At this moment, a stream of auspicious treasures rose above the Kunlun Mountains, forming a huge cloud of strange colors. Various phenomena of spiritual herbs and fairy plants inside flashed in a flash, and even if they were far away, they could be seen at a glance.

"That's... Xuanshuang Fantasy Heart, Guangxu Silk, Wuying Qilu, Soul-Eating Fruit..."

Above the green peak, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a black Taoist robe looked at the scene above the Kunlun Mountains, and his heart was beating.

"Elder Ji, isn't there Yujing Mountain?"

Behind the middle-aged Taoist priest, a young Taoist priest said.

"Um?"

When the middle-aged Taoist priest heard this, he held his heart and looked at the direction of the huge clouds with a brilliant light and frowned.

There was exactly the destination of his trip, Yujing Mountain.

...

The red sun sets westward, and colorful clouds are everywhere. Billions of rays of light pour over the earth, and everything is covered with a layer of colorful clouds, like a dream, and the scenery is like a painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy and nostalgic.

The bloody sunset shone out thousands of rays of light, and the light shone on the grasslands, forests, and mountains, making it a beautiful scene.

The phoenix is ​​located under the sycamore tree, and there are a table of rare treasures, all kinds of spiritual fruits, immortal dews, and colorful tangerines that are difficult to find in the world and heavens... are placed one by one.

Eat spiritual fruits, drink the world's best monkey wine, and talk about what they see and gain.

Speaking of which, Zhou Fan has not even understood Dongshengzhou for more than a thousand years, and these people have been to Zhongzhou.

"Did you go to Zhongzhou?"

Zhou Fan jumped, but remembered the great disaster aura that rose from Zhongzhou. To this day, it has penetrated into the heavens of the universe. In Zhou Fan's eyes, Zhongzhou is now a barrel of explosives, and it is possible to explode at any time.

"That's right, we've all gone. Senior brother, do you still remember the Meng family?" Lou Yehua said.

"Meng Family?" Zhou Fan's memory flowed in his mind, but he remembered it.

"Which family is where the Four Spirits Daojun is?"

"That's right!"

"What? They dare to show up!"

Zhou Fan is not a person who holds grudges, but the first time he faces an enemy in his life is a member of the Meng family.

At that time, the six of them had just come down the mountain and met an unknown enemy in the Lou Mansion. Finally, Zhou Fan learned the identity of the visitor from Yu Jingcheng.

"It should have been deliberately attracted to us. They said that they had... a way to wake up my senior sister," Zhen Depang glanced at Tu Mengmei and said.

"It seems that the Meng family is not giving up." A cold light flashed in Zhou Fan's eyes.

"Then let him give up completely!"

...

The wind blows and the fog floats, this is a mysterious small world independent of the world and the heavens.

There are ancient mountains, majestic and continuous. The standing peaks are magnificent and towering into the clouds.

White clouds, like smoke and fog, are floating and lingering around the cliffs.

The mountains are majestic and majestic, with cliffs and dangerous cliffs. The endless forests are vast and the wind is vast. The waterfalls are flying thousands of feet, with a vast momentum and a storm.

Among the steep mountains, there are thousands of ravines and ravines. Countless gurgling streams intersect at the mountain streams, sometimes flowing slowly and sometimes surging with raging waves.

The mountains are lined with green grass and trees, and the scenery is beautiful. The rugged and strange rocks are stacked and arranged in a variety of postures.

The air is fresh and the river is clear. The water surface is like a mirror, sparkling.

The distant mountains and nearby waters are hazy, like a colorful landscape painting.

In the vast mountains, countless wild flowers bloom in competition. The petals are extremely delicate and the colors are bright and dazzling. The strange fragrance drifts away from the mountains and fields, and a beautiful scene of colorful flowers.

The strange rocks of Dan Cliffs, the strange peaks stand tall, the purple air is surging, the strange beasts are hidden, and there are also large areas of green ridges, with mist and mist.

And in such a beautiful scene, in the deepest part, the sky is dim, dark clouds are rolling, and the gray Yuan light is covered, thick, solid, solemn, and solemn.

The strong wind swayed the trees violently. Thunder kept roaring. The heavy rain poured down, and the grass and flowers in the fields were swaying helplessly in the rain. The wet water vapor mixed with the fragrance of plants and trees, drifting away in the air in the distance. The birds and insects cries disappeared into the sound of the rapid rain. Except for the sound of the rain, everything seemed to be silent.

Wherever there is a bone-like building, which seems to represent death, making people desperate, strange and terrifying.

Huge white bones lie in front of them, and the vertebrae that lasted thousands or even tens of thousands of feet long have not rotted for tens of millions of years, and the luster is still the same. This is a huge ancient beast.

In the past, he was killed here, and his bones were sawed into this building complex. There were array flags around him to protect this place.

And at the center of this complex, it seems to be the oldest temple in the world, and the thick black fog can hardly be melted.

The murderous intent that seemed to exist since time immemorial across the world, like silk threads, becoming substance and radiating.

This bone complex is not very large in scale, and it can be said to be very small compared to those magnificent temples.

Although it seems that it cannot accommodate many people, the ancient vicissitudes and murderous aura are far from comparable to other buildings.

The bones are shiny and flowing, and look extremely strange and terrifying.

"The decayed atmosphere of the world is getting stronger and stronger, opportunities are about to begin, and those remnants still exist in the world. Should we get rid of the roots?"

A hoarse voice came out, as if he was old and dismal, as if he would die at any time, leaving the entire palace full of yin energy.

"I have recently come out and have been looking for a small world. If I don't get rid of it, I will suffer." Another yin-like voice sounded, with a decayed atmosphere.

This is a terrifying temple, made of bones, and the ground is covered with the skin of the strongest, which is regarded as a carpet, emitting a bone-bright luster.

"It's just a remnant, what kind of climate can it become?" the aging voice sneered.

The old man had a strange face, and he had lived for many years. He had skin and bones, deep eye sockets, and hair was like weeds, like a fierce ghost.

They had already passed the limit of life span of heaven and earth. Some were older than the age of the ancestor Yuxu, with dry blood, but their combat power was terrifying and boundless, so they could prove the truth by killing.

"Several ancestors have been in the death jail for so many years, but I wonder if there is a breakthrough. If it is really successful, who else will be afraid of in this world!"

"The flesh and blood are almost dry, but the cultivation level is amazing. Before the world changes, it has already reached the sky and the earth. Unfortunately, that step is too difficult to take."

In the bone palace, a few sounds of sound like metal and iron came from.

"It's a pity that Taoist Yuchen will not die for a day, and the ancestors will be afraid and dare not act rashly."

"Destroy the remnants, most of the ancestors will not interfere."

...

At the same time, in the Hongyuan Realm, this world that was directly wrapped by Zhou Fan in an endless sea of ​​blood was at the most root of the world.
Chapter completed!