Ran Xiaoxiao walked in front and led Chang Xi up the bluestone steps leading to Kongtong Palace.

All the six Kunlun radicals can enter Kongtong Palace, and she is one of them.

The small villa outside Kongtong Palace, the slightly shorter walls are not made of valuable blue gold bricks and obsidian as the Dome Immortal Palace. Instead, they are piled up by the most ordinary blue bricks. It can be seen that they are very old and may have always been in the original shape. The moss is everywhere on it, and strings of white flowers grow, which are surprisingly beautiful.

Walking through the gravel-paved villa path, Kongtong Palace was already close in front of you. Chang Xi suddenly frowned. Ran Xiaoxiao, who was walking in front, told him to be calm. He saw two old figures suddenly appearing under the originally uninhabited pillar outside Kongtong Palace.

"They are the guardians of Kongtong Palace."

Ran Xiaoxiao explained to Chang Xi behind her, and took a token representing her Xinghai radical from her waist and handed it to the two palace guards. The two palace guards, who were alias Kunlun Slave outside, were taciturn, checked and confirmed it, and then looked at the Qingyun Mountain sword cultivator behind Kunlunzi's daughter. They had already seen the shocking scene in front of the statue of the Human Emperor just now. Since the Xinghai radical and the Sect Master Kunlunzi were willing to guarantee him, their Kunlun Slave naturally would not make things difficult for a human queen.

The two palace guards who were destined to devote themselves to Kongtong Palace were slightly undressed, disappearing like light ink and water.

The two palace guards had a slightly strange aura of the Void Refining Realm, and Chang Xi couldn't help but ask curiously: "What is hidden in your Kongtong Palace? You need to be so tightly guarded? Our Qingyun Mountain Tibetan Hall is not so hidden."

Ran Xiaoxiao's lips bent, "There are so many problems. Can you tell me if you go in and take a look?"

The sound of rotating machinery and flowers sounded like a wooden flower. The tall hall door of Kongtong Palace slowly opened, and a heavy and vicissitudes of history rushed towards him.

Chang Xi looked closely and found that Kongtong Palace was like his own Tibetan Taoist Hall, with a very clever space formation, which superimposed the space of the hall in geometric multiples. Looking at the other side from the entrance of the hall, you can't see where the end is, making him feel a sense of vastness that can only be felt when watching the sea.

This shows how big Kongtong Palace is.

The planning and layout of Kongtong Hall is similar to that of the Tibetan Taoist Hall, and they are clearly distinguished from the Go board. However, what is the collection of various collections in the hall is not the rosewood shelves that are often hundreds of thousands of years old in the Tibetan Taoist Hall, but a three-legged copper tripod with anti-gravity array engraved on the inside, and countless collections are suspended at the opening of the copper tripod.

Ran Xiaoxiao's black iron foot stepped on the white jade ground in the hall, and said proudly: "Kunlun Mountain has a long history, and it has been more than 2,700 years since its founding in Suzhou, the Northern Region. At that time, the eight Kunlun Schools were rising and falling in the long river of history, and only Kunlun Mountain and Tianyong City survived. Among them, our Kunlun Mountain has the most vigorous vitality. Since thousands of years of accumulation, it has been able to achieve its current huge scale. You Qingyun Mountain is powerful, but after all, it is a rising star. You are much different in terms of foundation."

Chang Xi couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied. Do women like to show off? There are so many good goods in Qingyun Mountain's Tibetan Dao Hall. At that time, Mr. Mo was happy to tempt him with good goods that made him drool. Your Kunlun family background is indeed very rich, but I, Qingyun Mountain, will definitely not be worse than yours!

But after only half an hour, Chang Xi gave in without any backbone.

The top 100 artifacts on the Jiuzhou Artifact List are more than half of them in Kongtong Palace;

There are more than twenty skills for practice in the Shenyou Realm. You should know that the entire Jiuzhou Immortal Alliance has abandoned the dead Zeng Jiuhe, and there are only five Shenyou Realm monks;

It can be compared with the seventeen magical powers and techniques of the Qingyun Mountain Heavenly Level Forbidden Sword Technique;

There are countless treasures of all kinds of heaven and earth...

The image of Ran Xiaoxiao's little rich woman with a wealthy family immediately became vivid.

Ran Xiaoxiao introduced the origins of various collections to Chang Xi. Among them, Chang Xi saw a rubbing of the Jiuzhou territory from ancient times. The patterns depicted on it did not have the current Cangshan and Erhai Lake. The southern border is closely connected with the current Cangzhou!

"Don't doubt that the Jiuzhou was not bad at all from the rubbings you see in the past." Ran Xiaoxiao stomped his feet hard and explained: "The Jiuzhou land under our feet is actually composed of several huge sections, and they are not constant. They are slowly moving at all times, squeezing or collide with each other, just because they move too slowly, even monks will find it difficult to detect it."

Chang Xi widened his eyes and felt as incredible as if he was listening to a heavenly book.

Ran Xiaoxiao looked at the ancient Jiuzhou map written by an ancient monk and continued: "At that time, the sections of the Cangzhou area squeezed each other, and the two sides collided in the middle position, and the earth, wood, stones, sun and moon accumulated, forming the current Cangshan Mountain. Then the collision section broke, forming a large bottomless abyss. Under the accumulation of water vapor, the current beautiful Erhai Lake was formed. The original section was divided into two and across the sea. This was Cangzhou and the other became southern Xinjiang."

Chang Xi only felt that he had really gained his knowledge and opened his eyes. It turned out that the thousands of demons in southern Xinjiang were actually from their roots, and they were actually very serious people from Cangzhou.

"Do you feel how profound the foundation of Kunlun is now?" Ran Xiaoxiao chuckled and turned around, leaving only a graceful back for Chang Xi.

Chang Xi smiled helplessly and hurriedly chased after him.

The two continued to walk into the depths of Kongtong Hall, and gradually became inexplicably hot. There was a dazzling golden light deep in the hall with naked eyes. There were no other three-legged copper tripods around the golden light. Before they knew it, Ran Xiaoxiao, who was already sweating profusely, stopped thirty steps away, covered the golden light with his hands and said solemnly: "We are here."

The golden light is as hot as the sun. Every time you take a step forward, the heat waves facing each other will increase exponentially. However, these extremely difficult heats for others are as gentle as the spring breeze blowing on your face. In Ran Xiaoxiao's wide beautiful eyes, Chang Xi is like a boat in a storm, advancing bravely towards the source of the golden light.

Chang Xi finally saw clearly what the candle-holding dragon left him.

It was the dragon horn on the dragon head with a candle that looked like a branch.

There were no strange calls from the dragon horns that had not been moving for more than twenty years. Ran Xiaoxiao's mouth opened slightly, and Chang Xi could really trigger the strange phenomenon of the immortal weapon?

Chang Xi reached out to touch the dragon horn. Just as he was in contact, Chang Xi felt that the sea of ​​blood and the sea of ​​consciousness were rumbling and the sea of ​​spirit were flooded by unimaginable power. The memories and inheritance intentionally left by the dragon holding the candle were stuffed into Chang Xi's body. It seemed that the dragon holding the candle was sure that Chang Xi's body refining and spiritual consciousness, who could come here, would not be too weak. The countless memory inheritances were like a mountain torrent and storm, and it was like a mountain torrent, and it was a big blow to Chang Xi's not-so-wide river, as always.

Chang Xi's eyes were golden, and the silver cross star and strange vertical pupils alternated back and forth. He resisted the pain of almost tearing him apart, and said to the woman with a worried face not far away: "Ran...Ran Xiaoxiao... Do me a favor!"

"You said!" Even a woman as tough as Ran Xiaoxiao could not help but be frightened by Chang Xi's terrifying face full of blue veins.
Chapter completed!