Chapter: 6939
"The lake of fire is really miraculous. It actually allowed me to break through to the middle stage of the cosmic dharma in one fell swoop."
Zhuo Wen felt refreshed and indescribably happy.
Ever since he entered the cosmic dharma, Zhuo Wen knew that the energy he needed was far greater than that of the same level!
And this fire pool can actually make him advance to the first level, which is really amazing for him!
At the same time, the communication jade talisman on his waist lit up.
He flipped through his hands and found that it was Ziyou who sent him a message.
"I didn't expect it to be more than a month!"
After reading the news, Zhuo Wen muttered to himself.
Ziyou's matter has been dealt with, and the main thing is to inform him that he can set off for Zixiao Holy Land.
Putting away the communication jade talisman, Zhuo Wen sacrificed the divine ship and plundered towards the Ziyu family.
Soon, he returned to the Ziyu family, and Ziyou had already been waiting at the gate for a long time.
By Ziyou's side, Ding Jia, whom he had seen before, followed.
"Young Master Ziyou, senior brother Xueyue only invited you for his birthday, and now you bring one more person, I'm afraid it's not good!"
As soon as Zhuo Wen landed at the door, he heard Ding Jia's displeased voice.
However, Ding Jia noticed Zhuo Wen immediately, and quickly shut up.
"Brother Zhuo, you're here. You haven't cultivated in the lake of fire until now, have you?"
Ziyou hurriedly greeted her, and said in a low voice: "Did my grandpa suspect you?"
"Yes!" Zhuo Wen said lightly.
"Master, this is none of my business! I have never revealed anything about you." Ziyou quickly argued.
"I know! Don't worry about this matter, take me to the Holy Land of Zixiao." Zhuo Wen said bluntly.
Ziyou breathed a sigh of relief, nodded slightly and said, "Okay!"
Next, a group of three took the divine ship to Zixiao Holy Land.
On the way, Ziyou also told Zhuo Wen that the purpose of going to Zixiao Holy Land this time was mainly to attend the birthday of a core disciple named Xueyue.
Among the core disciples of Zixiao Holy Land, Xueyue can only be regarded as above-average, but her talent and strength are far stronger than Ziyou's.
As an important core disciple, Xueyue's status in Zixiao Holy Land is naturally not low, and the invitations for this birthday are basically the real geniuses in Ziling Divine City.
Zixiao Holy Land is located in a misty mountain in the northwest corner of Ziling Shencheng.
This misty mountain covers a vast area and is shrouded in thick mist all year round.
It is said that many strong men enter the misty mountains and easily lose their way, so they are trapped in the mountains until their lifespan is exhausted.
The Purple Cloud Holy Land is hidden in the depths of this misty mountain.
With the existence of misty mountains, no matter how powerful it is, it may not be possible to find the Zixiao Holy Land hidden inside.
This time, Ding Jia was the guide, and the three of them easily broke through the billowing mist, and finally came to a huge stone gate looming deep in the mist.
When they entered the stone gate, their vision immediately became completely different.
I saw that there was still fog around, and my vision became extremely clear.
What appeared in front of his eyes were magnificent buildings built on the mountains. Between each mountain, there were flashes of brilliance passing by, and colorful tracks were drawn in the mid-air.
The masters of these brilliance are all disciples of Zixiao Holy Land who walk in the sky.
Behind the stone gate, guarded by two young men in white brocade robes, they should be the gatekeeper disciples of Zixiao Holy Land.
"Two junior brothers, we are here to attend senior brother Xueyue's birthday."
Ding Jia stepped forward and handed a golden invitation to one of the gatekeeper disciples.
After reading the invitation, the two gatekeeper disciples nodded, but did not stop them.
"Brother Xueyue has a special mountain for cultivation, named Xueyue Peak! After entering Xueyue Peak, don't wander around!" JrNovels.com