Devouring The Heavens

"You..." Huang Yuechan almost didn't get angry.

"Okay, childlike words, Mochou, a child, what do you really do with her, go away." Xuanyuan said indifferently.

"Oh, okay, Xiaojun, come with me." Upon hearing Xuanyuan's words, Huang Yuechan's face immediately changed, and she was so happy that she thought Xuanyuan wanted to marry Mochou. A little yellow girl with a bad smelly milk will be fine.

Mo Chou didn't say much, and it was inappropriate to know what to say. She just held Xuanyuan's arm, clinging to Xuanyuan, and accompanied her all the way.

Soon after, Xuanyuan and his entourage came to a fairy mountain.

This fairy mountain is simple and natural, with beautiful mountains and rivers and pleasant scenery. Since the entire fairy mountain is filled with the air of the sun, it will reflect each other with the sun above the nine days. Any ghosts and spirits will be soulless here, and they will not be born forever Unable to resist the righteousness of Confucianism in this fairy mountain, this mountain is called Rushan.

Just when Xuanyuan and his party arrived at Rushan, he saw a child greet him, with light and elegant movements, his feet stomped in the air, walking on the ground, and his strength. He said to Xuanyuan: "If you come, you must be swallow The descendants of Saint Emperor, Xuanyuan, right?"

The little boy had white hair and was less than one meter tall. He held a whisk and was stubborn, and made a gesture towards Xuanyuan.

"Exactly." Xuanyuan and all the others were reciprocated and did not dare to neglect.

"Several ancestors have already explained that if you come, they will take you to the eight-step bridge. If you can walk, they will see you." Xiao Tong said seriously.

"Oh? Okay, that trouble leads the way." Xuanyuan smiled slightly, these eight old men are really interesting, seeing them have to cross the bridge, is there a hidden mystery in this bridge?

Xuanyuan didn't say much. When he came to Xianshan, Mochou, a lot of money, and Huangyuechan didn't talk much anymore, they also heard about'Yangdao Eight Immortals'. , But they all inherited the heritage passed down by their ancestors.

Under the guidance of the child, a group of people walked through the jungle, crossed Lingxi, over the mountain, and finally came to the top of Rushan, with a sky bridge in front of them.

"Master Xuanyuan, this is the Eight-step Bridge, and the other shore is where the several ancestors live. Please!" As soon as the little fairy tale fell, he stepped aside and said nothing more.

Xuanyuan looked away. It was eight slabs of stone suspended underneath. There were huge cliffs underneath. They were suspended in midair, motionless and steady like Mount Tai.

Each suspended stone slab is unpretentious and ancient, and the stone carvings on it have long been blurred, but Xuanyuan can still feel the unpredictable power in it.

He looked to the other side, it was a simple cottage, like a small mountain village, there were eight in total, presumably'Yang Dao Ba Xian' lived in it.