After walking five or six li along the ancient well and through the forest, ye Ziheng and Yan ruolong came to a stone tablet.

It is a stone tablet with a height of more than three meters, with a marble like texture and a very smooth surface. There is a big character "Yan" in the middle.

"This is the entrance to the fairyland."

Yan ruolong said, took out an amber ring to wear on his hand, and then gently waved to the stone tablet in front of him. The surface of marble began to appear a spiral, slowly expanding, and finally the whole marble surface was expanded into a spiral pattern.

"Well, go in."

Yan ruolong said to ye Ziheng.

It seems that Hengye's hand is pulled to the inside of the stele, and Hengye's invisible hand is pulled in.

Just entered the fairyland, ye Ziheng's front is a blank, nothing to see, nothing, only a blank.

But with ye Ziheng slowly come back to God, the surrounding environment began to change slowly.

The stream began to grow a little from the grassland in front of him.

Flowers bloom one after another, butterflies from inside, and then a deer began to drill out of the woods.

At this time, he looked up and saw a family, a small wooden house which was not very big. In front of the house was a man, and behind him was a woman holding a baby. Their clothes are simple, but the smile on their faces is also plain.

Ye Ziheng looked at all this, he was stunned, this seems to be all that he imagined in his mind, beautiful and simple.

But unfortunately, before long, this beautiful and peaceful life was awakened by a cry.

"Boy, you won't wake up for three days!"

Hearing this, ye Ziheng suddenly regained his mind, and then all the beautiful scenery around him disappeared, leaving only a vast expanse of white.

"Well, what's going on?"

Ye Ziheng shook his head violently and asked in a daze.

"It's magic. In order to let the people here forget the massacre of destiny, we specially set up a magic art in it. But it doesn't hurt people, so don't worry at all. "

The voice of the emperor sounded in ye Ziheng's ear. Ye Ziheng nodded, but he didn't waste time. He sat cross legged and began to practice.

When ye Ziheng started to work, the original white color around him suddenly changed and gradually turned into gray color. There were even some not very loud thunder in his ear.

"Is this also magic?"

Ye Ziheng asked blankly.

"No, at that time, when we created this fairyland, we put in all kinds of thunder, including gold, silver, purple and blue

When ye Ziheng heard this, his eyes suddenly brightened and seemed to think of something.

"Wait a minute! How many thunders did you catch

"It's not very clear, but at that time, our cultivation environment was much better than yours. There were many things like shenlei, but I didn't remember any of them at that time. But maybe there were about 20 golden thunder in each one."

"About twenty!"

Ye Ziheng is stupid. How much difference is there between these two times! Now it's hard to find a golden ray. But at that time, they could catch more than 20 golden thunder!

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