Chapter 645

Eight mountain sanctuary.

After long Yang and Xiao He shangyuanjue followed the old man in sackcloth into the gate, a sea appeared in front of them.

When he came to the beach, the old man in sackcloth recited the witch language. The wooden staff in his hand burst into dazzling light and shot into the depths of the sea.

Soon after, a huge turtle swam from the depths of the sea and stopped in front of the four people.

The old man in sackcloth stroked the Black Turtle and flashed on the Black Turtle's back.

The three of Long Yang followed.

The tortoise carried four people to the depths of the sea.

After a day of racing on the sea, a huge black island appeared in front of the four people.

To the surprise of Long Yang and Xiao heshangyuan, the black island looks like a black turtle floating on the sea, but it is wrapped with a giant snake.

"Xuanwu."

Longyang and xiaoheshangyuanjue could not imagine that the depths of the eight mountain holy land were an island in the shape of a basalt.

Unique pavilions built of black tortoise bamboo stand on the black island, reflecting the surrounding sea water into black.

The tortoise carried the four people to a stone step under the black island. The four people jumped down and landed on the stone step. The old man in sackcloth touched the tortoise again, and the tortoise disappeared into the sea.

The old man in sackcloth took the three people up the steps and walked for a long time to the island.

To the surprise of Long Yang and little monk Yuanjue, there was no one on such a big island.

"There are few disciples in the eight mountain holy land. They usually practice in their own cave or go out for experience. They will gather in the Xuanwu holy city only on special days."

It seemed that he noticed the surprise of the three people. The old man in sackcloth who had been silent finally opened his mouth and explained.

The three suddenly realized.

After walking along a Black Turtle bamboo path for a while, eight bamboo houses appeared in front of me.

At the door of the eight bamboo houses are engraved with a big character, namely Qian, Zhen, Kan, gen, Kun, Xun, Li and DUI.

In the middle of the eight bamboo houses is a huge bamboo house, with a Bagua totem engraved by the door.

"Feel free to sit."

The old man in sackcloth took the three people into the largest bamboo house and asked them to sit down.

The house is very open, with a row of futons on both sides. In front of the bamboo wall facing the gate, there stands a statue, just like the mysterious statue with two hands pressing a sword seen in the Grand Canyon, but it is much smaller.

After listening to the old man in sackcloth, Long Yang and the little monk Yuanjue just sat down in a futon on on the right.

The old man in sackcloth stood in front of the statue and put the burning tortoise shell brought by Long Yang and the little monk in front of the statue.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside. Long Yang and the little monk Yuanjue looked out and saw more than ten people come in, such as Tuoba Tianluo and Fuqi Fulong father and son.

"It's you."

Tuoba Tianluo was surprised to see the little monk and Yuanjue, and then his eyes fell on Long Yang wearing a green dragon mask.

"Who are you? We seem to have met somewhere?"

Tuoba Tianluo stared at Long Yang like a sword and asked with a slight frown.

After listening to Tuoba Tianluo's words, the little monk and Yuanjue looked at Long Yang curiously again, but they couldn't see anything suspicious.

"Maybe."

Long Yang didn't deny it, but it was light.

His answer stunned Tuoba Tianluo and made others more curious about the origin of Long Yang. Only the old man in sackcloth stood there calmly. He didn't seem to be curious about the real identity of Long Yang, or he knew it clearly.

"What's the matter with the three of you coming to Bashan holy land?"

Tuoba Tianluo didn't seem to welcome the three, and asked coldly.

"They were ordered to come to your master."

The old man in sackcloth said.

"Looking for my master?"

Tuoba was stunned. He seemed to think of something. He looked at the statue and saw the two burning tortoise shells placed there. He hurried to pick them up and watch them carefully.

"Are you two uncle Lu?"

After watching the sky fall for a while, Tuoba put down two burning tortoises and looked at the old man in sackcloth.

The old man in sackcloth nodded.

"No, it's too dangerous, especially at such a sensitive time."

Tuoba shook his head.

Long Yang and the little monk Yuanjue looked at Tuoba Tianluo and the old man in sackcloth in confusion.

The old man in sackcloth was about to say something when suddenly the two burning tortoises jumped violently.

"Master."

Tuoba saw the sky fall and was surprised and happy.

"It seems that your master also feels it. Take out your burning tortoise shell and meet your master. He must have something important to explain."

The old man in hemp clothes was excited. Then he took out a piece of burning tortoise shell from his body and put it together with two pieces of burning tortoise shell.

Long Yang and the little monk Yuanjue are so excited to see the old man in sackcloth for the first time since they met him. It seems that it matters.

Tuoba Tianluo naturally stopped saying anything. He quickly took out another burning tortoise shell and put three burning tortoise shells together, and began to recite the witch language quickly in his mouth.

As Tuoba Tianluo stopped reciting the witch language, the four burning tortoise shells suddenly burst into incandescent fire, and then an old man appeared in the fire.

"It's him!"

Long Yang and the little monk Yuanjue saw the old man's figure in the fire. They were so shocked that they jumped up from the futon and stared at the figure in the fire incredibly.

The three never dreamed that Tuoba Tianluo's master was one of the four holy envoys of the God of war hall.

When they were in the ancient city of Tianyuan, they saw the Xuanwu Saint envoy, so they recognized it at a glance.

"The sky is falling and time is pressing. It's short for the teacher."

Xuanwu Saint envoy.

Tuoba Tianluo and Long Yang all pricked up their ears for fear of missing anything.

"Tell you two martial uncles Lu that the entrance of Tianyuan Zhibao is in the Longchuan ancient world under the northern sea area of Tianyuan ancient sea."

"To enter the ancient world of Longchuan, we must first find the forgetting city that suddenly disappeared ten thousand years ago. Only through the forgetting cloud top can we enter the ancient world of Longchuan."

"The Longchuan ancient world is the entrance of the Wanwu continent to the continents outside the territory, and the Tianyuan Zhibao is the seal array eye of the Longchuan ancient world to the entrance of the continents outside the territory. We must win the Tianyuan Zhibao faster than the war temple and open the seal of that entrance."

"It is precisely because the God of war hall knows that this entrance is sealed, and the strong people of foreign continents cannot enter Wanwu mainland, that it dares to act recklessly in Wanwu mainland and manipulate the major forces of Wanwu mainland."

"As long as the seal of the entrance is opened, the God of war hall has to send many strong men to guard the entrance for its own life and interests, so it can't allocate more energy to manipulate the major forces in Wanwu mainland, so that the major forces can breathe and let the talents of the major forces grow up, so as to have more opportunities to deal with the God of war hall."

The Xuanwu Saint said with one breath.

"Master, if you open that entrance, don't you lead wolves into the house? With the current martial arts strength of Wanwu mainland, as long as there is a martial god level expert from all continents outside the territory, Wanwu mainland will be doomed."

Tuoba Tianluo frowned.

"I think this method is feasible."

"Even if the warriors from other continents suddenly find the entrance, they don't know about Wanwu continent. They don't know that Wanwu continent has no strong warrior God. They must not dare to break in. Besides, the old people in the God of war hall will naturally try their best to scare off the invaders for their own lives and interests."

"In this way, it will take as little as three or five years, or as much as ten years, for the strong powers of foreign continents to invade Wanwu mainland."

"As long as we get these time, it's enough for us."

Long Yang said.

He wanted to persuade the geniuses of the major forces to join hands to deal with the temple of the God of war and bring them into chaotic space.

However, in this case, it also faces many problems.

Now the chaotic space is not perfect, and the cultivation resources are extremely limited, which is in short supply. Staying in the chaotic space is not a long-term plan.

Now there is a chance to give the major forces a chance to breathe. He can also better improve his cultivation realm, and the chaotic space will be more and more perfect. Even if there are strong people from foreign continents invading Wanwu continent, the chaotic space will be enough for the talents of the major forces to survive.

"Even if the hall of the God of war can last for ten or eight years, it will not be able to make the warriors of the Wanwu mainland strong to the realm of the God of war. At that time, the Wanwu mainland will be occupied by the strong forces of foreign continents. The result may not be better than being manipulated by the hall of the God of war now."

Fate doesn't know where long Yang's confidence comes from.

"When the sky falls, you don't know his real identity, so you think this method can't work, but we all know his real identity. This method is also thought out by many of us for him."

"He said OK, just OK."

"You must believe him."

The Xuanwu Saint envoy smiled at Long Yang and said to everyone.

At this time, the burning light on the burning tortoise shell becomes weaker and weaker, and will be extinguished at any time, and the figure of the Xuanwu Saint envoy becomes more and more blurred.

Tuoba Tianluo, Xiaohe shangyuanjue and others looked at Long Yang in shock. They didn't expect that the Xuanwu holy envoy would pay so much attention to the mysterious youth in front of them.

"Don't hesitate. We must open the seal of the entrance, so that we can have a chance to completely eradicate the temple of the God of war."

When the Xuanwu Saint envoy finished, the light of the fire burning on the tortoise shell finally went out, and his figure disappeared.

"You wait for my good news." Long Yang smiled at Tuoba Tianluo and other humanitarians, and then said to the old man in sackcloth: "senior, please send us out."

"I'll send you out right away."

The old man in sackcloth said.

"Uncle Lu, you..."

Tuoba Tianluo wanted to stop the old man in hemp clothes. Seeing the firm eyes of the old man in hemp clothes, he couldn't say anything later, but his eyes were full of worry.

The old man in sackcloth held up the wooden staff in his hand and quickly recited the witch language. The wooden staff suddenly burst into dazzling different awns.

The void trembled, and then an exit appeared in front of Long Yang and others.

The exit was the entrance where the three Longyang entered the eight mountain holy land.

"You go."

Tuoba Tianluo urged Longyang Sanren.

Long Yang and Xiao He shangyuanjue knew that to use this long-distance transmission magic, they would consume huge star power. After listening to Tuoba Tianluo's words, they no longer hesitated and stepped into the exit.

When the figure of Long Yang disappeared at the exit, the old man in sackcloth suddenly shook his body, a mouthful of dark blood gushed out, the wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground, and the whole person couldn't stand stably. When he was about to fall, he was held by Tuoba Tianluo.

"You two, see you later."

At the entrance of the holy land of the eight mountains, Long Yang said to the little monk and Yuanjue, turned into a green awn and rose into the sky, and soon disappeared in front of the martial brother.

"Elder martial brother, I suddenly feel that he is familiar."

The little monk looked at the direction of Long Yang's disappearance and said to Yuan Jue thoughtfully.