Chapter 873

When Yang Junshan looked back, it happened that the man also stabilized his body and looked up at Yang Junshan.

At the moment when their eyes were on each other, the eyes of later people coagulated slightly, and then returned to normal. They looked around, and their eyes stayed on the child for a moment. Then they hesitated and said, "this is the fairy palace?"

Yang Junshan didn't speak. The child swallowed the last nut, nodded, flashed his big eyes and said, "yes!"

"Well..." the friar looked around at the small courtyard like a fence.

The child didn't lift his head. He stretched out his hand in the direction of Yang Junshan and said, "just go out from here!"

The monk's eyes looked at Yang Junshan again, because the direction Yang Junshan was walking was the exit of this place that looked like a small courtyard.

"I don't know what to call you, Xiajia Dong?" the friar smiled at Yang Junshan.

Yang Junshan always felt that this person's smile was a little fake. He also raised his hand slightly and said, "my surname is Yang. I've seen Jia Daoyou."

Immortal Jia Dong came to Yang Junshan step by step and asked, "Jia is the first time to come to this fairy palace. Can you give me some advice?"

Yang Junshan glanced at the child with his eyes slightly undetectable, but found that he didn't look here at all. He smiled and said, "don't hide it from Taoist friends. I'm also the first time to come to this fairy palace. My eyes are also black. I'm afraid I don't know as much as Jia Daoyou."

As Yang Junshan spoke, he opened the door of the courtyard and raised his legs to step out.

Seeing this, immortal Jia Dong quickly shouted, "Yang Daoyou, wait for me..."

When he stepped out, he suddenly felt the power of space when entering and leaving the secret place. Yang Junshan suddenly turned around and found that there was a small grotto behind him, but there was an extinguished oil lamp in the grotto, and there was no space portal, but immortal Jia Dong disappeared.

When I thought of the process of going in and out of the fairy palace that I had asked Guantao's father for advice, Ziyuan Taoist priest had never told him about these things. Yang Junshan's eyes moved, and his soul's spiritual consciousness was wrapped around the oil lamp. Then the originally extinguished oil lamp gradually flickered a weak light, but the light was dying and seemed to be extinguished at any time.

Yang Junshan found a crystal brick in the storage magic weapon and baked it on the bean fire. The crystal brick actually began to melt like a wax stone. Drops of spiritual liquid dropped into the lamp of the oil lamp, and soon the whole crystal brick completely melted. With the supply of spiritual liquid melted by the crystal brick, the original bean fire became larger, The half inch long flame jumped and even had a little more spirituality.

Yang Junshan smiled and touched a crystal brick from the storage magic weapon again and began to bake on the fire. This time, the melting speed of the crystal brick accelerated a lot, but the fire did not increase. It was still half an inch long, but it jumped more and more joyful.

After Yang Junshan melted the third crystal brick, the spirit liquid had filled the lamp. Yang Junshan muttered, "the three crystal bricks are three days. It's really burning money to go in and out of the fairy palace!"

The fairy palace is a gathering place for high-level friars in the cultivation world. The threshold for friars to enter here must be at least above Tiangang. However, the spiritual liquid soul lamp of friars in Tiangang can only last for one day at most, and it is useless to melt more crystal bricks; As a friar of Taigang, Yang Junshan can stay in the fairy palace for three days. As soon as the time of three days comes and the spirit liquid in the lamp is dry, he must leave the fairy palace. The next entry can only be one month later, and Friar Tiangang will have a chance in three months.

Yang Junshan turned and walked outward, but the space under his feet was extending with his steps. Soon, he towered in the sky, as if the archway surrounded by spirit fog appeared in his sight. He could even see the three big characters "South Tianmen" in the middle of the archway in the swirling clouds!

This is the place where the monks below the Taoist realm can gather in the fairy palace. As for the monks above the Taoist realm, according to father Guantao, they usually gather in Guanghan palace. As for where Guanghan palace is, Yang Junshan doesn't know, but he knows that the ancestors of the Taoist realm can also go out and enter the South Tianmen.

Yang Junshan suddenly turned around and looked back. Only a dozen steps away, he could not see the grottoes behind him and the soul lamp left in the grottoes. He could only know the general orientation of the soul lamp by virtue of the meaning induction in the dark.

Yang Junshan knew that this should be the use of a space magic power in the array. Through the records of cangxuan's ancestors, he could generally determine that this should be the evolution of a space magic power that has delayed the end of the world. Although he only walked more than a dozen steps away, there was a space force extending around him when he took each step. In fact, the distance had not been known how many miles away.

The huge archway of Nantianmen is already above his head. Yang Junshan glanced at the opposite side of the archway, but he couldn't see anything. He took a deep breath and walked under the archway.

Surrounded by the power of space, the scene immediately changed. A well planned square city appeared in front of Yang Junshan. There were not too many friars coming and going in the square city, and it didn't seem to be very prosperous. However, whenever a friar appeared, his accomplishments fluctuated with Tiangang and Taigang.

As Yang Junshan stepped into the South Gate of heaven, other monks passed through his side and entered the square city. At the same time, some monks came from the square city and walked outside the South Gate of heaven from his side. Some of these monks showed their true faces, while others wore masks or secret magic powers.

Most of these monks did not communicate with each other. Yang Junshan stood at the gate of the square city, some blocked the way. Some monks just walked past him, while others looked up at him without expression, but no one said anything to remind him.

Until a moment later, Yang Junshan slowly breathed a sigh of relief. His originally stiff face eased down and walked towards the square city. At this time, most of his energy had been put into the Dantian.

"What just happened?"

On the sky peak, Yang Junshan's soul consciousness condensed into his original appearance. Looking at the pangolin crawling on the ground, he asked.

Beside the pangolin, the remaining mace, which had repaired most of the cracks, was still slightly shaking.

In fact, at the moment when Yang Junshan stepped into the South Tianmen gate, the whole residual mace began to vibrate violently. If Yang Junshan and the tool spirit pangolin had not tried their best to suppress and contain, the residual mace itself would have been pulled out from the huge peak inserted into the sky.

At the moment when Yang Junshan entered the Nantian gate, 90% of his Zhenyuan was mobilized to suppress the residual mace, so that he could only stand motionless at the Nantian gate as if he had been shocked when entering the fairy palace for the first time.

"It's a call, something is calling the body!" whispered the pangolin, whose body was also shaking.

"Are you afraid? What is calling again?" Yang Junshan asked with a frown.

"I don't know, but that call brought me great danger, as if to pieces. That's why I tried my best to help you suppress noumenon, otherwise I should follow the instinct of noumenon."

Yang Junshan frowned more tightly and asked again, "can you feel where the call comes from?"

Pangolin hesitated, shook his head and said, "I can't guide you unless you let go of the noumenon and let the noumenon find it by itself, or you inadvertently approach the calling source."

"It should be space barrier!"

Yang Junshan seemed to understand, but at the same time, he could almost confirm that the thing with strong induction with the residual mace should exist in the fairy palace. However, he still wondered that even half of Zhang Yueming's residual mace had not brought such a strong call to the spirit and body. What is in the Fairy palace?

。。。。。。

Real person Jia Dong saw that Yang Junshan stepped out of the courtyard step by step and quickly caught up with him. However, in front of him, there was no trace of Yang Junshan except an unidentified space.

"Asshole!"

Immortal Jia Dong scolded secretly, but he couldn't tell the direction at all. Suddenly, he turned around and saw only a two foot high grotto and an extinguished oil lamp in the grotto.

Immortal Jia Dong looked around warily, but found that except for this small grottoes, there was only a tall archway hidden in the clouds far away.

Immortal Jia Dong stretched out his hand and took it to the oil lamp on the grottoes. He thought about it and stopped. Instead, he leaned slowly towards the oil lamp with spiritual knowledge. Everything around him made him feel strange. He needed to test whether it was dangerous first.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when the spiritual consciousness came into contact with the oil lamp, a violent suddenly came from his brain. Immortal Jia Dong was shocked and was about to withdraw the spiritual consciousness, but suddenly a tear like pain came. A wisp of his spiritual consciousness was forcibly torn and swallowed up.

Immortal Jia Dong's face was pale because of the transmission. At this time, it became more and more pale because of the sharp pain of spiritual consciousness tearing. He looked at the oil lamp in front of him and retreated two steps in fear. He found that the oil lamp actually lit a bean light at some time, and the light gave him an unusually familiar feeling, He almost immediately confirmed that the light burning was probably the trace of soul consciousness that cut him apart.

You can't stay here!

Immortal Jia Dong was even more frightened. He looked around again. There was nothing else around except the archway looming in the clouds at a very far distance. He had to harden his head and walk quickly in the direction of the archway.

The archway was getting closer and closer, and the cave behind him and the oil lamp burning bean sparks had long disappeared, which made Jia Dong relieved. When he came outside the archway and saw the three characters "South Tianmen" engraved on the archway, he hesitated and walked in.

As the space world changed, Nantianmen square appeared in front of immortal Jia Dong. Looking at the monks who came and went in the square, immortal Jia Dong finally put his heart down and secretly said that this should be the real place of the fairy palace.

However, just after he had just taken two steps towards the market, immortal Jia Dong's face suddenly changed from pale to pale. A sharp pain far more painful than tearing the spiritual consciousness before made him shout loudly. The friar walking back and forth in the distance looked at the way of the scream, Seeing immortal Jia Dong covering his head with both hands, he stumbled and turned to run out of the south gate, so he showed pity, sympathy or joking eyes one by one, and even some people whispered like a smile.

"Oh, finally see another one!"

"Poor fellow, it's probably a casual repair!"

"Come back in a month!"

"I'm afraid he still doesn't understand after a month..."