A remote corner of the southwest of China.

The number of people living here all year round is not very large. However, there are many people who come here to visit.

When you are always in the place where you live, you will feel that the outside air is sweet. In fact, it's just an excuse to give yourself an excuse to release stress in an unfamiliar environment.

There are many mountains here, not to mention 100,000 mountains, but if you count them carefully, you will really be innumerable.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the decoration and decoration of the sun and wind and frost become fascinating!

In a depression deep in the mountains, some people live. These people are dressed in uniform and play with all kinds of weapons in their hands. Obviously, this is no ordinary farmer.

An old man with gray hair walked out of a room he hadn't stepped out of for several years and came to the middle of the courtyard.

He looked up at the sky in the distance. The eyes are slightly cloudy, and they are slightly closed because the light is too strong. He frowned, the brown spots on his face showing the signs of age.

"Could this be the legendary catastrophe of heaven and earth, the secret of the Holy Land?"

The old man was full of people standing next to him, but no one dared to answer!

He turned his head to look around, sighed, and went back into the room. After a long time, a sentence came out of it, and the sound of this voice surrounded the entire depression and did not disperse for a long time!

"All the disciples listen to the order, practice diligently, and respond to the robbery!"

The old man left, leaving the disciples looking at each other. They responded with a "yes", and then dispersed in twos and threes, and continued to practice their skills!

Northwest of China, where the Tianshan Gate is located.

Master Fang has been in retreat since he came back last time.

At this time, looking at the vision of the direction where the Holy Heaven Pavilion was located, he couldn't help but frown.

"What the hell is going on? Is it really like what the old people say? The Holy Land, in fact, is a place for the suppression of evil?"

Fang Zhou Zi muttered to himself, holding a yellowed book of stories in his hand. Many of the chapters of the book have been torn off, and the font on the remaining pages is a little blurred.

"All the disciples listen to the order, practice diligently, and prepare for the catastrophe!"

Fang Qing was holding a large bowl of noodles in his hand. This lasagna is made by his own hands. Pork oil is then topped with green onion and ginger, and the next bowl of noodles like this is delicious.

Suddenly, when he heard Master's command, he was about to get up, and the bowl in his hand tilted slightly, and he almost spilled the noodles on the ground.

"Yes! Oh, my face!"

Fang Qing swore that he couldn't help but shout this sentence at all.

The group of disciples looked at this senior brother with a serious expression in a daze. They blinked their mouths, their eyes staring directly at the face in Fang Qing's hand.

After a while, Fang Qing found that Master really didn't react.

Sou!

The disciples clearly saw the noodle soup that was spilled in the air, and at the same time, they also smelled the residual fragrance floating in the air!

The next moment, a group of people rushed towards Fang Qing's house without looking back!

The same situation is happening in many parts of China.

Kunlun, Emei, Wudang, Shennong Valley, etc., which are only used as tourist places on weekdays, have suddenly appeared on the top of the high mountains.

The figures seemed to appear out of nowhere. They looked almost in the same direction, hesitated, and then disappeared again.

Tourists never get to the actual summit of the mountain, and naturally they don't see such a sight. They also take photos at what they think is the "top of the mountain" and use their cameras to seal their memories.

No one can see such a picture, at least not these ordinary citizens.

Jiang Wen and Jiang Wu sat in wheelchairs. They conditioned their bodies in the same way as Chu had done before.

In the meantime, they've recovered well. It was only according to Jiang Wu's previous experience that Jiang Wen continued to sit in a wheelchair and refused to get down.

Just as the vision of the Holy Heavenly Pavilion appeared, the two of them looked up at the sky almost at the same time. They took out a copper plate full of gossip images. The compass turned back and forth, and Jiang Wu read the words.

After a while, he looked at Jiang Wen with a look of horror in his eyes!

"The vision is present, and the holy relics are out!"

Jiang Wen said softly, but he was a little worried about his son-in-law.

In the distant desert, a homeless man walks barefoot on the Gobi Desert. His clothes were in tatters, and there were even wolf tooth marks on them!

The homeless man's skin was cracked, his lips were bloodshot, his hair was unkempt, and there was a lot of black mud hidden in his fingernails. It's all a sloppy look.

Suddenly, he stopped, and his originally godless eyes suddenly lit up. He looked in a certain direction in mid-air, where the Holy Heavenly Pavilion was.

"You can't be the one you made, right? No! How can you be more perverted than me? Looks like you've found them. Wait for me, you don't want to be beaten to death before I come!"

The homeless man muttered a few words, the corners of his mouth rising but tearing the wound on his lip even wider. Blood flowed down the crack in his lips, and was licked directly by the homeless man's tongue.

In the land of China, thousands of deep mountains, flat land, mounds, and caves. Many of them looked at the sky and went back to where they were, as they had done before.

They didn't go to the Eucharistic Pavilion, they just quietly watched the celestial phenomena on the periphery, and naturally they didn't know what really happened to the Holy Heavenly Pavilion.

At this time, the Holy Heavenly Pavilion no longer had the appearance of the prosperous fairyland of the past.

Shengqingzi, Shengge, Mei Jinxuan, Zihan, and the four of them were all covered with blood.

Directly in front of them, a huge monster was bleeding constantly. Its blood is red, no different from human blood, except that it tastes a little too fishy.

The ground was littered with severed arms and stumps. Just looking at the costumes, you can tell where these people are coming from.

Shengtian Pavilion, Ziwei Pavilion, Plum Blossom Seventy-two Caves. These loyal disciples of the Holy Land have fulfilled their mission. They are not worried about what may happen in the future, because they themselves exist to come to this day!

Sheng Qingzi, Sheng Ge, Mei Jinxuan, and Zi Han looked at their companions on the ground, they were so remorseful for a while! I knew that this thing on the other side was so ferocious, why bother to let this disciple give his life here in vain!

Under their tough attitude, the remaining disciples of the Three Holy Lands finally hid behind. They still retain a certain amount of combat effectiveness, present a battle formation, and are always ready.

"I'm afraid that with our strength alone, it will be difficult to kill this thing! how can such a thing exist? This is also different from the content left behind by the Book of Inheritance!"

Zihan really didn't want to say something discouraged. However, what is presented to them is really beyond people's understanding!

"Maybe this is Jiaolong, right? I really don't know that such a thing really exists in this world!" Sheng Qingzi sighed.

"I think that guy probably knows these things! Although he is younger than all of us, he does know these things best! After all, he has the breath of that person in him!"

The sound of the chant is extraordinarily clear, like the sweetest spring in the world, moistening people's hearts and lungs!

"yes, there's the breath of that man on him! I just don't know if he's still alive!"