What is the principle of the Immortal Magic Fantasy Realm?

remains?

A small world of caves?

In the carriage, Yang Yu sat quietly and breathed, looking at the steamed buns placed in front of him, and his thoughts flew in his heart.

It has been half a year since he arrived in the illusion, but he still did not notice any strange things. He ate, drank, sucked and sucked and practiced qigong every day, which was really incredible.

Or, just like "watching the chess and chess," "One day in the world has been in the cave for a hundred years"?

"Um?!"

As he thought about it, Yang Yu suddenly felt something, and the curtain of the car was blown open by the wind.

Xilulu~

The two horses pulling the cart neighed, and their legs became weak, almost kneeling directly in front of the city gate. The two masters and apprentices who were driving the car to drive the horse were so scared that their faces turned pale.

Just as the time comes, the roar of the dragon sounds.

Yang Yu stepped out of the carriage and heard the sound of dragons rolling. The waves in the distance rolled and the waves were surging. A strong and powerful aura was rising.

In a trance, I felt a blue dragon going out to the sea, carrying the surging rivers and the sky one after another. The momentum it showed was enough to shock the whole city.

"Master Huiding has arrived in person, Lao Long is honored!"

The dragon roared violently, and the whole city was silent.

The good men and women cried with joy, and ordinary people hid in horror. For a moment, people were rushing over the streets, and more people followed the sound and looked at the city gate.

Someone saw an old monk in gray robe walking slowly down, his beard and eyebrows were all white, and his face was covered in frosty.

In the eyes of a few people, the person who came was wearing a big red flying fish suit and a long straight blade with a long sword on his waist. His breath was as if the divine tip was drawn out of the sheath, sharply cutting the wave of air.

"It's him?!"

On the third floor of Linjiang Building, the boss suddenly got up and brought down the tables and chairs, with a look of surprise, almost thinking that he was confused.

Xie Qi, who had not yet retreated, and the people who were hiding in the secret, were also shocked.

He was actually welcomed by the Dragon King?!

‘This old dragon…’

Sniffing the heavy water vapor in the air, Yang Yu's eyelids were slightly licked.

There are still more than ten miles of the river. At such a long distance, the old dragon could detect his arrival, and his strength was probably unfathomable.

At the end of the long street, eight burly and tall men walked towards him carrying a huge chariot.

Soon after, he had arrived at the city gate, bowed together and said:

"Invited by the Dragon King, Master will sit on!"

"This is OK..."

After being shocked, the boss clenched his palms, still feeling a little incredible.

Not only him, but also the secretly people, both the Jinyiwei and the masters of Liansheng Sect, were shocked and speechless.

Some of them have been here for more than a year and can do everything possible, but they have not yet been able to get an invitation. When he comes, he actually attracted the Dragon King to speak out and greet him in person?

"Please sit down!"

The eight great men bowed, their voices were sonorous, and every word in their words was respectful, but their tone was unconcealed indifference and contempt.

"good!"

Yang Yu's face was as deep as water, but he was not afraid. Before the few people finished speaking, they had already stepped onto the chariot.

Click!

The moment they sat down, the bodies of the eight people were shaking. They felt that mountains were pressing down horizontally, and they cracked the stone slabs in front of the city gate in one instant.

"Um?!"

The eight people had heavy breaths and their breath was as strong as sulfur. When their feet exerted their strength, they would lift the chariot.

clatter!

Yang Yu lightly pulled the chariot, and the invisible huge force pressed down from the cover.

Half a year is actually very long for Yang Yu. Even though he is doubtful about the fantasy of immortals and magic, he has not relaxed at all in the past six months.

Both the Vajra Indestructible Body and the Buddha’s secret technique of casting elephants have a certain degree of fire. They are naturally inferior to the original owner’s wisdom and concentration. However, they have the foundation of nine oxes and two tigers, so they will not be much inferior to themselves.

This time, even if there are eight elephants, they can all be crushed to the ground.

Bang!

Sixteen sounds sounded.

The moment when Yang Yu pulled the chariot lightly, the eight people felt their muscles and bones colliding and fighting. Without saying a word, they all fell to the ground and smashed a large area of ​​smoke and dust.

"ah!"

The eight people were furious, their foreheads were angry, and their faces were red to the limit, but they were allowed to roar and struggle, like earthworms pressed by mountains, and had no effect.

Until, a breeze with water vapor came.

Hurry ~

There seemed to be a sound of sea tides in the air, and Yang Yu's eyes narrowed. He heard the dragon roar again, with a cold scolding:

"You can't welcome the master into the city quickly!"

With a dragon roar, the eight people were like eight burning fireballs in Yang Yu's eyes, burning their inner breath and blood, carrying huge power to lift the divine chariot up.

"Super Power..."

Yang Yu said to himself, but he did not take action again. He allowed eight people to carry it, and entered the city walls in awe and envious eyes.

Dao Ren Yun, who was one step behind, had his eyes red, and he pulled his apprentice and followed behind.

People everywhere in the city walls looked at the long street, either shocked, indifferent, or angry.

"Why?"

The boss's chest was stuffy and his thighs were slapped. When he thought of what he said during the last meeting, he felt that his face was swollen.

Why is this?!

He jumped up in anger, and Xie Qi was speechless for a long time.

"That old dragon..."

After a while, the boss calmed down and threw a divination for himself.

“……I don’t forget to tell a fortune at this time…”

Xie Qi was completely speechless.

"This hexagram is good!"

Looking at the hexagram, the boss's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that his depression dissipated a lot.

Xie Qi listened, but his heart trembled:

"Really, really good?"

"What are you saying!"

The boss heard his suspicion and was immediately displeased, but before he could scold him, he heard footsteps. A strange man hurried upstairs, without saying much, and put down the invitation directly.

"Ha ha!"

The boss smiled with his palms and swept away his depressed anger. He put away the copper plate, picked up the invitation and swiped: "Isn't this fulfilled?"

...

"It seems that there are really many people entering this magical illusion..."

On the chariot, Yang Yu sat quietly with his eyes closed. With his powerful perception, he could naturally detect unusual gazes.

but……

The eight people had a very fast pace. Not long after, they had passed through the city walls and jumped into the turbulent riverside in front of everyone.

"Wait for me!"

Dao Ren Yun exclaimed and jumped in. However, the divine chariot that was still in front of him the moment he had just fallen into the river.

puff!

Looking at the wet disciple, Dao Ren Yun was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. Was he left behind his saddle along the way?

call!

The moment he fell into the water, Yang Yu had already changed his internal breathing, but it seemed that he didn't need it.

Above the chariot, a thin layer of water light separated the river, like the legendary water-relieving beads, allowing people to breathe underwater.

"interesting……"
To be continued...