Time passed by, and when the spiritual energy vortex in the bronze gate completely stabilized.

The two bronze doors shook violently, and the surrounding suspended mountains moved closer to the bronze doors under an inexplicable gravitational force.

The monks knew that the secret realm had been opened. The small bronze door corresponded to the small secret realm, and the spiritual energy vortex was purple; the big bronze door corresponded to the big secret realm, which stipulated that only monks above the Yuanying level could enter, and the spiritual energy vortex was golden.

This is because at this time of year, the spiritual energy accumulated in the dragon veins below will open up the passage between the Cangyun Realm and the Ancient Battlefield. The spiritual energy vortex is equivalent to a teleportation array, and the monks will be teleported to the Ancient Battlefield as long as they get close.

Although the secret realm was opened, no monks moved.

Everyone is waiting for the Holy Land to come.

It is the rule that the Holy Land selects the most advanced and skilled warriors to advance into the secret realm every year.

Finally, there were nine rings of bells, and above the Floating Mountain, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, and gradually a huge phantom figure emerged.

In the western sky, a hundred-foot-tall Buddha stood majestically in the sea of ​​clouds, performing the flower-picking seal. His giant hands resting on his knees were supporting a hundred Buddhist practitioners with dignified and solemn appearances.

Purple air rose from the eastern clouds. In the Tai Chi arena where Yin and Yang fish swam, dozens of monks in black and white Taoist robes formed a battle formation, with Taoist rhythms flowing between their sleeves.

In the ripples of the Thousand-Leaf Lotus Pond at the southernmost end, hundreds of female cultivators in green clothes stepped on the lotus platform, and the clear and cool immortal music continued to fill the ears.

The monks from various sects, including the 100,000 independent cultivators in the mountains, were all silent when they saw this, and dared not speak nonsense.

In the holy land, Fenjing, Zhenwu and Yaochi were successively in place.

Captain Lu looked at the majestic Tai Chi temple with longing in his heart.

Zhenwu Holy Land is the holy place he most wants to visit.

If one can enter the eyes of the real people in the holy land, one can enter and learn. And Zhenwu practiced the way of extreme yang and extreme yin, the mutual generation of yin and yang is one of the ways, which is completely different from the Happy Zen and the Hehuan Sect. These sects are still relying on unorthodox ways to experience yin and yang, while Zhenwu has reached the state of perfection and touched the source.

"After a hundred rounds of divination, the gate to Zhongzhou finally opened!"

In the center of the Tai Chi arena, an old man who was sitting cross-legged in meditation opened his eyes.

The yin and yang of his left and right eyes rotated, and the extreme yang and extreme yin transformed into two sword intentions that rushed up.

This person is Zhang Yibai, the master of Zhenwu Holy Land, and is also recognized as the strongest swordsman in Cangyun Realm.

He stood up, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "My fellow Taoists have been waiting for a long time. Your Excellency will not waste any more words." He looked at Yao Chi and Fen Jing again, "Master Yu Yao, Master Fen Ye, do you have anything else to say?"

"Amitābha Buddha, Fellow Daoist Zhang, recently there have been many monks in the Cangyun Realm making predictions. I wonder... what good things have been born in the Zhongzhou secret realm, Fellow Daoist Zhang? Why don't you tell me? It's fate that has brought all of you here."

The lord of the Fenjing Holy Land, the old monk Fenye, was stepping on a fire dragon. Behind him appeared the shadow of a six-armed Vajra with a kind face.

Zhang Yibai's face froze.

There are indeed good things in the secret realm of Zhongzhou this time.

But it was not deduced by him, but was divined by divination in his early years.

The method of mechanical deduction is to shorten one's life, how can it be used lightly?

"Master Fen Ye, you are joking. The Zhongzhou Secret Realm is completely isolated from the Cangyun Realm. I don't have the ability to calculate everything."

Fen Ye clasped his hands together and stared at Zhang Yibai without saying anything. Suddenly he asked with a smile, "So, Daoist Fellow Zhang, are you going to enter today or not?"

"When a poor person enters the bottle neck after enlightenment, he will naturally go in to look for an opportunity to become an immortal."

"Amitabha, that poor monk can come in too." Fen Ye nodded with satisfaction.

Zhang Yibai's face turned dark, and he flicked the dust with his hands behind his back, secretly cursing the cunning imitator.

Then, a gentle and pleasant female voice was heard coming from the Yaochi Pool.

"Since the two masters are going to enter the secret realm, I will come and join in the fun."

A woman in plain clothes walked out of the Yaochi Holy Land, and a blue bird carrying a flower branch flew over the sea of ​​clouds, forming a rainbow bridge wherever it passed. Jade Yao Zhenren came stepping on the rainbow, the veil on his hat fluttering in the mountain breeze, and the ancient bell on his waist rang with his steps.

The ancient seal characters on the bronze door glowed with green light, making the hem of her clothes look like flowing moonlight.

When she stood on tiptoe at the end of the rainbow bridge side by side with the other two masters of the holy land, the Buddhist beads in Fen Ye's hand suddenly became hot and Zhang Yibai's sword sheath made a sound.

Although no one can see the face under the veil.

But no one would doubt the beauty of this Jade Yao Zhenren.

After all, this person is the one who can make Master Burning Industry close his eyes and recite the sutra in peace.

"Mother, True Person Yuyao is so beautiful, strong and beautiful. If only I could go to the Holy Land of Yaochi for further study..." Yun Suxin, the young master of Lingxi Valley, looked at True Person Yuyao, who was in front of the bronze gate, with shining eyes.

Yun Baiyu glanced at his daughter, frowned slightly, and sighed.

Fortunately, Yun Suxin's qualifications do not meet the standards for entering the Yaochi Holy Land.

Otherwise she would really have a headache - the Yaochi Holy Land is not a good place.

"This Yuyao Zhenren is truly a peerless beauty. Although she is not pretty, she has already seduced me to the point of losing my soul. It is so-called..." Xu An hesitated for two steps, his eyes bright. He was about to open his mouth to compose a poem, but Duan Feng beside him quickly blocked Xu An's mouth with the strip of the sword.

"Master?"

Seeing this, most of the cultivators' eyes were focused on Master Yu Yao.

Li Qingran turned around nervously and glanced at his master.

"Gaha?" Chen Huaian lay on his side on the dragon chair in Shengxuan, supporting his cheek with one hand.

Seeing his disciple looking back at him, his sleepy eyes opened a little, but he still couldn't help yawning.

This Zhongzhou secret realm is too grand.

Can't the bronze door be opened and everyone rush in?

He wants to see fighting, slaughter, and rivers of blood!

Instead of a bunch of old bastards pretending to be humble and courteous, you have to queue up to enter a secret realm!

"Hehe, it's okay~"

Seeing that his master looked drowsy, Li Qingran smiled softly with her hands covering her mouth. He turned his head away, and the silver bell on his ankle rang again.

Sure enough, her master is different.

Even Pavilion Master Su and several elders stared at Master Yuyao for a while.

Only her master seemed indifferent to Jade Yao Zhenren. Not only did he not stare at her, he even dozed off.

Yuyao Zhenren is indeed good-looking.

Very tempting.

But Chen Huai'an couldn't appreciate the beauty wearing a veil hat.

He is obsessed with looks, he only looks at the face, if he can't see the face, everything else is useless.

In addition, the scale of the Zhongzhou Secret Realm was similar to that of a leadership meeting, and his interest had been worn out.

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But they didn't know.

Master Yuyao glanced over here from under her veil, her eyes slightly narrowed.

She practices the "Shangqing Yuyan Divine Art", and all living beings in the world, whether they are intelligent or not, will have a good impression of her.

Even the old monk Fen Ye had to use all his energy to resist this attraction.

Zhang Yibai's sword spirit-cultivating Chongxu Yinyang double swords chimed even more frequently.

Only the swordsman in this sword pavilion was not affected.

Moreover, this sword cultivator was a stranger. The Zhongzhou Secret Realm had never appeared in Jian Ge before...

Who is he? !

Will it have any impact on this secret realm?

Master Yuyao suppressed the doubts and vigilance in his heart, raised his hand and knocked on the spirit ring beside the bronze door.

From the horizon came the sound of birds chirping, and divine rain fell from the sky above the secret realm.

The concentration of spiritual energy in the Zhongzhou Secret Realm with a radius of one hundred miles has soared to a level comparable to that of an intermediate spirit gathering formation.

Some monks were waiting for this moment and immediately sat cross-legged to practice. Most of them were the elite from the holy places and sects who went in first. They were not in a hurry. Some of them who were weak did not plan to go in at all and just came to take advantage of the spiritual energy.

"The Zhongzhou secret realm is open." Yu Yao Zhenren's red lips moved slightly: "Please all the holy land masters enter the small secret realm first!"

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