With the help of the weapon forged by the Nine Heavens Gangfeng, it collapsed, and little by little the fine blue light fell, and then suddenly expanded, turning into an extremely strong wind, which was originally shrouded in countless clouds, ethereal, at this moment, I don't know how many years it has been backlogged, or how many tens of thousands of years of clouds have been blown away by the wind.

Feng Xuan's body was stiff and unable to move.

And Changliu had already lowered his head with a pale face.

Feng Xuan is an innate god, although his personality is under Fei Lian, but he is still on the unattainable line of snow, and he is just a staff member on the side of this innate god, cultivating some mana, but when he touches the edge of the real immortal, he will remember it forcibly, and at this moment he has already been shocked by this sudden change scene, and he is at a loss.

Just stiffly lowered his head, and countless clouds around him overflowed and flowed, just like the topography of the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou, some of them were undulating, some were surging, and some were deeply sunken, and Changliu's eyes suddenly froze, and he saw that under the clouds, there were actually hard and gentle stone slabs, engraved with some pictures and words.

This is not a gimbal, not an ordinary house in the clouds.

Instead, it was built strictly according to some ancient etiquette, and even the ground was paved with such masonry by various means, which was on the clouds, he subconsciously raised his head and saw that the house, which was originally congested with all kinds of things, became empty and lonely at the moment.

The whole picture is in the bottom of the eye.

It's not a house deck at all.

It is a palace that is quaint and vast in vicissitudes.

Changliu's face turned pale little by little.

He suddenly remembered a story written on a broken scroll.

That even happened in the years before the name of the primeval era......

........................

The palm of the hand was gently wiped on the stone tablet, even if it was a rare stone, after hundreds of thousands of years of polishing, it was already a little rotten, not to mention that the owner of the hand was astonishing enough to resist the mountains and run, and a lot of dust fell at the moment.

The monk in a gray monk's robe and carrying a long sword looked thoughtfully at the stone tablet.

The word wind was vaguely recognizable on it.

The shape of the stele is not so much quaint? It's better to say that it's crude and primitive.

But the crudeness and primitiveness of the shape did not damage the vastness and heaviness that this stone tablet should have? Is that a truly sincere craftsman carved with his hands, time and life? Even if it has been tempered by the years? But some things still survive.

It is said that this stele was hidden in the belly of the mountain, when it was carved? It's okay on the outside, but it's almost only a kid on the inside? Can't fully move your palms? The carver hid in it, carved little by little, and when he finally came out, he was deformed, and finally died here.

A small mausoleum next to it? It's already empty.

The sword monk folded his hands and bowed? Even if he doesn't understand the other person's behavior, it doesn't prevent him from respecting the other person.

It's just a pity that the stele is not well protected, so it was exposed in the wilderness, or it was once well protected, after all, this is rumored to be a treasure land where the legendary Tianfeng Country has been inherited? It's just that the wind is in turmoil, and there is no guard here? The monks who were supposed to be guarding took the treasures enshrined here.

After that, it seems that a few more waves of thieves looted, and then abandoned the stele here.

How many did he and his disciple Yan Tianhua say goodbye to the land that day? Along the way here, some diaspora people were protected on the way? Took some time? In the end, there was an old man with white hair among those people? I used to be on an errand here, and when I heard that they were going to come to this place where it was rumored to have the Dao of the Wind God Niangniang, I volunteered to lead the way.

At the moment, I was in front, while walking, I sighed in my mouth and said something about the Heavenly Wind Country to get the Taoist system of the Wind God Niangniang, but now it is a mess, and those monks and masters who behaved as if they were pious in the past, the dignitaries and nobles were all scattered, like monkeys on the tree, and the tree had not yet fallen, so it dispersed in a hurry.

The sword monk slowed down, separated from the old man in front of him a little distance, looked at the disciple who seemed to have lost his soul, his lips moved slightly, and the voice only sounded in Yan Tianhua's ears, and said, "Can you understand these words?" Yan Tianhua was dazed, nodded, shook his head again, and finally saw the long sword behind the sword monk, the Adam's apple moved up and down, and said vaguely: "I can barely understand." ”

The sword monk frowned and said, "What is the text engraved on it?"

“...... One, a story?"

"Story?"

“...... Yes, stories. ”

..................

It was really just a story.

Because it is written on it, the era in which this happened, even in the history of gods and demons known to Yan Tianhua, belongs to an extremely distant era, not a million years from now, but also 800,000 years, and the above story should start from that sunny day.

In the first times, all things grew naturally, the sky was high, and the earth was warm to all things.

The stars were bright and could already interfere with fate, and the first beings treated the sky, the earth, and the stars respectfully, including the bright moon and the great sun, believing that these were the greatest beings who dominated the fate of the heavens and the earth, and offered their own piety and various rituals.

But at that time, there was another awakened god, who was dissatisfied with what he had gained too little, and was angry, and the beings still thought that he was far from the level of heaven, earth and stars, but was at the end, and that sunny day treated him with the most ordinary rituals, completely angered him, and then something happened that no one expected.

He intervened.

And as soon as he made a move, he could easily cover the sky, cover the sun, cover the bright moon, and even wave his sleeve robe, he could envelop the stars in the sky, isolate the sky from the earth, so that the sky could not see the beings on the ground, and the creatures on the earth could not see the sky.

The creatures were terrified and frightened, sometimes calling them the Eclipse King, sometimes calling them 'the Lost Sun'.

The god was moody, and if at first he was just showing his anger, but gradually he got lost in the omnipotent and intimidating mood of heaven and earth, and continued to perpetuate this anger, and he took pleasure in it, and he was able to completely separate the heavens from the earth, and the creatures of the earth lost their stars and could not discern their directions, and without the great sun, the earth gradually became dead and cold.

He flowed and collided, creating thunder, rain, and storms, and He went forward, and the storm was pulling around, and the thunder was His attendant, and the rain was held and worshipped by Him, and even the fate of the legend was changed......

Then there are the words that have been blurred by the years.

Yan Tianhua's voice paused, and the story continued.

The Eclipse King's temperament was so angry that even the gods finally felt that something was wrong.

Because He is able to cover everything, the heavens cannot look at the earth, many creatures on the earth have lost their vitality, and the stars are isolated from the outer side of the world, and He is equivalent to forcibly restraining the gods with his own strength, and even when he is at his strongest, even death cannot look at the earth, and the creatures of the earth are dead but not dead, and they are filled with the air of corruption and death.

At that time, the three thousand worlds, only under the heavy gaze, thunder and storms revolved wantonly in the sky, and torrential rain sprinkled on the beings who had reached the end of their lives, but because of the obscuration of fate, they could not return to heaven and earth.

This time all the gods were furious.

They fought against the Eclipse King, and the thunder struck the rocks of the mountains, and the power of the earth collided to give birth to flames, and the rain fell to the earth and turned into water, and the waters gathered together to form an ocean, and finally ...... Here is another blur, it seems to be a name, Yan Tianhua's voice paused, crossed over, and continued to read.

In order to prevent sentient beings from being injured by mistake, the unknown existence agreed to bet three times with the Eclipse King.

If the Heavenly Eclipse Monarch loses, he will be imprisoned in one place for 300,000 years.

The Eclipse King had become more and more arrogant, and perhaps for some other reason, he agreed.

The first game is more than power.

The one who chose was an ordinary mortal, and he wanted to make that mortal take off his coat with his own ability, the power of the Heavenly Eclipse King was extremely powerful, but whether it was his attendant thunder or the wind, it made the mortal almost frightened to death, holding himself to death, but a ray of light could make his whole person relax.

Even if you're an Eclipse Monarch, there's something you can't do, isn't it?

This sentence seems to be engraved on the stone tablet with regret and laughter.

The second is more vast.

But the more the Eclipse King shows his vastness, the more depressed those creatures feel, he loses to the stars, the vastness of the starry sky, set off the boundless sky, compared to the vastness of the sky, but he is hidden in the heaven and earth is more inducing reverie, after all, he can only give people great pressure.

Even if you're the Eclipse King, you're not the most vast in the world, are you?

Not even comparable to the heart and eyes of mortals.

This is also the words engraved on the stone tablet.

Two wins in three games, and there is no need to compare the third game, but the existence of the invitation insists on comparing, and it takes thousands of years to invite the gods of heaven and earth to help, create a token, and solemnly hand it over to the Eclipse King......

You're definitely unwilling to lose, you don't want to stay in one place, and you vow not to go out again.

But it doesn't matter, if you look at it slowly, you will definitely understand what I mean and know that you have gone in the wrong direction in the past.

The world has its own grand view.

When the time comes, I will go and see you personally.

At that time, you must have lost willingly.

Yan Tianhua couldn't read it anymore, what was recorded was too absurd, and in the absurdity, it revealed the primitive vastness, his fingers slid down the stone tablet, and then his body suddenly stiffened, there were nicks where his fingers touched, but his eyes couldn't see the words.

And the sword monk has frowned slightly, what is written on the stele is obvious enough, what can cover the sky, the sun, the moon, and the stars can only be the clouds and mist in the sky, but according to the records of this stele, the clouds and mist when the first heaven and earth were born were so terrifying?

Or is it that in the earliest days, the clouds were fundamentally different from the present, a strange celestial phenomenon that covered the sky with stars? Was it after that great war that the clouds were still hit hard after all, and they changed into what they are now? But not quite right......

He couldn't help but whisper: "Why, now the clouds change and move?"

The old man who showed them the way saw that they stopped and did not follow, turned around, happened to hear this sentence, smiled heartily, raised his hand and pointed to the top, this is a surrounding valley, and seeing the clouds and mist rolling up on it, the old man grinned and said with a smile:

"What did the master say? Isn't that a very simple thing?"

His voice paused, and he said as a matter of course:

"Yun, just chase the wind......"

At this time, Yan Tianhua used his fingers to identify and read the last sentence that was not visible to the naked eye, his body suddenly trembled violently, he fell to his knees, and burst into tears.

There is an extra line of words on the stele, which is soaked in the pathos that has not been dispersed for hundreds of thousands of years, and those who see it cry.

The sky exploded with thunder, and a white light erupted.

Then it rained.

drenched the robes of the sword monk and the god and demon who knelt on the ground and wept, and the world was clouded.

"I can't come, blue eyes ......"

........................

Changliu knelt directly on the ground, and his forehead slammed on the ground like garlic.

The voice trembled: "Heaven, Heavenly Eclipse Monarch......"

Feng Xuan was dazed at first, and then his whole body was directly cold, recalling the name, the black-haired and white-clothed young man calmly looked at the scattered wind, stretched out his fingers, and a wisp of wind wrapped around his fingers, the wind was gentle, but it was not comparable to the [58 fo] color of the young man's eyes that became more and more blue.

Cover the sky, the sun, the moon, and the stars.

Primordial clouds.

"You're here. ”

He whispered softly, and laughed as if he were talking:

"You won. ”

"I lost what you gave. ”

"It is clear that I have not left my body for hundreds of thousands of years. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

Feng Xuan finally couldn't help that huge fear, although he knew that what he saw in front of him was no longer the Heavenly Eclipse Monarch of the past, but how could he be qualified to raise his head in front of this person, not to mention, more than half of his strength came from that Wind Maiden.

Tian Eclipse Jun looked at Feng Xuan who was kneeling down in front of him indifferently, and could see that part of the wind girl's power on the other party's body.

But it's just a matter of extracting the power that belongs to friends and collecting it.

did not kill the wind Xuan, but directly turned the cloud into a lock, pulled it with the long willow, and even the entire flying boat, covering its heavenly machine, and then the clothes on his body did not turn into the dark and cold of the long time back then, it was still the pure white that made people feel warm in their hearts, brushing out of their sleeves, their footsteps were slight, and their voices were flat:

"And imprisoned here for 300,000 years, what?"

“...... Thank you for not killing. ”

"Eclipse Monarch......?"

The man in white smiled, looked at his palm, and said flatly, "Who is that?"

He walked forward, leaving behind the abruptly incomprehensible wind and willows, cold and calm, and a calm voice fell into his ears—

"This seat is the king of the clouds. ”

Feng Xuan and Changliu were at a loss.

Yun Zhongjun no longer hesitated, all kinds of yesterday seemed like a dream bubble, and went straight to the location of the last friend.

..................

Purple clay pot.

Zhao Li and Phoenix turned this world around a little, and basically figured it out, this thing with their strength, well, mainly the strength of Phoenix, they can't lose their lives, but it's not so simple to get out, it's probably equivalent to cracking a huge formula to get out.

After all, it involves the power of time and years.

Otherwise, if you break out, you may encounter the same time turbulence as the unlucky guy in the story.

The phoenix is okay, he Zhao someone will take off a few layers of skin without dying, adding emptiness to emptiness, and becoming a quadratic of the void.

In addition, there are people outside who are leading, opening the passage and not entering, but the mansion where this valley is located is remote, and the Tiangong clan is absolutely impossible to get close to because of that story, Zhao Li scratched his scalp, his Yuan Shen can escape from the white space, but what about the physical body, throw it here, or set a coordinate, let the Eastern Emperor Taiyi grab it and pull it out?

But what about this vest drop?

Zhao Li rubbed his teeth.

was having a headache, and suddenly saw a familiar white streamer flying out of the channel, pure white and flawless, turning around, directly appeared in front of Zhao Li, slowly unfolded, and on it was Yun Zhongjun's handwriting.

Are you in there?

Zhao Li was stunned, and immediately overjoyed.

Immediately grabbed the letterhead, while telling the phoenix that there was a way, while quickly writing to Yun Zhongjun to open the passage outside, the letterhead flew out, and in less than a second, I saw that a streamer over there directly broke through the passage and flew in directly, black hair and white clothes, it was Yun Zhongjun.

The smile on Zhao Li's face stiffened.

Phoenix's curious eyes fell on Zhao Li's face.

As if to say, this is your reinforcements?

Qing Leng and his direct gaze turned the white-haired Taoist man's face blue and white for a while, gritted his teeth, and went directly to Yun Zhongjun, who came with great joy, the momentum was violent, the phoenix seemed to guess what would happen next, turned around, thought about it, took another step forward, turned into a streamer, and left for the time being.

Zhao Li appeared directly in front of Yun Zhongjun, looking at the face that was almost angry, he grabbed the collar that was already there, gritted his teeth, and spoke with the sound of grinding his teeth, and said:

"Didn't I tell you to go outside!! what are you doing coming in?!"

Yun Zhongjun was stunned for a moment, and said embarrassedly:

"I didn't read the letter, I only saw you replying to the letter, it should be inside, so I came in......"

Zhao Lihao didn't take a breath to pass, directly grabbed Yun Zhongjun's neckline, and pressed him against the mountain rock next to him, glared angrily at Yun Zhongjun's eyes that turned pale blue at some point, gritted his teeth and said:

"Do you have water in your head?!"

Yun Zhongjun just smiled helplessly: "After all, we are friends...... In a hurry, I can't take care of it. ”

Zhao Li gritted his teeth, but looking at those open and gentle eyes, he could only sigh helplessly in the end.

Finally, he said in a muffled voice:

"Do you eat dried fish?"

Yun Zhongjun groaned and said:

"Eat!"

But when he was close, he saw that the white-haired immortal rose up directly, raised his hand and punched his head, and a punch was directly imprinted on the eye socket of the cold god, showing no mercy, beating Yun Zhongjun backwards, Zhao Li raised his eyebrows, gritted his teeth and said:

"I still can't help it, then I can't bear it!"

"Eat, eat, Lao Tzu will give you a punch!"

"Damn, if you die here and are used, you are different from sending you to death!"

"Isn't it stupid?!"

The white-haired immortal blew up his hair, rolled up his cuffs and chased directly after the black-haired god and beat him violently.

........................

A moment later.

In a farm in the middle of the pot, on the high stone on the side of the farmland, a white-haired dumpling and a black-haired dumpling two people shrank their hands, squatting next to the stream, with a salted fish in their mouths, the white-haired face was dull, and the black-haired cold and handsome, just the right eye socket was black and purple, and the corners of the eyes twitched, I don't know who could do it.

Zhao Li swallowed the dried fish in his mouth and warned in a muffled voice:

"Give you a good memory bastard, if it's a trap in it, don't look at anything, you come in and die. ”

"Besides, in this world, with the combat power of your scum, there are a lot of people staring at your flesh now. ”

"Remember to check the situation later before going inside. ”

"If you can't beat it, call someone, if I fold in, it's good that you're still outside, you don't care about anything and go inside, good guys, buy one get one free, give a family bucket, hey, do you understand?"

Zhao Li bumped Yun Zhongjun with his shoulder, and the latter swallowed the salted fish, licked his tongue unsatisfied, and said:

"Anything else?"

Zhao Li rolled his eyes wildly: "It's gone." ”

In the end, he was really helpless, and sighed: "The last two." ”

Yun Zhongjun took it, this place, facing the sunset that never sets, a white-haired immortal, a black-haired god, two palms in the cuffs, squatting there side by side in a daze, Zhao Li often sighed, and said, "What should I do......"

"yes, what should I do......"

Yun Zhongjun sighed.

PS: Today's second update............