Feng Lian subdued Lu Chaomei's sister and brother, and after inquiring about the situation here, he couldn't come back to his senses all of a sudden.

This place is nearly sixty thousand miles away from Muyun Academy, and even if he keeps flying, it will take nearly a month to reach Muyun Academy. But he can't always fly, first, flying consumes too much spiritual power, and second, flying is too dangerous, and he can become someone else's target at any time.

In this case, it will take him at least three months or so to return to Muyun Academy.

After inquiring again, this place is close to the lost paradise - "Lucheng", and it only takes half a month to walk. He felt that he would go to Lucheng and find Wei Anfu before making plans.

He didn't stay any longer, and after asking for the direction to Lucheng, let them lead the way to Lucheng.

After walking for three days, I crossed a stone tablet engraved with "Lucheng Boundary" and entered the area under the jurisdiction of Lucheng. Feng Lian truly realized why no high-level cultivator dared to go to Lucheng to spread wilderness.

The people I met along the way were all extremely vicious people, and most of the hunters' cultivation was not as high as Feng Lian and others, and when they saw Feng Lian and others, they avoided them from afar. People of the same level, a dozen face-to-face, without saying a word, go straight to work.

If it weren't for Feng Lian's combat effectiveness, Lu Chaomei's sister and brother would have died several times. The combat effectiveness of the sister and brother is too low, perhaps it is the result of relying on the magic circle for a long time, and they have not practiced their combat skills well. That's why the combat skills are so bad.

The style is completely based on feelings, and if you have a slight good impression, you will only be disabled, and you will leave after snatching things. If it is too fierce, it will never be soft and will be killed directly.

After a few days, Feng Lian still harvested a lot of spiritual materials and medicinal materials. also took a few ethereal rings of the third grade of the Xuan level. After paying a little insignificant injury and getting such a gain, Feng Lian is still very satisfied.

The closer he got to Lucheng, the more fragile the space around him few, and the fewer high-level cultivators he encountered. It is no wonder that there are very few high-level cultivators who travel between the Eastern and Western Continents. Because the higher the level, the greater the impact on the surrounding space. If you are not careful, you may cause cracks in the space, not only killing yourself, but also bringing ruin to the surroundings.

Because the space of the Blackwater River from the sky above to the underground is extremely unstable. It is impossible to build a stable teleportation array between the eastern and western continents, and a temporary teleportation array can be built, but the cost is huge, enough to drag down tens of thousands of small sects.

The only normal passage between the Eastern and Western Continents is the Tiansheng Bridge, eight hundred miles east of Lucheng. This bridge is an unknown meteorite lying on the cliff above the Heishui River, which can isolate the corrosive atmosphere and spatial fluctuations of the Heishui River. It is the only long-term and safe passage connecting the East and West Continents.

The area around the main city of Lucheng is the only area with stable space. What started as a place for hunters to rest and trade has since grown into a free city.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Maharaja of Wu Xuan was born, subdued almost all the hunter organizations in Lucheng, redivided the region, and rearranged the main city with the best force, forming the current situation of eight islands around the main island.

On the day the new city was built, the city lord showed the world that without his permission, any cultivator who exceeded the level of the Immortal Realm Martial Ancestor did not run by him, and dared to force his way through the Tiansheng Bridge, and there was no mercy.

The Maharaja is a very mysterious figure, and even the legends about him have fallen silent and no one knows about him. It has been rare for him to make a move over the years, but every time he appears, it must be accompanied by endless blood light.

His latest news was more than a thousand years ago, one of the top ten sects, a strong man from the Cloud Hand Sect, who had been a god for many years, crossed the Tiansheng Bridge without the permission of the city lord. Before he was halfway there, he suddenly died of exhaustion. The body was hung from the stone pillar at the east bridgehead for decades.

His disciple was beheaded like a corpse when he came to collect it, and later a supreme elder of the sect came forward to negotiate for several years, handing over a lot of spiritual materials and spars before his body was recovered.

Since then, no one has dared to challenge the majesty of the city lord.

The closer they got to Lucheng, the safer the three of them became. When they met other cultivators of a higher level, or the same level, they would all take a detour and try to avoid each other.

The fragile space here can't withstand the battle of the powerhouses above the senior level of the Martial Sect, and if the space is shattered, everyone will not end well.

And there is an irregular floating miasma around, and this miasma is very damaging to Zhihai. Feng Lian tried, but he couldn't resist the miasma, and it took a lot of effort to remove them from his body.

Lu Chaomei saw that Feng Lian dared to inhale the miasma, and he could also expel him from his body, and began to have some admiration for him.

On this day, they finally saw Lucheng. It is located in the middle of the valley, and in the west, north and east directions are three peaks of different shapes, each with several large and small waterfalls cascading down. To the south is a small hill with a waterway that nourishes a variety of plants like cobwebs

Lucheng is also divided into nine small islands by a waterfall that falls from the mountain. The island in the middle is 50 square miles, and there are many buildings of various forms in the northwest, northwest and south directions on the edge of the island, and there is a green lawn in the south. The building in the center of the island is exactly the same as the shape of the entire Lucheng. Eight tall gray-white basilicas arch a domed golden basilica in the center.

There is not a single building within a mile of the central hall, and all kinds of valuable trees are planted. Feng Lian overlooks the cliff in the west, and you can feel the rich aura there.

It is said that it was the residence of the lord of the castle. It seems that it has been more than a thousand years, and no outsider has ever set foot there.

Each of the eight islands around the main island has an island master, and every eight years there is an island master battle, and the cultivator level is mortal. But the real owners of each island are all at the Wonderland level, and those who participate in the battle are their subordinates or spokesmen.

All the contenders cannot be people from any sect or family. The winner will receive eight years of tax adjustment and control over the island.

The names of the islands are: Qiandao, Kan Island, Gen Island, Zhen Island, Xun Island, Lidao, Kun Island, and Dui Island, which are named after the eight palaces in the eight trigrams. Together with the islands in the center, there are nine in total. So every year there is a battle for the owner of the island.

After winning the battle, it is not once and for all. I have to accept the challenge of the challenger at any time within a year, and the most feared thing is the wheel war. Without a certain number of Martial Sect peaks to fight, it is difficult to hold on to a single person.

Don't underestimate this small island, this is the meeting point of the Eastern and Western Continents, where most of the goods traded between the two continents took place.

Moreover, Lucheng is located in the middle of the Shensun Forest, and all kinds of spiritual materials, medicinal materials, ores, and even grandmaster-level exercises and other rare items continue to appear here. One can imagine how high the tax is for eight years.

This year, it's the turn of the island owners to fight. More than three months later on the main island.

Feng Lian really wants to capture an island, but it is easy to take it, and it is difficult to say whether it can be defended. After all, he is not as strong as others, and has a strong backer. But he still wanted to give it a try, even if it was an experience, after all, he could fight against contenders, and the improvement of his combat skills was much more effective than fighting against ordinary hunters.

Suddenly, the space around him fluctuated. Lu Chaomei's sister and brother turned blue with fright. Feng Lian's sea of knowledge also shook, and suddenly, he felt that the Lucheng in front of him had become illusory.

This gave him a familiar feeling, that is, the feeling that was unique to seeing Mangkhut, Jiang Shangyu and Qingrui.

The landscapes and buildings you see in front of you are all real, but they become illusory at this moment, as if a light blow can blow them away. There should be an insurmountable gap between the real and the imaginary, but at the moment they seem to be blended together.

What kind of power could change his views and thoughts about the world? Feng Lian fell into deep thought.

In the blueprint of the world of Zhihai, the Dao marks about space are particularly bright at this moment, many times stronger than the brightness of the Dao marks of life and death. The divine consciousness wandered on the spatial dao marks, and the dao marks composed of spatial nodes made Feng Lian suddenly have some insights.

The power that can confuse him is actually the fusion of space and time power, that is, the power of space. With the help of the power of time, space can present the scene of the infinite place in front of his eyes, and of course, he can also turn the real scene in front of him into a dream.

Conversely, time can also borrow the power of space to reproduce scenes that have disappeared in the long river of history.

So, how are they presented?

Feng Lian carefully looked at the various understandings of his predecessors in the Dao marks, and then looked at the spatial nodes of irregular movement in reality.

Most of the spatial nodes are overlapping, some from 10,000 years ago and some from 10,000 years later. The non-real space nodes are all fragile, and they cannot be fixed and opened by Feng Lian. Besides, their coordinates are not the same, and if you are not careful, you may be teleported to an unknown area because you open the wrong space node.

Feng Lian gasped, he opened the space node a few times, and he was able to pass it smoothly, I have to say that he walked the shit.

He carefully observed the overlapping spatial nodes, and found that they were both mutually exclusive and attractable, which was very contradictory. Whether they attract or repel each other, they all produce a kind of force, which Feng Lian calls "the power of origin", or the force for short.

Feng Lian tried again and again to control that power. It took half a month for him to finally control that force. In fact, it is not so difficult, it is to use soul power to neutralize and balance the Force.

At this time, the two main paths of life and death in his blueprint suddenly lit up. Integrate the mystery of life and death with the Force, and continue to spread, within a radius of 100 meters

, are constantly alternating between the two breaths of life and death.

"Stop!" Lu Chaomei turned pale and shouted in a panic.

Feng Lian opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Chaomei looked at him, her face was full of fear, and she said, "I can't stand it if I take your domain." ”

"Domain?!" Feng Lian didn't expect that his perception this time would actually grasp the power of the domain. "Stay away from me. Wait until Lu Chaomei pulled Lu Chaoze, who was also pale, far enough away before he continued to comprehend the power of the realm.

As long as he injected the power of the two Dao Marks of Life and Death into the Force, the radius of a hundred meters around his body would be engraved with the Dao Marks of Life and Death controlled by him.

When he poured his familiar spiritual flame into it, the area turned into a sea of fire, and in an instant, the surrounding flowers and plants burned to ashes, and even the rocks melted.

When he poured the mystery of life into it, the scorched earth immediately glowed with a little bit of life-filled green color. In less than an hour, the shoots had grown to a centimeter tall.

When the mystery of death is poured into it, the shoots immediately wither.

The realm is a world controlled by one's own mind, and the rise and fall of all people and things in it can be controlled.

Feng Lian couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and he finally took control of the domain. Then it will be possible for you to create a secret realm in the future, and it will be possible to reach the top of the gods. At that time, who would dare to bully his Xiaojie.

I haven't felt so comfortable for a long time, Feng Lian breathed a long sigh of relief, and motioned to Lu Chaomei and the two sisters and brothers to march towards Lucheng.

Lu Chaomei is no longer unconvinced, looking at Feng Lian's eyes full of fear and flattery. For fear that one of them would accidentally provoke him, let him suddenly release the domain and kill their sister and brother.

Lucheng, like most towns, stands a no-fly stone monument at the intersection. Feng Lian can only go forward by boat, and the waterway is more than 50 meters long, and each person has to pay 50 pieces of Xuanjing. The little rich man felt a little painful.

The island that Feng Lian chose to land on was the outlying island that was ready to change hands. He wanted to know more about the island so he could plan for the next step.

The total permanent population of the island reached 80,000, and with the number of cultivators who came and went, there were generally nearly 150,000. There are still more than two months to go and the seven-day battle for the owner of the island, so the number of people has reached 2.67 million.

Walking on the bustling streets, looking at all kinds of people, Feng Lian had no bottom in his heart, and he didn't know if he could take the island.

As soon as he reached an intersection, he saw the sign left by Weianf. It wasn't reserved for him, but a liaison sign for the Theater.

Feng Lian walked into an inn according to the prompts of the sign, and soon saw a martial immortal intermediate cultivator.

When the man saw Feng Lian and the three of them, he said a little unhappily, "You have entered the wrong room." ”

Feng Lian reached into the teacup and drew a few strokes on the table. When the man saw it, he immediately knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "The doorman Lan Xiong has seen the door master. ”

"There's no need to be polite here. Where is Hall Master Wei now? I want to see him, the sooner the better. Feng Lian helped him up, and he was very satisfied with Wei Anfu, he managed the theater really well.

"Yes, the hall master should be on the island by now. ”

Feng Lian saw that Lan Xiong was about to retire, and ordered: "Don't worry, you go to rent a secret room for me first." ”

Lan Xiong took out a jade plaque and handed it to Feng Lian with both hands, and said, "This is the cultivation secret room of the inn, you can use it as you like." ”

After Lan Xiong left, Lu Chaomei immediately asked, "Are you the sect master?Which sect are you the sect master?There are actually intermediate subordinates of the Martial Immortals?"

"Show me your pill prescription. Feng Lian made a silent gesture. If you want to participate in the battle for the island, you must not be from the sect, there are many people here, and he doesn't want to reveal his identity.

After Feng Lian read the prescription, he said to Lu Chaomei, "You guys rest here, if someone comes, let him wait for me here." ”

With that, he walked towards the secret room. Just now, he inquired about the news that after the battle for the owner of the island, an auction should be held immediately, and the higher the preciousness of the auction items, the more people will be able to trade here in the future.

He also had three pieces of ore in his hand that had been brought out of the Spirit Clan Sanctuary in the Shattered Domain, which were not much worse than the "Heaven Mending Stone". In addition, a lot of high-grade spiritual materials and medicinal materials have been obtained from the robbery during this time, no matter whether you can take it off the island or not, at least your waist bag must be bulging.

Under normal circumstances, only fairyland-level alchemists could refine master-level elixirs. But Meng Jie has not been promoted to the fairyland, and he can already refine the elixir of the master's three grades, and he also wants to give it a try. Especially now that he has the domain, the sea of knowledge has more than doubled, which makes him full of confidence.