it's a long way to Yangcheng. It just so happens that you and I are company, so you won't be lonely on the way."

Forget Ding Xie's talkative nature, it seemed like the person who invited him was the right one.

Moreover, people can talk and speak kindly, so not only do I not feel uncomfortable, but I feel like a spring breeze.

Tu Shanjun stopped being pretentious. If he kept hiding in the soul flag, it would make people feel that he was narrow-minded.

He simply stepped out of the soul flag and appeared in the spirit boat.

Wearing a black robe to cover his body, he used magic power to condense a mask and put it on his face.

The long fangs are folded into the mouth.

Wear a hood to hide your red hair and the horns on top of your head.

"How long does it take to arrive?"

"It will take more than two months."

Hearing Ding Xie's answer, Tu Shanjun was stunned for a moment.

He thought it would take a long time, but he didn't expect it to be this long.

It takes two months for a foundation-building monk to soar through the clouds. How long should it take for a Qi-training monk?

"It's actually not that far, but Xiaolingzhou is relatively remote and there are no large-scale transportation facilities."

"transportation?"

"That's right, it comes from the meaning of "traffic".

Tu Shanjun didn't say anything. Some terms are indeed ambiguous.

Sometimes Ding Xie would change the flying direction of the spirit boat.

Although they say they are companions, in fact, Ding Xie spends most of his time practicing hard and does not play with Tu Shanjun.

Tushanjun also meets the standards of an ascetic monk, but he has to study more subjects.

Time flies.

The two traveled in the same boat for two months.

The number of people on the ground gradually increased.

In the cities and towns, mortals are as densely packed as ants.

Even the soaring monks met several of them.

The sword flew and turned into escaping light and quickly left.

Without the careful discernment of the spiritual officer's eyes, you can see the monks with spiritual light walking on the ground.

I have seen more monks in the past two days than I have in more than ten years.

Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed with light.

Xiaolingzhou is really too small. The outside world is wider and there are more monks.

In Xiaolingzhou, even qi practitioners are legends, and you can't see even one in one city. In the outside world, qi practitioners have become commonplace.

Tu Shanjun looked like Grandma Liu who had never seen the market before, her eyes widened.

Fortunately, as a time traveler, I was used to seeing the strangeness of fantasy worlds on the Internet, so I didn't show all my surprise on my face.

Overlapping mountains, surrounded by breeze, and billowing clouds.

In the endless sky are monks flying with swords, dragging their long tails.

At this time, Tushanjun suddenly realized that he had really left Xiaolingzhou.

Ding Xie, who woke up from the ascetic practice, first performed a cleansing technique on himself, using a pinching technique to create a handful of water to cleanse his face.

As if seeing the surprise in Tu Shanjun's eyes, Ding Xie said: "Xiaohuangyu, Jinzhou."

"Your little Lingzhou belongs to Jinzhou."

"The entire Jinzhou includes about a dozen places similar to Xiaolingzhou. Some places are sects and some are families."

"But your place is really poor."

"The Blood Spirit Palace was quite good when it was alive. Later, Xiaolingzhou's second-level spiritual veins shattered and disappeared, and no one went there anymore."

"There are only two or three big cats and kittens left."

Ding Xie's narration was very bland, as if he had seen this kind of thing before.

Tu Shanjun feels like he is still a country bumpkin.

When I was in Liangdu, I didn't know about the spiritual world. After finally completing the foundation building, I realized that the place I lived in was only as big as a pond.

Fortunately, he accepts new things quickly, and Tu Shanjun had already made preparations to leave Xiaolingzhou, so he didn't have too many feelings.

After cleaning, Ding Xie removed the formation on the spirit boat, letting the wind blow by his face, with a little excitement in his eyes.

After being away from home for so long, he was finally able to go home.

Returning home without wealth is like walking at night in brocade clothes, not to mention that returning home this time is not just to show off, he is not so superficial.

"Let's go to Yangcheng first."

Ding Xie is a wonderful man, he looks carefree, but in fact he has a delicate mind.

Tu Shanjun didn't say anything about going to Yangcheng for business, but because he mentioned it twice more, Ding Xie remembered it.

The vast sea of ​​clouds, the escaping light twinkling.

A few days later, the two finally arrived in Yangcheng.

The strange and dangerous mountains tower into the clouds, and there is a large city in the depression of the mountains, built on the peaks.

It is said to be a depression, but compared to other small peaks, it is also a high platform.

Dotted with buildings can be seen surrounded by clouds and mist.

There are monks flying among them.

The road spread out on the ground is filled with caravans on their way.

To Tushanjun, it looked like a huge beehive standing on the ground.

The city and the mountain are connected, I am among you, and you are among me.

The huge spirit-gathering array was slowly moving, and the monks were gathered inside it.

Ding Xie piloted the spirit boat and landed on the ground: "You can't fly at will since you want to enter the city. There is a large air-forbidden formation in Yang City. If you violate it, you will be captured by the garrison monks."

"Of course, their cultivation levels are not high, but no one dares to resist."

"There is a real Jindan sitting in Yangcheng."

"It's still the terrifying late stage of Jindan."

"The name is: Zhenren Yuyan."

"No one wants to try whether Master Jin Dan's flying sword is sharp." Ding Xie's tone was filled with envy.

Jindan Zhenren, once you step into it, your life span will be increased by three to four hundred years.

Counting the two hundred years of foundation building, you can live five hundred years.

Of course, this is the most extreme algorithm.

Generally, those who practice Qi can live to be over a hundred years old, and most of them can live to be one hundred and twenty-three years old.

The increased lifespan of a foundation-building monk is basically around one hundred and fifty-six years.

The increase in lifespan varies from person to person.

But if you live for six to seven hundred years, you should have seen all the vicissitudes of life.

As for Yuanying, Ding Xie didn't dare to think about it.

All the Nascent Souls in the entire Little Wilderness Territory can be counted with one hand, and such great seniors are already legends.

"Not Nascent Soul?"

"Brother Tu Shan, Nascent Soul is an immortal to our foundation-building monks!"

"Wanfa Sect monitors the world, but there are no immortals?"
To be continued...