With the blessing of countless legends, I don’t know how many practitioners have attracted, and even ancient immortals and Buddhas…

"Don't be careless in this journey. Everything must be done according to the order!"

Hei Baizi glanced at the disciples and his expressions were solemn, and all the masters of Gan Gang bowed to respond.

"Ji Lei Mountain is not far away. Please go down and prepare. This trip is difficult. Don't be stingy with magic weapons and talismans. Don't be afraid of damage. You will have your own sect to repair it!"

Han Jun said in a deep voice.

"yes!"

The disciples returned one after another.

"Jilei Mountain has become a place of attention, but I wonder what the leaders of you have to do?"

Han Jun glanced at Heibaizi.

Although both of them are not favored by their respective sects, Hei Baizi's status is obviously much higher than that of himself and is also familiar with all kinds of secrets.

"It's done secretly, Brother Han, don't blame me."

Hei Baizi looked motionless, still shaking his head:

"No matter what kind of backup plan you have, it has nothing to do with us. We just pretend that there is nothing and just do it."

“Haha~”

Han Jun smiled and didn't laugh, and he didn't say anything else.

Although the two talked for a few words, the speed of Gangang's giant ship escaped was so fast. After a moment, Jilei Mountain was visible to the naked eye.

"So many people?"

Even though he had expected it, Hei Baizi couldn't help frowning at this time.

The towering sacred mountain stands tens of thousands of miles away. Its mountain is huge and covered by fog, making it difficult to see the lineup. And at the foot of the mountain, there are cities.

And, battleships and fairy boats.

At a glance, there were dozens of people with aura that were not as powerful as two people, even less powerful than the other, not even hundreds or thousands!

even……

"There is a master of great powers!"

"More than one great master of magical powers!"

Hei Baizi and Han Jun looked at each other at the same time, and both saw the fear in each other's eyes.

The great master of supernatural power is rare in all realms. Even though Gan Gang is called the first realm of the ten tribulations, in fact, besides the ten masters of supernatural powers, there are only a few masters of supernatural powers.

Among these more than ten people, only half of them are from tough backgrounds in the sense...

And in this mountain of thunder, only two people felt that there were no less than three great masters of magical powers...

"It's not good!"

The black and white scimitar's eyelids twitched slightly, and they noticed that something was wrong.

Although Jilei Mountain is famous, in the sky and sea of ​​heaven and sea, there are so many fairy mountains and blessed lands like cow hair. Why shouldn’t there be so many great masters of magical powers gathering?

"I'm afraid there's something big..."

The two looked at each other, stepped into the void at the same time, leaving the instructions that the disciples would keep their ships in absent lightning, and then came to the foot of Jilei Mountain.

At the foot of Jilei Mountain, there are several majestic cities with a sense of time, and at a glance they have a history of at least hundreds of years.

But at this moment, these cities are not very lively, and even a little deserted.

"Two more!"

Hei Baizi looked up and saw a middle-aged man sitting and drinking in a desolate expression in his expression, with a bit of indifference in his expression.

"I don't know what to call this fellow Taoist?"

Han Jun bowed slightly.

Those who practice to the eight extremes can be called a giant in Gangang or any other world.

Even if the world is not considered a practice in the qi cultivation, the Eight Extreme Masters who have been cultivated in a purely level are only a few.

But at this moment, he realized that there were more than ten positions, all of whom were the real Eight Extreme Lords!

"nameless."

The middle-aged man didn't raise his eyelids, so he took a pseudonym:

"Where did you come from? You are not born in Tianhai, are you?"

"Gan Gang, Hei Baizi, Han Jun."

Hei Baizi looked at each other and reported their names.

In order to prevent the art of curse and killing, most practitioners rarely obtain real names, and the two of them are no exception.

Hei Baizi, Han Jun was their pseudonym.

"Gan Gang? It seems to be heard a little. Judging from the expressions of you two, it seems that they are quite famous?"

The down-and-out middle-aged man who claimed to be nameless muttered, and then ignored the two of them.

"I dare to ask fellow Taoist, why is this city so deserted?"

Hei Baizi and his wife didn't care about the middle-aged attitude.

Although the Gangang Realm is famous, there is no world known to everyone in the world, except for the Heaven and Sea Realm.

"How many brave people dare to stay here like you and me gather here?"

Wuming laughed:

"In more than eighty years, those who can escape from these cities have already escaped, and those who cannot escape will naturally not dare to show up..."

"this……"

Black and white skull frowned slightly.

The Gangang practice world has ruled the world for millions of years. Under the rules of the ten great immortals, the two get along well.

I didn't expect that Tianhai would actually...

"Fellow Daoist..."

"It's open!"

Hei Baizi wanted to ask something, but he saw that the nameless middle-aged man suddenly dropped the wine gourd and soared into the sky.

"Um?!"

The two looked up.

But we saw hundreds of rainbow lights rising from the cities and warships, and flew towards the Jilei Mountain where the mist was gradually dissipating.

"Jilaishan has only opened the front line for twenty years. If you miss today, you have to wait for another twenty years!"

Hearing the voice of the middle-aged man in his ears, the expressions of Hei Baizi and his two people changed slightly, and they didn't care about the truth or falsehood of this matter.

As the practitioners in the city sank into the scattering mist.

In just a few moments, the cities that had already had some sounds were as cold as ghost towns.

"Why doesn't this fellow Taoist move?"

In the teahouse in a corner of the city, Yang Yu looked at Jilei Mountain lightly, and a sound of surprise came from his ears.

"Didn't you move?"

Yang Yu fell down the tea cup

In the small teahouse, there were three people who had never followed the practitioners in the city and were one of them.

He has a slender body and a tall and tall belt, and is quite elegant. At this moment, he is playing with a small seal and looking at another person:

"Why don't fellow Taoists move?"

"Seeing that you don't move, I haven't moved either. Why, can't you?"

The voice was as loud as a bell. He was a giant man with a strong body and a height of about a foot. His face was slightly yellow and his eyes were like a bronze bell:

"What do you call a certain family of gold and copper? "

"It's easy to say."

The middle-aged man who was playing with Xiaoyin smiled slightly, looked at the back of Yang Yu's head, and his eyes were deep:
Chapter completed!