Chatper 403 (1/2)

Time passed slowly, the surrounding void distorted, ripples burst, and people were sent over one after another.

In just a few minutes, the sky above the lake was full of people, and tens of thousands of people gathered.

Not all of these people came from the giant island, some came from other small spaces.

Just as the purgatory boy guessed, there are many small spaces in the Taixuan Shenfu, and each person appears in a different place after entering the Taixuan Shenfu.

If you are lucky enough to pass through a few small spaces, you will be able to come to the main space, and if you are unlucky, you will have to pass through a few or even a dozen small spaces.

And if the luck is further behind, they will die in various small spaces.

"where is this place?"

"Looks safe, let's walk around."

"Don't walk around, who knows if there is any danger here."

There was a lot of noise in the audience, and everyone didn't act rashly after coming here, but people who were familiar with each other quickly formed a team, so it was much safer to explore this space.

If Yang Xuan were here at this moment, he would have found that there was Chen Hanlin from the Yin and Ghost Sect among the crowd, and there were also many warriors from the Wuji Demon Sect and the Blood Demon Sect.

In short, the masters are like clouds, and the lowest cultivation base also has the sixth heaven of the heaven and human realm.

"I have seen Elder Chen!"

Changsun Yan was originally alone, and when he saw the appearance of the warrior from the ghost gate, he immediately flew over and bowed to Chen Hanlin, who was headed by him.

"Don't be too polite."

Chen Hanlin's face was calm, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He was deeply afraid that Zhang Sunyan would encounter the black-robed boy in Taixuan Divine Palace.

"Elder Qi, that black-robed boy..." Changsun Yan hesitated.

"Have you seen him!?" Chen Hanlin was surprised.

"I see." Zhang Sunyan's face was gloomy, and he said fiercely: "That kid has changed his face. His real identity is Yang Xuan."

"Yang Xuan?" Chen Hanlin was taken aback for a moment, then his face suddenly turned cold, "You mean Yang Xuan of the Sword God Palace?"

"It's him." Zhangsun Yan nodded, his eyes shimmering with cold light.

"Where is he now?"

"Just in this space."

"He won't leave if there is a way to heaven, but he wants to break in if there is no door to hell. Very good, the old man will let him come in if he has a life, but go out if he has no life, and he will die without a place to be buried."

"He is carrying an artifact flying boat. If the elder wants to deal with him, he must kill him with one blow."

"The old man understands that this time, the little beast will not be allowed to escape."

...

The lake is rippling with blue waves and a vast area. It flew two or three hundred miles. The environment ahead changed greatly. A sculpture stands on the top of the distant mountain, which is a hundred feet high, connecting the heaven and the earth, magnificent and majestic.

Although they were far apart, Yang Xuan could still see clearly.

It was a sculpture of a middle-aged man, with well-defined features, clear outlines, and lifelikeness.

He is dressed in a long robe and tall, like a supreme god's mansion, which makes people involuntarily awe.

Yang Xuan watched carefully and said bluntly: "This person should be the real Taixuan."

The sculpture is towering into the sky, and it does not exude the slightest vitality, but just by the momentum, Yang Xuan knows that it is the real Taixuan.

Taixuan Zhenren, mysterious and powerful, with a combat power that is against the sky, and can be compared with the war king Yi Wuya.

According to historical records, it has been hundreds of thousands of years since the real Taixuan disappeared. Although he has not been seen today, Yang Xuan is also very excited to have a glimpse of his sculpture.

"Boy, there is a person under the sculpture!" The purgatory boy suddenly said.

"Oh, who?"

Yang Xuan did not expect that there would be people under the sculpture, which is very surprising. After all, to come to this space, one must pass through many small spaces full of dangers. It can be said that there is no great perseverance, great luck, and extraordinary cultivation. With strength, it is impossible to come here.

"It's somewhat similar to you." The purgatory boy said again.

"Really!?" Yang Xuan was surprised and delighted. Not surprisingly, the person under the sculpture must be his father, Yang Tian.

"That person should be your father. Not to mention that he is here so soon, and he has obtained the inheritance of Taixuan Zhenren, which is really amazing!" The purgatory boy tsk tsk praised.

"If you have a father, you will have a son. My talent is extraordinary, and my father's talent will not be bad."

Yang Xuan smiled proudly, then, he thought of something, and asked, "Wait, are you sure that there is only my father under the sculpture!?"

"It can't be wrong." The purgatory boy was sure.

"What's going on, isn't my father with my mother?"

Yang Xuan frowned, and asked through voice transmission: "Uncle Fu, are you sure my father is with my mother?"

"Master, have you found the master!?" Fei Tianzhou, Yang Fu couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"I found it, but... I didn't see my mother..." Yang Xuan sighed softly.

"Your mother, sigh, it's better for the young master to ask the master in person." Yang Fu's words were vague, and it seemed that there was something unspeakable.