The biting cold spread rapidly, and the desolate land was instantly covered with gray-black frost. In the void, black snowflakes were flying and splashing all over the sky.

The entire Youtu trembled, as if something huge was about to happen!

Pei Ling immediately said in a loud voice: "Reverse!"

The air of death permeated the passage, and the black snow in the sky quickly retreated along the trajectory it appeared.

The true fire of the sun in Pei Ling's eyes disappeared in an instant, and the dark path that was illuminated immediately closed quickly.

At the last moment when this passage was closed, there seemed to be a cold, oppressive, and deadly gaze that instantly penetrated the road of "no return" and glanced at Pei Ling.

In just an instant, the black snow that had just disappeared reappeared in the void, roaring and falling.

The space between heaven and earth was covered with a layer of gray black at the blink of an eye.

The coldness roared, filling the universe.

It was as if the entire area, under this glance, withered and froze, returning to eternal silence!

Pei Ling's expression didn't change at all, and the sword intent all over his body exploded!

Nine streaks of azure green energy rose up behind it instantly, like a bird's screen, instantly crushing the vast black snow in the void, sweeping across the surrounding area, revealing a long and bright sky.

The meaning of Cui Wei's sword is like solitary peaks rising one after another, rising and falling in the green air, standing upright in the universe.

It wasn't until Youtu was completely closed that Pei Ling slowly regained all his aura.

It's the Lord of the Netherworld!

The last time He entered the Netherworld, he passed the road of "no return" and entered the underworld. He fought with Fusang several times, killed the Netherworld messenger, and even discussed the method of punishment with the city lord "Pian Ya" in the Thirteen Cities of the Nether City.

, but from the beginning to the end, the Lord of the Netherworld did not notice him.

But this time, just by photographing a ghost from the air, he was immediately targeted!

Fortunately, he acted quickly enough and had the Immortal Job of "Daylight" in hand. The death energy of the Lord of the Netherworld could not corrode him!

At this time, "Misfortune" finally came back to his senses. He subconsciously looked at Pei Ling, but as soon as his eyes touched the corner of Pei Ling's clothes, he immediately felt a stinging pain in his eyes, and black blood and tears filled his eyes in an instant, flowing along his eyelids.

Tears flowed.

"Misfortune" immediately looked away, feeling extremely shocked. Pei Ling had become an immortal!

Moreover, he is not an ordinary immortal!

Can't look directly at Him!

Sensing the abnormality of "disaster", Pei Ling flicked his robe sleeves and his whole body was immediately covered with a hazy layer of moisture.

His face and breath became extremely blurry in the blink of an eye, and even if they were standing face to face, they couldn't be clearly distinguished.

Immediately afterwards, Pei Ling didn't waste any time and immediately turned his head and looked in the other direction.

His gaze instantly penetrated all the obstacles and saw a gray-robed monk among the bare sand and gravel on the original tidal flat. He was holding a wooden staff, with a chain made of skeletons from many ethnic groups hanging around his neck, and wearing mango shoes. , holding a series of spells, and were exploring the surrounding environment with great caution.

He is the "Long Gaunt" senior of the Reincarnation Tower.

It is daytime now, but the ten-round great sun has been covered by calamity clouds. Therefore, this time "Chang Xian" entered the game and was not instantly burned by the true fire of the great sun like the previous chess pieces.

While thinking about it, Pei Ling took action directly and grabbed "Chang Xian"!

The next moment, "Chang Gaunt", who was using his magic to track the nearby creatures, suddenly felt a sudden spin. It seemed that in an instant, his entire body uncontrollably crossed an extremely long distance.

As soon as his feet landed on the ground, "Chang Gaunt" immediately had energy all over his body, his energy and blood were flowing rapidly, and with the sound of mountains and tsunamis, he was already ready to self-destruct!

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in his ears...

"'Change, senior,' misfortune, senior, I'm waiting for now,

I’m about to set off to climb Jianmu!”

"Seniors Lingyi, Kongmeng, Mogui, Fuqiong, and Zisai are also on this boat."

"This trip is extremely dangerous."

"I also ask the two seniors to rest first and adjust their condition to the best in preparation for a fierce battle!"

"Besides, the order has changed now, and magic can no longer be used."

"Two seniors, remember this!"

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Prehistoric.

The calamity clouds were mighty, covering the sky and the sun. In the dark sky, time passed slowly.

In the center of the entire prehistoric world, there is a majestic giant tree made of nine intertwined vines, with lush branches and leaves, carrying the road to the sky, leading to the Qingming and submerging into the clouds.

The fairy palace is vague in the clouds, and the fairies are playing. There is a strong fairy spirit, which gathers like rain and falls in Zhejiang.

It's Jianmu!

With Jianmu as the center, within a radius of thousands of miles, there are flourishing vegetation, luxuriant water, and natural and earthly treasures everywhere. In the mid-air, there is also fairy energy escaping, and the rays of light are auspicious, stretching across the sky.

At this moment, there are countless flying fairy treasures floating and sinking in the void.

Within each fairy treasure, there is a distant and ethereal meaning lingering, indicating the immortal living inside.

The meaning of perfection spreads in all directions, and it can be called a cloud of immortals!

High in the sky, fairy music is flying all day long.

Accompanied by the solemn and elegant fairy music, from time to time, there are immortals riding chariots, riding cranes, riding unicorns, stepping on auspicious clouds, riding on mist, or turning into rainbows... building themselves on the wood, The lower realm is dusty.

Some immortals came alone, and after going to the lower world, they walked away without staying nearby; some came with several immortals of the same race, advancing and retreating in unison, as if they were coming to this world with a heavy responsibility...

After most of the immortals descended to the lower world, they immediately left quickly and went to other places in the wilderness.

However, a few immortals stopped near Jianmu, as if they planned to stay there for a long time.

...a mountain peak extremely far away from Jianmu.

The strong wind is blowing at the top of the peak, and there are rocks piled up like strange shapes, with no grass growing.

A gray-robed figure stood alone with hands in his hands. His robe was old, and there were many signs of wear and tear on the corners. When the wind blew, his hood fluttered, and at a glance, he saw the face in the shadow, which was completely hidden in the shadow. The dark and misty face seems to be densely covered with ravines and vicissitudes of life, yet it also looks as pure and tender as a baby.

Oldness and childishness seem to appear in his body at the same time, but he is not aware of the contradiction, but is full of indescribable harmony.

The robe hunts like a dance, his eyes are as dark as the sea, unfathomable, the breath spreads across the sky and the earth, like a drop of water blending into the ocean, like the natural and surrounding rocks and isolated peaks that have existed for a long time. They have experienced countless springs and autumns, and are also stained by the boundless spirit.

Wind and frost naturally belong to this world and this universe.

Among the many immortals from Jianmu's lower realm, no one noticed him.

At this time, a gust of mountain wind roared past, and another figure in green robe suddenly appeared beside Him.

As soon as the visitor appeared, the top of the mountain, which was still deserted just now, seemed to have undergone subtle changes in an instant.

The random sand and gravel, the flying dust, and the roaring wind... everything turned into an extremely tiny sword in the blink of an eye.

All the swords were facing the green-robed figure with their hilts, as if they were kowtowing slightly.

The green-robed figure stood quietly, with its long hair disheveled and its green robe like night. It was clearly a human race, but it gave all living beings the feeling of being the head of ten thousand swords and a natural divine sword.

His aura is neither sharp nor overbearing, but it makes the whole world feel slightly solemn for no reason, as if it is fearful, trembling, and afraid of something.

Like a famous sword that is hidden deep, when it is unsheathed, it delivers a shocking blow!

The green-robed figure looked at Jianmu in the distance and said in a cold voice: "How?"
Chapter completed!