It seems that the immortal cultivators on the earth did not go out of the earth, otherwise they should be able to see the starry sky and ten thousand races in the ten thousand realms of immortal cultivation.

Maybe they went out of the earth, but only An Yutian and Cangsong Dao people did not go out of the earth.

But all this is just Chen Mo's speculation, no one knows what happened in that distant era.

Chen Mo looked at the resentment of the Cangsong Dao people, and said lightly: "I am not an ancient descendant, I am just an ordinary earth human. I'm curious to know what happened to you during your lifetime that made you have such a powerful grudge!"

The resentment of the Cangsong Dao people can almost hide from the eyes of a group of martial artists, making them mistakenly think that this is the Cangsong Dao people.

One can imagine how powerful this resentment must be!

Cangsong Daoren's resentment was not denied this time, but his face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he looked at the sky blankly, revealing a touch of memory.

"Since you are an ancient descendant, perhaps you can give me an answer. Cangsong Daoren looked at Chen Mo, and his face suddenly showed a touch of expectation.

"Then you have to tell me what happened first!" Chen Mo said expressionlessly.

Cangsong Daoren seemed to remember something that made him extremely angry, and couldn't help but raise his voice: "Back then, my strength had broken through the divine realm and become an immortal admired by everyone, but I knew that this was not the end, but it had just begun. ”

Breaking through the Divine Realm has just begun!

The martial artists were dumbfounded, if the breakthrough to the Divine Realm was just the beginning, then what were these people who hadn't even reached the Grandmaster?

Chen Mo suddenly thought of what Jin Lao once said: Martial arts enter the innate and practice begins.

Innate, that is, the divine realm in the mouths of warriors. Many martial artists don't understand this sentence, but if you combine it with what Cangsong Daoren said today, the meaning of this sentence is already very clear.

However, all the martial artists were even more puzzled in their hearts, the Divine Realm had not appeared for hundreds of years, if the Divine Realm was only the beginning of cultivation, wouldn't it mean that in the entire Huaxia Martial Arts Realm, there was no martial artist who could be regarded as a qualified cultivator!

What does the so-called practice mean?

Cangsong Daoren looked up at the dark top of the palace, his eyes were full of anger, and his voice was filled with deep unwillingness: "I obviously saw that place, but I couldn't enter it anyway. I don't know why, could it be that the heavens have closed the immortal gate?"

"Or is it only closed to me?"

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!" Cangsong Daoist looked up to the sky and roared, like madness.

Chen Mo didn't know where the place he saw was, but Chen Mo felt that he definitely didn't go beyond the earth.

Cangsong Daoren is not an immortal cultivator, strictly speaking, he can only be regarded as a martial artist who is stronger than the ancient martial artist, and the era in which he lives, the level of cultivation has been followed by the standard of a martial artist.

If he is an immortal cultivator, above the god realm, it should be Jindan, and even if he is an immortal cultivator in the Jindan realm, it is impossible to transcend the earth.

"Where is he talking about?" This time, even Chen Mo was a little puzzled.

It seems that the earth is far from being as simple as it seems on the surface, if the earth once had a thriving civilization of cultivating immortals, even if it declined, it would not have been reduced to the current state.

What is hidden in the shadows?

"What is the place you see?" asked Chen Mo tentatively.

Cangsong Daoren's resentment suddenly looked at Chen Mo with a disappointed expression: "Why, don't you even know? You are an ancient descendant! If you don't even know, it seems that the Immortal Gate is really closed!"

Chen Mo said: "The immortal gate is not closed, what you see is not the immortal realm at all. ”

"Nonsense, that's the fairy world!" Cangsong Daoren argued, his face angry.

Chen Mo's face was flat, and he didn't argue with him, but said lightly: "Immortal, there will never be a boundary! The immortal realm that you can see is not an immortal realm at all!"

"Immortal, there is no boundary!" Cangsong Daoist muttered to himself, as if he had comprehended.

"Boy, you are worthy of being an ancient descendant, your realm is very high, even if I am not as good as you when I was alive. Cangsong Daoren said with a smile, but the smile was a little weird.

"But since you're here, don't even think about getting out!"

What do you mean?

The warriors looked puzzled.

Chen Mo said expressionlessly: "What do you want to do?"

Cangsong Daoist looked up to the sky and laughed: "Of course, I killed you, absorbed your cultivation, and then completed what I didn't do in my previous life!"

What the!

Everyone was shocked!

Nie Xiaoqian asked in a puzzled whisper, "Chen Mo, does he mean that after absorbing the cultivation of our people, can we be resurrected?"

Chen Mo nodded: "It should be what it means." He's dreaming, though!"

"Dreaming, boy, since you're here, don't try to get out alive!" Cangsong Daoren laughed loudly.

"Even when you were alive, I wouldn't have been afraid of you, let alone that you were just a wisp of resentment now. Chen Mo said coldly, his face a little disdainful.

"You're right, I may not be your opponent, but what if you add the sword array left here?" Cangsong Daoren's face was full of pride, and he gently patted the jade on the seat, and the seat suddenly burst out with a golden light and rose into the air.

Countless fluorescent lights suddenly appeared in the dark palace, like fireflies in the night sky.

But everyone knew that it would definitely not be fireflies, but countless sharp swords, countless sharp swords that shone with cold light.

"Let you taste the power of this Heart-devouring Sword Array!" Cangsong Daoren sat on the suspended Taishi chair and said with a sneer.

Chen Mo's face was serious, the power of this sword array was so strong that it was definitely not something that a martial artist could arrange, it was likely to be a large array left by those immortal cultivators in ancient times.

It seems that this place is the same as the Medicine King Valley, the Cangsong Dao people are not the real masters here, but doves occupy the magpie's nest.

The real master should be the An family in the spiritual pagoda.

Chen Mo explained to Nie Xiaoqian: "This sword array is powerful, save your life at all costs!"

"En!" Nie Xiaoqian nodded solemnly.

"Boy, after killing you, I can slowly clean up these ordinary martial artists, and when the time comes, I can choose a good bone to take away, and I can be resurrected. Cangsong Daoren said with a cruel smile on his face.

Chen Mo said coldly: "Then it also depends on whether you have that ability!"

"Die!" Cang Song Dao pointed with his hand, and countless sharp swords in the air immediately stabbed at Chen Mo.

These swords are not ordinary mortal soldiers, but swords that are completely made of spiritual power, and can directly hurt people's souls.

If he was injured by these spiritual power swords, even if it was Chen Mo, he was afraid that he would be severely injured.

"Be careful!" Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but exclaim.

Countless spiritual power swords, indiscriminate attacks, Chen Mo couldn't dodge at all.

Those spiritual power swords were all inserted into Chen Mo's body, and almost none of them missed.

"Chen Mo!" Nie Xiaoqian shouted in horror.

Li Ze's face was solemn, and he seemed to be a little incredulous in his heart: "He, is he dead like this?"

Yang Mingyu showed a touch of surprise on his face: "I really can't imagine that you actually died here, you died well!"