Turtle Xuanyun Sea.

The Palace of the Dao Mother Taiyuan.

These twelve characters are engraved on the cliff head, reflected in the eyes, but into the heart.

In exchange for a series of Wei Ye's self-talk.

"Divine Turtle, Xuanyun, Dao Mother, Taiyuan?"

After reciting these four words one by one, the immortal warlock kicked the stone and said, "The sea of the Divine Turtle? ”

Looking at the sky again, he sighed again: "From top to bottom, the sky is the same, where are the clouds?"

In the end, Wei Ye's expression was a little dignified, and he muttered in a low voice: "There is a saying in the Jade Scripture of the Yellow Court Neijing, 'Dao Father and Dao Mother look at each other', the so-called Dao Mother, also known as Xuanmu, is the sect of Qunyin. Yin and yang, the two qi of Xuanmu are the root of vitality and education. This is a metaphor in the book of the Tao, but ......"

What exactly is "but", Wei Ye did not say it explicitly, but he had some calculations in his heart.

With a move to look at the sky with his hand, the seven newly refined Dongyang flame light arrows were like spiritual snakes, and they rushed towards the cliff stone!

In the blink of an eye, the red golden rays crashed into this mirror-like cliff.

The tip of the arrow touches the stone wall, but it is like a feather falling on the snowfield, and the peach blossoms are floating on the pool.

It's not that the stone wall dissolves into smoke and dissipates into fog when the tip of the arrow touches it. The mountain stone is still hard and stubborn, and even if it is hit by the Dongyang flame arrow, it only falls a little imperceptible stone powder. However, at the tip of the arrow, there were water waves appearing in the void for no reason.

The ripple-like ripples slowly moved away on the stone cliff, slowly fading, and between the ripples scattered, the stone cliff that seemed to be only a stone's throw away from the sky opened up the distance from the immortal warlock.

In the Yuanshen contemplation, the stone cliff is still in its place, but when the eyes want to touch the stone cliff, it is like a leaf involved in the river, twisting and turning in the torrent, and it is difficult to reach the other side.

Cultivation has reached the point of Wei Ye, his spiritual sense is self-generated, and the flow of ordinary illusions cannot cover the Qingming Yuan Shen at all, but at this moment, his gaze is really separated by a veil of curtains.

The fog is a cage, and the clouds are a veil, just like that, they float out in front of the stone cliff, curling and swirling, blocking the peeping gaze and interfering with the divine sense of the detective.

But there is also a way.

Cloud stack.

Fog Bridge.

And at the end of the trestle bridge formed by light clouds and mist, the eaves of the dougong are faintly visible, and a corner of the peak is exposed at the peak of the mountain, and the golden beast is ethereal, looming between the sky and the sea of clouds.

Wei Ye put his hand on the pergola and flicked his tongue lightly, "Does this count as 'Cave Heaven Stone Gate, Suddenly Open'?"

However, whether it is a cloud stack or a fog bridge, it looks like a natural road, but such a trestle bridge has no possibility of bearing load. If you want to pass through this trestle bridge and step into the mirage-like palace between the mountains and clouds, even if you can't soar the clouds, at least you must be able to ride the wind.

Even if it's the lowest-level method of tiptoeing into the void, it's probably barely enough to make do.

With the power of the heat of the Dongyang True Fire surging up, and relying on the half-hung wind tiger trick, Wei Ye swayed and stepped on this cloud trestle bridge.

This cloud and mist trestle bridge, starting from the cliff stone carving, seems to be only for the purpose of guiding the way, but the slightest cloud is as if intentionally, if unintentionally, rubbing Wei Ye's road clothes. Every time he passed by, a ripple-like ripple appeared between the cloud qi and the immortal warlock.

It seems to be incompatible with each other, but it is like a stone entering the water, and the water is moist and the stone is moist.

Stone to water, water to stone, the essence is completely different, but at the moment it is one.

Even the slight blood stains on Qingxi's road clothes gradually melted away under the caress of layers of ripples.

This sincerity is like the way to climb the clouds and step into the void, even if Wei Ye, who has not yet succeeded, is fluttering in the air, like a childish toddler, it will not change its essence.

It is like a cloud for clothing, and like the wind for a horse.

With a first-line cloud stack, Wei Ye half borrowed the real heat power, and half borrowed the wind and tiger to escape the wind and the void, climbed several cliffs, low around several peaks and green mountains, and gradually entered the ethereal space.

The water crosses the mountain and rises to the cliff, and the white clouds fly in the cave.

As far as the eye can see, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, above the peaks, the blue hall covers the door, the side of the stream, and the Tonglou is closed.

On the cliff, the fruit of Cuilan and Dansha, and the stamen of Zizhi blooming three shows, such elixirs, but no one picks them. Just let Qionghua follow the wind, Yao is really decent, and it makes people feel distressed.

Wei Ye followed the cloud stack forward, and also moved the thoughts of these spirit grasses, and with a move of his hand, he took a branch of red lingzhi with a mushroom lid shaped like a cloud head. This Ganoderma lucidum is different from the sesame grass next to it, on the top of the largest sesame lid at the bottom, there is a round of color like a red fire of the sesame lid, the sesame lid is like a heavy overlap, four layers in a row, the shape is like a tower, and it is like a small quadruple cloud head treasure building, which is particularly different.

This kind of strange Yunzhi, Wei Ye has seen a record in the Taoist book, it is that when the qi of the mountain spirit flows out of the earth's veins and damp land, it is condensed by the moisture and turns into sesame grass, so it is called Mountain Yingzhi. Those who learn the Tao and cultivate immortals have the fate to take a plant, which has the wonderful use of prolonging life and longevity, and it is even more rare to see leisure.

But when Wei Ye wanted to send this mountain Yingzhi to the present for careful inspection, this Yunzhi turned into a handful of vermilion fine sand in an instant, and it flowed down from Wei Ye's fingertips. When the immortal warlock reached out to fish, the handful of cinnabar turned in the wind, turning from the sand to mist.

There was a touch of vermilion mist like red silk, just fluttering away from Wei Ye's fingertips, turning a few times mischievously in the mountain wind, and then attached the old place where Shan Yingzhi grew on the cliff, and condensed into a fiery red Yunzhi with a heavy cover like a treasure.

Wei Ye looked at the mountain Yingzhi, thought for a while, and as soon as his cuffs were raised, a Liujia arrow was immediately shot.

As soon as the fire flashed, a xenomorph spirit grass with leaves like jasper was shattered into a puff of jade-colored powder by this talisman arrow, and the spirit grass juice splashed everywhere, touching the nose with a fragrant fragrance.

However, only a moment later, the spirit grass also turned into a wisp of blue light clouds, swaying in the mountain wind for a moment, and then reborn in its original place.

The immortal warlock drew the sword trick, recalled the Liujia arrow, and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff, but he couldn't even smell the fragrance of the spirit grass, so he couldn't help frowning and said, "What is the reason for this?"

Just when he was wondering, he heard someone behind him laugh and said, "The cyclamen is invited, Mingyue Caizhi is happy?"

The sound was so abrupt, Wei Ye turned his head suddenly, but saw a Mulan boat floating above the cloud stack. The boat was still some distance away from him, and he could still see the figure standing on the bow of the boat.

The boat is not big, and it seems to be carved into a boat from a whole magnolia tree. The old man standing at the bow of the boat, wearing a green bamboo hat, wearing a light green short, holding a green bamboo fishing rod, dressed as a fisherman. However, the hair bun exposed on the bamboo hat was curled up with a white hosta with a claw head hooked to the clouds, and the hook around the waist was also made of rhino horns that reached the sky, which looked very incompatible.