Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 54 [The Head of the Fairies, Kunlun Golden Mother]

To set up a formation, you must have a formation eye, which can be a human being or a heaven and earth spiritual treasure. Otherwise, the formation will be like a body without a soul.

"finished."

Zhang Yan smiled slightly and explored every inch of land here. From now on, he finally had a true home in this ancient world.

After doing all this, Zhang Yan walked towards the palace. There were no extra decorations in the main hall, just the simplest chair. There were no other decorations around, but Zhang Yan didn't care about these.

"It's time to break through the middle stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal."

His cultivation had been stagnant for hundreds of years. It was not that he could not break through, but that Zhang Yan had been busy with other things and had no time to break through.

Originally, he was planning to return to Yuxu Palace to break through, but he unexpectedly found a dojo, and he was not ready to return to Yuxu Palace for the time being.

Sitting cross-legged on a cattail cloud, Zhang Yan began to meditate while adjusting his breath.

When you practice, you don’t keep track of time. Hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yan, who was sitting on top of the clouds, suddenly opened his eyes, and his aura became richer and more pure, as if he was faintly blending with the heaven and earth.

"The middle stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal."

The five qi in the chest rise, and when they leave the body and escape into the soul, the three flowers gather at the top, the five qi move towards the yuan, jump out of the long river of time, and become the Great Luo Jinxian.

As his cultivation progressed further, Zhang Yan felt happy in his heart. In just one step, he appeared outside the palace. His mind spread and completely enveloped Zizhou Mountain, which was millions of miles away.

"what!"

"Why can't my mind penetrate that?"

Zhang Yan frowned and stared into the distance, which was the mountain behind Zizhou Mountain, but Zhang Yan remembered that there was nothing surprising there.

However, if something like this happened at home, Zhang Yan would have to go and see it.

Zhang Yan transformed into a golden rainbow and arrived at the back mountain area in an instant.

In the back mountain of Zizhou Mountain, there is a cliff. On the cliff, hundreds of miles of land are covered with countless flowers. The four seasons are as beautiful as spring.

When Zhang Yan arrived, he was completely stunned.

Standing in the endless sea of ​​flowers, is a very beautiful figure from the back. Even if Zhang Yan has never seen the face, just the figure from the back makes his heart flutter, as if he is immersed in it.

Zhang Yan did not deliberately hide his figure. The woman seemed to feel Zhang Yan's arrival and turned around slowly.

His eyes were like water, but they were as cold as talking, and seemed to be able to see through everything. His fingers were slender, and his skin was like gelatin.

A pair of red lips, a charming smile, long hair hanging straight down to her ankles, untied hair, green silk hair dancing in the wind, emitting a fragrance that can attract butterflies, slender waist, slender limbs, and refined temperament.

Zhang Yan was stunned on the spot, there were such beautiful women in the world, but all the women who appeared in his memory were not even half as beautiful as the one in front of him.

The heavy make-up and glamor in her previous life are incomparable, especially those beautiful eyes that seem to be able to speak. At the same time, she has a heavenly aura all over her body.

Zhang Yan was instantly immersed in all this, and was distracted for a while.

The woman noticed Zhang Yan's expression, but didn't care. She opened her mouth lightly and said slowly, "Do you know where this place used to be?"

As she spoke, her voice was soft and melodious. It spread through Zhang Yan's mind and instantly pulled him out of reality.

Zhang Yan involuntarily took half a step back and stared at the woman less than a hundred meters away in front of him, "Zizhou Mansion is the location of the ancient powerful Dongwang Gong's ashram, but now it is my ashram."

"You actually know this and still dare to occupy this place?" "Since it is an ownerless thing, why don't you dare?"

"But this girl, I have already set up a formation here. Don't you know that breaking into other people's caves without permission is not a very clear move."

Zhang Yan's expression turned particularly ugly when he said this. No matter who the Zizhou Mansion was before, it would belong to Zhang Yan once it was in his hands, and he had already set up a large formation before. How could any immortal in the prehistoric times not know that this place had an owner? land.

Like the woman in front of him, she entered his cave directly without saying hello.

If not, Zhang Yan couldn't sense the depth of the woman in front of him, he would have taken action long ago, arrested her and tortured her, how could he talk to her so kindly and well.

The woman's delicate eyes looked deeply at Zhang Yan, and the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a smile: "You are quite courageous."

"You actually know that Prince Dong is the head of the male immortals in the world. I wonder if you know Queen Mother West."

"Western Queen!"

Zhang Yan was shocked in his heart, looking at the woman in front of him, with many guesses in his mind, "It is said that the East Prince and the Queen Mother of the West are Taoist couples, appointed by the Taoist ancestors to take charge of the male and female immortals in the world."

"Haha! The second half of the sentence is correct, but we are not Taoists."

The woman smiled lightly, and then looked sideways at Zhang Yan, instead looking at the endless sea of ​​flowers in front of her.

"At best, we are just fellow Taoists."

"I'm just here to remember you."

Zhang Yan frowned slightly when he heard this. Whether it was the Duke of the East or the Queen Mother of the West, they were all powerful people from ancient times. They were powerful people in the quasi-sage realm long before they were counted for several years.

Prince Dong had been dead for several centuries and had nothing to say, but standing in front of Zhang Yan, the seemingly weak woman turned out to be a being on the same level as Prince Dong, the Queen Mother of the West.

"What's the point of commemorating a dead person? Besides, Zizhou Mountain is now my dojo. Even if you want to commemorate him, you still need to say hello to me. There's no point in breaking into my dojo directly."

Zhang Yan responded with disdain.

However, the moment he said these words, the entire world was covered by an overwhelming aura, and the endless sea of ​​flowers trembled, swept up by this aura, and turned into a rain of flowers all over the sky.

Most of this momentum was borne by Zhang Yan. In an instant, Zhang Yan's body collapsed and he almost knelt down, but was resisted by his tyrannical body like a god and demon.

At the same time, a cold voice slowly spread between heaven and earth, as cold as winter.

"You are just a little Taiyi Golden Immortal, and you are only in the middle stage at best."

"If Duke Dongwang were alive, he could crush you with just one breath. What qualifications do you have to speak of him?"

"Humph!"

Zhang Yan clenched his teeth, held his knees with both hands, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked up at the beautiful figure in the sea of ​​flowers.

"Haha! So, I have already said that he is already dead. What should I fear when facing a dead man?"

Zhang Yan looked frivolous, showing no fear in the face of the mighty power of the Queen Mother of the West, and his arrogance was completely concealed.

Who is he? He is a disciple of the third generation of the Xuanmen authentic sect and the chief disciple of the Chanjiao. He is backed by three saints. He is also recognized as the strongest among the three generations of the Xuanmen. In just a thousand years, he has crossed from the human immortal realm to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

Within ten thousand years, Da Luo can expect to reach the quasi-sage realm. For him, it is only a matter of time.

Arrogant? Why can't he be arrogant? Even if he faces a quasi-sage, Zhang Yan has the capital to be arrogant. How can he face a dead man?
  (End of this chapter)