Chapter 2679 Lord Fawu

Ancient clouds and stars, hanging sacred mountains.

As the headquarters of the Ancient Cloud Starry Sky Alliance, this is not only the holy land of the Ancient Cloud Starry Sky Alliance, but also the holy land of the entire Yunlan World, full of sacredness.

Jin Wushang took Su Mo, Ling Shang, and Lin Ya to the foot of the Xuankong Mountain. He reported his intention and waited for the message.

"Thirty-six golden palaces and more than three thousand silver palaces!"

Su Mo raised his head and looked at the majestic hanging mountain. The mountain was so huge that more than 3,000 palaces only occupied a small part of the area.

From the outside, there is not much mystery about this mountain, and even the source energy here is only slightly stronger than the Taisheng branch.

However, this is indeed the center of the entire Guyun Starry Sky Alliance.

It was very quiet on the suspended sacred mountain. Except for two guards at the mountain gate at the foot of the mountain, there were only a handful of people on the mountain.

"The thirty-six golden palaces represent the thirty-six lords at the headquarters, and the more than three thousand silver palaces represent the more than three thousand disciples." Jin Wushangren said in a low voice.

"That's it!" Su Mo nodded.

Uh-huh!

At this moment, a figure flew down from the mountain and landed in front of Su Mo and the others.

"Lord Fa Wu invites you!" the visitor said in a low voice.

Jin Wushang lowered his head slightly, then led Su Mo and the others to the Hanging Sacred Mountain, and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.

Jin Wushang is very familiar with Hanging Mountain, because he was once a disciple of the headquarters and stayed here for hundreds of thousands of years.

For hundreds of thousands of years, he practiced diligently under Lord Fawu's sect. It was only when he reached the Supreme Realm of Perfection that he was named one of the chief elders of the Taisheng branch and left the Hanging Mountain.

After moving into the branch, he can no longer freely enter and leave the Hanging Mountain. If he wants to return again, he must reach the realm of creation.

After reaching the Creation Realm, he can immediately become the Lord, return to the headquarters, and dominate the Yunlan World.

Of course, it is still okay to come and pay homage to Master on a regular basis.

The other disciples in the headquarters have the same fate as Jin Wushangren. After any disciple reaches the Supreme Realm of Great Perfection, he will leave the headquarters and work in the branch.

Even Master Liuyun is no exception.

However, Young Master Liuyun is slightly different from other disciples because his father is the Lord and he grew up in the headquarters since he was a child.

However, even so, Master Liuyun had to go through selection when he became a disciple of the headquarters. Otherwise, he would only be the son of the Lord and not a disciple of the headquarters.

From this, we can see the importance of the disciples at the headquarters.

The Ancient Cloud Starry Sky Alliance has tens of thousands of branches and hundreds of millions of disciples, but now the headquarters only has more than 3,000 disciples, which shows the number of disciples in the headquarters.

Every disciple at the headquarters is a peerless genius and an outstanding person, without exception.

Su Mo, Ling Shang and Lin Ya followed Jin Wushang and walked step by step to the top of the suspended sacred mountain. It was the first time for the three of them to come to the headquarters and they felt a little uneasy.

Even Su Mo was very cautious. He could not compete with anyone in Xuankong Mountain.

Even the two disciples guarding the mountain just now, he could not see through the cultivation level. They were probably in the Supreme Realm, and their strength was comparable to the elders of the branch.

After a while, Jin Wushang led Su Mo and the others to the top of the suspended sacred mountain and arrived in front of a golden palace.

This palace seemed to be made of gold. It was not huge, covering an area of ​​no more than a hundred feet in radius and no more than ten feet in height. However, it exuded an aura of contempt for the world.

It was as if this golden palace was the watch of an unparalleled being, towering over all living beings.

In fact, these auras did not exist, but they made Su Mo and the others really feel this way.

"Disciple, take three bad disciples to pay your respects to the master!" Jin Wushang looked solemn, and actually knelt down respectfully, kowtowing to the golden palace.

Seeing this, Su Mo, Ling Shang and Lin Ya looked at each other and knelt down.

Since the master is so respectful, as disciples, they can only kneel down and worship the master who has never been masked before.

"come in!"

After a while, an extremely old voice came from the palace.

This sound contains endless vicissitudes, as if it contains all things in the world, ethereal and profound.

The palace door opened silently.

"Thank you, Master!" Jin Wushang stood up, looked at Su Mo and the others, and then strode into the palace.

Upon entering, there was an empty hall, empty of anything.

Jin Wushang was very familiar with this. He led Su Mo and the others through the main hall and into the depths of the palace.

Deep in the palace, there were rooms one after another, all made of golden metal. Then Jin Wushangren stopped in front of the third room.

Boom! !

There was a dull sound, and the metal door of the room slowly opened. Jin Supreme, Su Mo, Lin Ya, and Ling Shang immediately looked into the room.

This was an ordinary room, about six feet in diameter. There was nothing in it except an old man sitting cross-legged on the floor of the room.

This old man was wearing a brown robe and was extremely old. His snow-white hair fell down and fell directly to the ground, even piled up three feet high.

The old man's face was square, old, and his skin was dull, but his eyes were crystal clear, brighter than those of a ten-year-old boy.

This old man is very old, much older than Jin Wushang.

Jin Wushangren can be considered an old man, with slightly gray hair, but compared with this old man, Jin Wushangren is just a young man.

"Meet the Master." Jin Wushang walked into the room with his waist bent, and knelt in front of the old man. His face was pious. This was absolute respect, not humility.

Su Mo and the others had no choice but to kneel behind Jin Wushang.

The three of them were so angry that they didn't dare to take a breath. This was Lord Fawu, a truly powerful person who defied the heavens, a terrifying existence, and the Lord of the Creation Realm.

Su Mo and the others could not imagine how powerful the Creation Realm was.

Anyway, Jin Wushangren's realm is beyond their ability to pry into, let alone the terrifying existence of the Creation Realm.

"Xian'er, how long has it been since you came to see me as my master?" A smile appeared on Lord Fawu's old face. He had only one disciple in his life, and that was the person in front of him.

"Master, it's been sixty thousand years!" Jin Wushangren said respectfully, Xian'er, this is his nickname, and in this world, only Master calls him this.

Although he is in the Taisheng branch, not far from the headquarters, he has not seen his master in 60,000 years.

The main thing is that he understands that his master has only one goal in his life. He can stay in seclusion for tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years. If there is nothing important, he will not easily disturb him.

"Sixty thousand years, you haven't made much progress!" Lord Fawu whispered.

"Disciple is ashamed!" Jin Wushangren sighed. He had no excuse. He had indeed made little progress in the past 60,000 years.

If you want to enter the realm of creation, you can't achieve it by practicing at all. His state of mind is not enough.

In fact, after all the disciples at the headquarters reach the Supreme Realm of Great Perfection, they will be transferred to the branches to serve, which is also a kind of training for the headquarters.

Only when the state of mind reaches a certain level can one understand the creation and be promoted to the realm of creation.

Otherwise, if you just practice in seclusion and practice until death, you won't be able to reach the realm of creation.

"Are these three little boys your disciples?" Lord Fawu glanced at Su Mo, Lin Ya and Ling Shang and asked with a calm expression.

However, when Lord Fawu glanced at Su Mo, he paused for a moment. Although it only lasted for a blink of an eye, Su Mo still noticed it keenly.

"Did you see my Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

Su Mo's heart trembled slightly. His Hongmeng Purple Qi had merged with the blood all over his body and could not be hidden.

However, this Hongmeng Purple Qi is extremely mysterious. If it is not activated, even he himself cannot feel it, and it should be difficult for outsiders to detect it.

As for the Devouring Soul and several other Souls, they were integrated into the Hongmeng Purple Qi and could not be detected. If not for the connection between his mind and his mind, he would not be able to sense that he had a Soul.

"Yes!"

Jin Wushang nodded, then pointed at Su Mo and the three of them, and introduced them to Lord Fawu one by one: "This is the eldest disciple Lin Ya, this is the second disciple Xuan Qing, and this is the third disciple Wu Shan."

"Meet the Master!"

Su Mo and the three of them bowed deeply to Lord Fawu in unison.

At this moment, the three of them were not too nervous. At present, it seemed that the master was very kind and without any pressure.

"Not bad!" Lord Fawu nodded slightly and did not comment too much.

"Master, the selection for the headquarters will begin in a few days. The disciple brought the three of them here. One is to greet the master, and the other is to ask the master to give them some advice so that they can have a chance to enter the headquarters. "The Supreme Humanity of Gold.

"Okay, I'll teach them for a day. Whether they can enter the headquarters depends on their luck!" Lord Fawu nodded and did not refuse.

For him, there are only endless years of seclusion, and occasionally giving guidance to the juniors is fine. However, whether the juniors can understand it depends on their own destiny.