Chapter 146 Zixiao Palace

"And fellow Daoist Qilin, you haven't taken good care of your poor brain in these countless years. A remnant of your soul has hidden in the body of a raccoon cat. Now you still retain the nature of a raccoon cat and are being used by you. How pitiful!"

Hongjun looked at the calico cat on the side.

Kirin?

Yang Jian was shocked. Could this be the First Qilin? Only creatures like the First Qilin were qualified to be called a Taoist friend by Hongjun.

He had previously suspected that the cat was the transformation of the Queen Mother of the West, but he did not expect it to be the original Qilin.

During the Dragon and Phoenix Catastrophe, the conflict between the three tribes led by the Ancestral Dragon, the First Phoenix, and the First Qilin just occurred.

Eventually, the Ancestral Dragon was suppressed under Mount Kunlun, and the First Phoenix fell into hibernation in the Immortal Volcano.

There is no record of the whereabouts of the first Qilin in various historical books, but I never expected to meet it here.

Yang Jian was in a trance when he saw a stream of light coming towards him.

He subconsciously reached out to take it and found it was a tiny object.

When he opened his palm, he saw a crystal clear lotus seed.

"In the third game, there was only the black chess piece that you placed on the board, but now the board was broken and no one could place a piece, so I lost."

Hongjun said slowly.

Yang Jian was excited and was about to clasp his fists to express his gratitude.

"Don't thank me, old Taoist priest. This is the rule here. If you gamble, you must admit defeat. After you leave this room, there is a bronze bell near the wall on your left. Strike it twelve times. After you strike it, the gray fog beside the door will dissipate, revealing the road. You can leave on your own. If you don't strike it, you can forget about leaving."

Hongjun said as he flicked his sleeves, as if he was waving someone away.

"This tea~"

Yang Jian looked at the teapot in Hongjun's hand.

"You are so good after getting an advantage, and you are still thinking about the old Taoist's tea!"

Hongjun looked unfriendly.

Yang Jian slipped out in a hurry.

Looking to the left, I found a bronze bell.

Flowers, birds, fish, grass, mountains, rivers and land are painted on it, and things that look like stars are dotted above.

There were words on it, written in the form of Thunder Cloud Seal. Yang Jian could not fully recognize them, so he relied on his past experience of identifying them through his magic eyes.

He looked at it from all directions and could vaguely make out the word "chaos".

Chaos clock?
A guess flashed through his mind and he felt it was almost certain.

But this thing looks very ordinary at this moment, and there is no trace of its mystery as an innate treasure.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand and pressed it, and found it to be extremely heavy, as if a mountain was lying in front of him. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move it at all.

He punched him hard.

It only made a faint muffled sound, and then there was no movement.

Try injecting magic power to see if it will make a sound automatically.

However, he found that after the magic power was injected, he felt nothing, as if it was an unfathomable black hole.

No matter how hard Yang Jian tried, there was no response at all.

He took out his three-pointed, double-edged sword, transformed it into a handy hammer, and hit it again, but it still remained unmoved.

Yang Jian suddenly realized that with his weak skills, how could he possibly shake the Chaos Bell?

Could it be that the old Taoist Hongjun never intended to let him go?

If not, how could such a difficult problem be posed to him?

After all, the lotus seed he had just lost to Yang Jian was one of the lotus seeds of the Green Lotus of Creation. It was extremely precious, far more precious than the innate spiritual treasures.

After all, there are dozens of innate spiritual treasures in this ancient world, but there are only three lotus seeds of the Green Lotus of Creation.

Yang Jian was so worried about ringing the bell that he even wanted to go back and ask old Hongjun if he was playing a trick on him.

But he didn't dare to act impulsively. After all, he couldn't tell whether Hongjun would attack him in anger and kill him on the spot.

Suddenly, Yang Jian had an idea. He remembered that when he was chopping wood, Fairy Caixia told him that the axe he was holding was called the Axe of Creation.

As an innate treasure as famous as the Chaos Bell, the Axe of Creation should be able to ring the Chaos Bell.

However, two of the three innate treasures were casually thrown away in the courtyard, as if they were rags, which made Yang Jian feel uneasy.

He walked over to where he had been chopping wood and picked up the axe.

He tentatively injected his magic power, and immediately felt it.

I saw the axe begin to emit a faint light, although it was weak.

At least it is better than the Chaos Bell that remained unmoved after being tested for a long time.

Yang Jian held the axe, walked to the Chaos Bell and stood still, pouring his magic power into the Axe of Creation.

The next moment, he suddenly swung his axe. "Buzz~"

When he was swinging the Axe of Creation, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

The sound was so loud that it seemed to come from eternity ago.

"The blue lotus was born from chaos, Pangu was in it, the god in the sky, the saint on the earth!"

Yang Jian's mind was shaken, and he felt a surge of wild aura surging out, and the chaos was split before his eyes.

"Boom~"

A loud and low muffled sound suddenly rang out.

Was it Pangu who created the world, or was it Qinglian who created the world?

This doubt flashed through Yang Jian's mind for no reason.

He had no time to think, he just felt the axe in his hand begin to struggle.

It seemed as if he was not very satisfied with him as a user.

His body suddenly grew in size, revealing a ten-foot-tall Dharma body. He held the Axe of Creation tightly in his hand and chopped down at the Chaos Bell in front of him repeatedly.

Each time more brutal than the last.

However, the traces of mountains, rivers, birds, fish, hundreds of species of creatures, and stars in the sky above the Chaos Bell became brighter and brighter.

It was as if he was gradually becoming excited under the stimulation of the Axe of Creation.

A sense of excitement emanated from the Chaos Clock.

Yang Jian seemed unaware.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

He chopped twelve times in a row, and the Axe of Creation became heavier each time, until finally Yang Jian could no longer hold it and suddenly let go.

But I saw the Chaos Bell in front of me was brightly lit.

The bell rang autonomously, as if repeating the twelve times Yang Jian had struck the bell just now.

Five-colored rays of light illuminate the heavens, and the holy power of chaos shakes the world.

Wait until the flames fade away.

Yang Jian's vision returned to normal.

He was suddenly stunned.

There is no view of a small courtyard in front of me.

A big sun shines high in the sky, and the golden palace in front of us is shining brightly.

Under the shining sun, purple mist rose from the golden palace, condensing around it to form purple clouds.

Yang Jian accidentally inhaled it.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of understanding of the great truth emerging in my heart.

"Hey~ where is this?"

The space between Yang Jian's eyebrows suddenly cracked, and a red eyeball appeared in it. It was the reappearance of the evil eye.

The Demon Eye's voice was curious.

"Didn't we just encounter a crisis in the long river of time and space? How come we are in a different place in the blink of an eye?"

For some unknown reason, the evil eye disappeared after Yang Jian arrived at the courtyard.

He had only heard the voice of Fairy Caixia.

"This is the Zixiao Palace! So that's how it is! In the long river of time and space, how could Daozu not notice you? Zhu Jiuyin's disappearance must be related to Daozu, otherwise you would never see Daozu, and the Zixiao Palace would never appear in the world!"

Fairy Caixia was amazed again and again in Yang Jian's heart.

Just as Yang Jian was about to ask further questions, a shadow suddenly covered him.

When I looked up, I saw Taoist Hongjun standing in front of me, his figure blocking the sunlight.

"My dear, you did a good job. When the bell rings, it's time for tea!"

After Hongjun finished speaking, he looked into the distance.

Yang Jian looked in that direction.

Then a ray of sword energy was seen flying towards the sky and transformed into a young man in a black robe in the air. It was none other than Master Tongtian.

Behind it, a golden lotus and a branch followed closely.

(End of this chapter)