After Zhang Yan left the Pengyuan Sect, he headed west.
After the battle at the Devil's Cave, the Six Great Demon Sects did not make any big moves. The situation in Donghua was relatively quiet. Coupled with his reputation, no one dared to provoke him. Therefore, the journey was smooth. After a few days, he arrived at the Sui River.
On the other side of this torrential river was the Central Pillar Continent, which was vast and seemed to want to reach the sky.
Zhang Yan flew in the air and stood by the river with his sleeves behind his back. He looked at the vast world and the endless river. Suddenly, he felt relieved.
However, that person was still entrenched in the Central Continent. When he retrieved the Treasure Scroll to enter the realm, he was sensed by that person. Although he was not afraid of that person with his current identity, it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble. If that person did not come to find him, there was no need for him to go to him.
Thinking of this, he did not continue to move forward. Instead, he decided to turn north, go around the Central Continent, and then enter the West Sea.
He stepped on the ground and a cloud surrounded his body. His sleeves fluttered and he flew up.
Not long after, he broke through the cloud and leaped into the sky. Then, he used the strong wind to fly quickly.
After traveling like this for seven or eight days, a boundless ocean appeared in front of them.
When he reached here, he waved his sleeves. A ray of spiritual light flew out from his sleeves and turned into a cloud. After two dragon roars, a pair of long-bearded black flood dragons came out. They were fully equipped and behind them was a large pagoda.
The West Sea was chaotic. Even if he was a Yuanying cultivator, he did not dare to underestimate walking on the sea. He had to maintain his mana at all times. With the flood dragon carriage, he could save a lot of energy.
Along with the flood dragon chariot, there was also a strange insect that was as clear as colored glass and had a line of blood on its back. When it landed, it transformed into a young man with a pale complexion. He came forward and bowed, "Greetings, Master."
Zhang Yan said, "In front, I will enter the pagoda to cultivate. Zhang Chan, you take care of the carriage."
Among the children beside him. Only Jing You was the most convenient to use.
However, because he was familiar with the big and small matters in the sect, he left him in the cave residence.
Even if the disciples in the sect were to encounter any unforeseen circumstances, with him at the side, he could come up with an idea. Therefore, he only brought along Zhang Chan on this trip.
Zhang Chan patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Master. As long as it's not those thousand-year-old monsters with profound cultivation, I can deal with them."
At this moment, one of the Flood Dragons could not help but say, "Spiritual Master, crossing the sea and passing through the clouds is just a piece of cake for the two brothers. They can be safe even without this little demon."
The other one also lazily echoed, "Elder Brother is right. This little demon doesn't seem to be very big. How much cultivation can he have? "
When Zhang Chan saw that he was being looked down upon, he immediately jumped up and rolled up his sleeves. He angrily said, "You two long worms, if you don't accept this, then I'll give you a chance. Why don't you come and spar with me? "
The black Flood Dragon laughed and said, "You little worm have a big temper. My brother doesn't mind playing with you, but who should be responsible for delaying your journey?"
This double Flood Dragon carriage could only be ridden by the ten disciples of the Qincang School or those who used to be disciples. Whenever they went out, it was a solemn occasion. The two black Flood Dragons never dared to be rash. This trip could be considered to be an escape from the cage. They felt free and immediately showed their true nature.
Zhang Chan was not good at talking. How could he fight against the two of them? He was so angry that he shouted.
Zhang Yan smiled faintly. He glanced around. Whether it was Zhang Chan or the two Flood Dragons, they felt a chill when he looked at them. Suddenly, their bodies trembled and they all stopped talking.
Zhang Yan no longer paid attention to them. He waved his sleeves and entered the tower. He sat down cross-legged and entered a meditative state in a moment.
After traveling like this for four days, Jing You said outside, "Master, there is a big island in front. There seems to be a lot of cultivators."
Zhang Yan was slightly surprised. It had only been a few days since he saw the Zhong Zhu Continent, but at least half of the continent was already there. It was so far away that it could be considered the outer sea of the West Sea. There were cultivators in this place, which was somewhat different from what he knew before.
He waved his hand and opened the restriction of the curtain door in front of him. He looked down and saw a long island lying on the sea. There were a few high peaks, trees, and fog. He could see that there was a defensive formation on the island, but it was very rough and complicated.
Outside, there were many cultivators riding on birds and boats, going in and out. There were also groups of five, patrolling around. They looked like they were facing a great enemy.
When the flood dragon carriage came, it attracted the attention of a group of people patrolling below. After a few words of discussion, they pushed out a beautiful female cultivator in a light yellow feather coat.
When the woman came in front of the flood dragon carriage, she looked at the two fierce black flood dragons with fear. She bowed and said timidly, "Senior, are you here to help my Xuan Di Island?"
Zhang Yan said lightly, "I just passed by this place."
When the woman heard that, she was stunned. She was at a loss for words and did not know what to say.
At this time, an old voice behind her said, "Su 'er, back off."
The woman looked back and saw a man from Daoren coming up. He called "Master" and quickly backed off.
Daoren came to the front. He first looked at the flood dragon carriage, then at Zhang Yan. He was a little surprised. He bowed and said, "Fellow cultivator, I'm Wang Nanxiao, the person in charge of this place. I heard that you passed by this place, but the road ahead is not safe. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to pass by. If you don't mind, why don't you come to the island and let me play host?"
Zhang Yan thought for a while and said, "Sure."
Wang Nanxiao quickly moved aside and said, "Please." The two of them went to the island together.
Seeing the two of them leaving, the cultivators in the air gathered together. A young cultivator said enviously, "This senior came here on a flood dragon. He must be an elder of a big sect in the province!"
A short and stout Daoist shook his head and said, "I don't think so. He might be the leader of some sect. Senior Martial Brother Lu of Zhen Luo League said that his master caught a heavenly crane that had been cultivating for several years as his mount. But compared to this Daoist, it's nothing."
When the woman called Su 'er saw that there were no outsiders, she became bolder and said, "Senior Martial Brothers, in your opinion, who is stronger between this Daoist and that big demon?"
The young cultivator said, "That demon is so powerful. Even our master is not a match for it. This Daoist might not be a match for it …"
The short and stout Daoist shook his head and said, "Otherwise, with the help of the two flood dragons, he might not lose to that demon!"
The two of them had their own opinions. For a while, neither of them was convinced, so they started arguing.
On the highest peak of the island, there was a magnificent temple that took up the entire peak. The stone steps in front of the temple were like a snake's path. There were many strange flowers and rare plants planted around the temple.
Wang Nanxiao politely invited Zhang Yan into the monastery and served him some good tea. She also tried to inquire about his background. When she heard that he was from the Dong Hua Continent, she was astonished and her attitude became even more respectful.
Zhang Yan also learned from the conversation that the Xuan Di Island Sect was attacked by the Shaoqing Sect in Dong Hua Continent a few years ago.
However, the West Ocean was not full of spiritual opportunity. Therefore, in addition to daily cultivation, they also needed to collect fish pearls from the sea and exchange them with the big sects in Dong Hua Continent for some spiritual medicine and precious pills.
As Wang Nanxiao spoke, she took out a jade box from her sleeve and placed it on the table. She pointed at it and said, "This is the Song Hua Fish Pearl."
Zhang Yan looked at the jade box and saw that it was full of shiny jade pearls. They were similar to shell pearls, but they were brighter and had a clear spiritual aura lingering on them.
Wang Nanxiao said, "Fellow Daoist, don't underestimate these fish pearls. They are good materials for refining pills and weapons. Even the flying swords of Shaoqing Sect use them as spiritual medicine. All the sects in Dong Hua Continent are willing to pay a high price for them. These pearls are the best of the best. "
Speaking of this, he looked at Zhang Yan and smiled while stroking his beard. "Although this is the first time I met you, I feel that we hit it off very well. I'll give you this box …
Friend. "
Zhang Yan smiled faintly and said, "Fellow Daoist, if you have something to say, just say it."
Wang Daoren sighed. He knew that he had overstepped his boundaries. He was also helpless. If he wasn't forced to the point of no choice, he wouldn't have acted like this. He could only smile bitterly and tell the reason.
It turned out that they were hiding in this place to cultivate. Although their spiritual vigor was weak, they were able to avoid the troubles in Dong Hua Continent.
However, a few years ago, a demon came and claimed that this place was his training ground. He ordered all the cultivators to leave this place within a month. Otherwise, he would be ruthless.
Wang Nanxiao didn't want to sit still and wait for death. He fought with the demon but was defeated. He barely escaped with his life.
After he came back, he invited his friends to come and help him. He was ready to fight with the demon and decide the ownership of this place.
Half a month had passed. Although many people came, only one person had stepped into the Yuanying Realm. Wang Nanxiao knew how powerful the demon was and was having a headache. When he saw Zhang Yan, he was like a drowning person who found a life-saving thing. He hoped that he could persuade him to come and help.
Zhang Yan listened to him and raised his eyebrows.
There was suddenly a powerful demon in the West Sea. Judging by his means, he was not an ordinary person. It didn't make sense. He first suspected that the Devil's Doctrine's cultivators were behind this.
After thinking for a while, he said, "I don't want a demon to show off here. As a fellow cultivator, I can help, but on one condition."
Wang Nanxiao was overjoyed. As a fellow Yuanying cultivator, he could see that Meng Qi's Gang Cloud had disappeared. He was obviously a Dharmakaya who had reached the Nirvana Realm. With such a cultivation, if he was willing to help, he could save the lives of everyone on the island. He immediately stood up and bowed, "What do you want? Just tell me. Daoren will agree!"
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "I don't need anything else. I just want a painting of Traveling across the Sea. Are you willing to give it to me?"
"A painting of Traveling across the Sea?"
Old Daoist Wang hesitated for a moment. Most of the sects that cultivated on the Mortal Sea had maps of crossing the sea with them. These maps recorded the direction of the water current, the distribution of the islands, the changes in the weather, the strange treasures of the sea, and many other secrets.
If such a secret book was spread, it would be enough to make a sect prosperous.
As for the map of the Xuan Di Island, it took the people of the sect several years to complete it. He was also reluctant to hand it over just like that.
But on second thought, if the demon came here in half a month, even his sect would be taken away. What was the use of keeping the painting?
Thinking of this, he made up his mind and slammed the table, "Okay, Daoren will give it to you."
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