Chapter 437: Panlong leaps

After the flash of light in front of him, Luo Yang clearly felt that a force of transmission broke out from the outside world. Although it was not as long-distance as the transfiguration, it was also mysterious.

Although the sea in the inner sea is wide, the spar mine capable of producing sea spar is rare. Even in the Twelve Gates, the Zongmen, which has a spar mine, is only a minority.

Just as Luo Yang’s heart sinks, the temper of a spiritually natural temper is swept away from him, as if he is exploring something. It was only when this was just in contact, the mask on Luo Yang’s face flashed a faint light, making it difficult for the gods to find out.
"Strange, although this is powerful, but there is no such thing as a fascinating spirit. It seems that there is a lingering entanglement. This wooden door is really weird..."
Feeling the volatility of the spirit of the spiritual world, Luo Yang’s heart moved slightly. Before he continued to think, the light suddenly burst into the light. After opening his eyes, he saw it. The sight seen in front of you.
I saw that under the transfer of the power of transmission, Luo Yang was already in a mountain range at the moment, and at the end of Luo Yang’s eyes, it was a narrow valley with a valley at the mouth of the valley. There is a house in the house. Before the house, it is obvious that a famous monk is sitting, like what is guarding.
"Here is the spar mine..." After the eyes swept over, Royan’s mouth whispered.
Compared with the outside world, the aura between the mountains is much richer, especially in the depths of the valley. The rich aura of the heavens and the earth has reached a horrible level, even when viewed from afar. A cyan glow is shining.
Just as Luo Yang looked around, a rainbow came from the house in front of the valley. In the twinkling of an eye, he reached Luoyang’s front and turned into a gray robe old man, looking sharply toward Luo Yang. .
"This place is the forbidden place of Muximen. Who are you dare to swear!"
After the eyes swiftly swept away from Luo Yang, the old man in the gray robe was cold and shouted in his mouth.
"Half-step spirit..."
After perceiving the volatility of the old man in the gray robe, Luo Yang’s heart passed a trace of surprise, but on the surface it did not reveal any points, but instead revealed a nervous look.
"In the next Song Qingyun, the guest in the wooden door, was ordered to guard the spar mine here." When Luo Yang shook his fist toward the old man, his right hand waved slightly, and the white token left and flew out.
After seeing the white token, the look of the old man in the gray robe gradually eased, and his eyes repeatedly looked at Luo Yang several times. The face of the blood can be worn on Luo Yan’s face, and even the spiritual knowledge of Lingtian can’t be seen, let alone the gray-robed old man.
After a while, the old man in the gray robe slowly recovered his gaze, and the volatility of the repair was gradually dispersed.
"Old man Zhou Shufan is the second elder in Muximen. If you are a patriarch, please come with me."
After Zhou Shufan said a faint sentence, he turned and walked toward Taniguchi. After Luo Yang took the white token back, he followed him and walked closer to the valley.
At the mouth of the valley, a wide plaza was opened. On the square, many monks took the practice and practiced as the lowest person. They have also reached the late stage of Lingtai, and there are even some Danyang. Late monks.
Seeing Zhou Shufan coming with Luo Yang, these famous monks have clenched their fists, but Zhou Shufan did not pay any attention to it. He took Luoyang through the square and entered the valley.
I saw behind the narrow valley mouth. In addition to the scattered houses, there were many caves built by the mountains. Zhou Shufan took Luo Yang to one of the caves before he stopped.
"You will live in this cave house in the future. I will wait until the town is here. But the location of this spar mine is very hidden, and there is a guardianship of the law. Therefore, there will be no other outsiders in the weekdays, just pay attention to the spar. Yes."
After explaining a few words to Luo Yang casually, Zhou Shufan turned and left the cave house. Although other gods in the surrounding caves were scattered, they were only swept away, and they quickly dispersed. No one was there. In the arrival of Italian Luoyang.
After watching Zhou Shufan leave, Luo Yang did not immediately enter the Dongfu, but slowly walked in this valley and looked around.

It’s the place where the spar is hidden. It’s just the terrain of this dragon’s leaping, which is enough to compare with a spiritual world!
After looking at the whole valley, Luo Yang’s eyes brightened. A ray of light.
Unlike the general monks, Luo Yang has mastered the mysterious stonehenge in his hands. It is only a rough sweep, and it is already obvious that this place is extraordinary.
"According to the record on Hengshi, the top of the Panlong sneak peek, it is best to contain the spar, and only need a little change, you can exert great power!" Luo Yang looked at the valley in front of him. I remember the record of the topography in my mind.
For any monk who practices the technique of spar, the more it is in the extraordinary terrain, the more terrifying it is, even if it can find those legendary terrains, it is enough to make people fly in the sky. Fairy!
"If the terrain of this place is mobilized, even if it does not condense the second Danyang, I will be able to defeat the strong man of the spiritual world, and even ... can kill it!"
After the eyes flashed slightly, Luo Yang pressed the heat in his heart, and when the red light flashed in his eyes, he quietly ran up the fairy.
Under the technique of Xianxuan, everything in the valley has changed. In addition to the rich aura, the spar buried everywhere is clearly reflected in Luo Yang’s eyes. Even at his own feet, Luo Yang also notices To the existence of the sea spar.
"I didn't think that the spar in this spar mine is so rich..." After seeing the sea spar in the valley, Luo Yang's face flashed a trace of surprise.
But when he was surprised in Luo Yang's heart, a weak wave suddenly emerged from the depths of the valley and fell into his eyes.
"this is……"
Feeling the undulations in the depths of the valley, Royan's look moved, his eyes gazed toward the end of the wave.
I saw in the depths of the valley, in the densely packed sea crystal, sitting on a plate like a dead old man, the old man’s body is like a dry corpse, there is no life, the whole body is entangled, as if It has already fallen. Only a smashing machine that floated from time to time revealed that he was still alive.
"Lingtianjing... He is the ancestor of Mujia!" After the eyes swept over the old man, Luo Yang’s face showed the color of enlightenment.