Everything happened too fast, Jiang Changan didn't have time to react, this old woman killed many strong people with just a snap of her fingers, and her crazy self-abuse was only in a flash, which made people stunned.

The immortals cut themselves, not to mention Jiang Chang'an, even Mo Cang, who witnessed all this, was speechless in horror, and looked at the powder stupidly.

The impact of this person's incident is really too great, a true immortal whose strength is on par with An Xianzi or even not weaker, and an infinite power that suppresses heaven and earth with a snap of his fingers and turns over mountains and seas ends his life in an absurd and extreme way.

It's ridiculous, like a cold joke in winter, but no one can laugh at it.

"Is it a true immortal?"

Jiang Changan was not sure, but the powerful power that the other party had erupted from just now was far beyond his cognition, and his first thought was that it was a supreme strength that only Genting Immortals could have.

Mo Cang stammered: "I don't know the deity, but what is certain is that she is definitely not the creature born in the current Shenggu Shenzhou. ”

"You mean to say that it is very likely that she has existed for 100,000 years like you!" Jiang Changan said in surprise.

Mo Cang smiled bitterly: "Her strength is enough to rank among the best even in the ancient period of the day, if it is really this kind of high deity, I will not have heard of her name, and guessed by the deity...... She was supposed to be from the primeval world. ”

"Swire ......"

Jiang Chang'an looked panicked, at the beginning of heaven and earth, the flood was ancient, within the universe, the sun and the moon began to divide. At that time, there was no creation of the first and the first demon emperor Dongfang Jumang, even the Buddha Shakyamuni who turned the blue lotus into a green lamp had not yet been born, and the world was unable to be without Tao in that period, the world was suffering, the world was humble like ants, and the blessed land was like grass mustard, that is to say......

"Immortals. Mo Cang took the first step to say the two words he wanted to sigh the most, even if it was covered by a thick fog, Jiang Changan seemed to be able to see the fear surging on the face of this soul who had been sealed in the East Bell for 100,000 years without knowing its origin.

"It's wrong, it's too late to regret. ”

Jiang Changan frowned and pondered carefully: "If a person with such strength wants to kill me, he doesn't even need to move his fingers, just one look is enough, but why would he kill himself." ”

She had traveled through hundreds of thousands of years, and then this piece of cave heaven and blessed land had been hidden to this day, using the spiritual power of countless cultivators as nourishment to continue her life, what kind of reason did she have to collapse and commit suicide in an instant? It would be difficult for a smart person like him to figure this out.

The old witch looked into the distance and whispered in a deep voice, as if she was passing on a message to someone she knew, "It's too late to regret it, what did they regret it?, and they will regret it after seeing you?" Mo Cang said in astonishment, "What's even more terrifying is that there are very likely to be other immortals like this."

There is, more than one. ”

"The existence of terror...... Slow down!" Jiang Chang'an suddenly flashed a spiritual light in his mind, and said in shock: "Pengqiu Island!"

"What do you mean, boy, you make it clear!"

Jiang Chang'an said: "It is no accident that corpses and demons are rampant on the Pengqiu Road, and the existence of terrifying creatures such as Demon Venerables is no accident, do you still remember the breath of the seven Venerables that pierced through the void that day?"

Mo Cang couldn't remember that when he was about to leave on Pengqiu Island, the unfathomable aura of the seven abysses came through the void of thousands of miles, as if an angry mortal had violated the pure land of the floating island, and even the accompanying An Fairy was taken aback, if it weren't for the majesty of the Founding Venerable and the Remnant of the First Emperor, everyone would have been crushed into ashes on the spot. How similar is this to today?

Mo Cang's words were excited: "Are you saying that the seven people on Fuqiu Island have a close connection with this old witch, and even that sentence was passed on to them?"

Jiang Changan nodded, and straightened out the whole thought from the beginning: "Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Immortal Ancestor slaughtered more than one million people in the Ancient Heavenly Court, and the Supreme Immortal Realm burned and fell in thirty-three days. In this way, if everything is true, then there are still seven immortals still alive. ”

Seven people who are above the heads of sentient beings, no, they can't even be considered human beings, so what is the purpose of seeking the way?

The Great Dao no longer exists, the Immortal Dao has been destroyed, and the ultimate goal of thousands of cultivators is slim for a while.

Jiang Changan didn't dare to imagine the expressions of sentient beings knowing the ins and outs of the whole thing, especially for those cultivators who really retreated and didn't care about the world, what they did was to cultivate immortals and become enlightened, and now that the immortal path has passed, where is the way back?

It didn't take long for Jiang Changan to think of something again, and pondered: "The Ancient Heavenly Court has been destroyed, but the Immortal Slaying Ancestor is still there, what did this Ancestor who doesn't know whether it is a man or a woman or a human or a ghost overthrow all this? Dissatisfied with the attitude of the ants when the immortals look down on people? Establish a new order and civilization? Does that mean that there are still other immortals in this vast and endless sky?"

No one knows the answer, and no one answers.

Continue to move forward, and walked for dozens of miles, every temple Jiang Chang'an has been visited, but it is a pity that this buried underground site is dozens of times smaller than the South China Sea floating hill in terms of treasure and geographical area, and only a few pieces of fluorescent green jade fragments can be found occasionally, and the records on it are also some trivial things that do not match the preface and the afterword.

Until you come to a verdant lake along the underground river, the lake in front of you is not an exaggeration to say that it is a lake and a sea, as if it surrounds the entire ruins, and the emerald green lake looks like a pure emerald with a crystal luster.

But what was presented in the center of the lake was not so relaxed, there were dried corpses floating in the lake, their skin condensed into wrinkles, their hands and feet and torsos as if they had been exposed to the wind and sun for decades, and they were only as thick as a baby's arm, and there were men and women, some of whom were wearing decaying robes, and some of them could be seen to have entered the place in recent days, and their black hair was dancing in the water.

"It's really a sin, and the deity has never been so black. Mo Cang sighed.

"How?"

Mo Cang smiled slightly, and Fang Cai's nervous and fearful mood dispelled nine times out of ten: "These are the group of people you saw in the Reverse Cangjutsu, they were bewitched by the fake spiritual source Qi Flow, and they were cursed by immortals, strange, how does the deity feel that although these people's hearts and souls are broken, their physical bodies are still intact, like ...... How do you say it's appropriate? It's like the living dead!"

As soon as the words fell, he heard the ripples of the lake, Jiang Changan turned around, and under the dark and dead lake, he suddenly saw a pair of green and faint eyes open, through a cold corpse, shooting out a cold and faint light, followed by a pair of dead wood-like white hands on the water.

Burst!

The cold corpse rushed out of the water with a thud, and a rotten long sword drilled out of the palm of his hand, and a gust of cold wind came, killing the bone and cold!

Mo Cang exclaimed: "Boy, be careful!"

Jiang Chang'an popped out a wing from his back at the first moment when there was a storm on the water surface, and at the same moment, the Taiyi Divine Emperor Bell ejected out, flying in the middle of the corpse's head, and a thick blood mist exploded in the air, mixed with pieces of flesh and bones and falling on the surface of the lake, and a blood rain fell.

The stiff body that had lost its head turned into a pool of turquoise liquid in the blink of an eye, merging into the lake.

Now, Jiang Changan finally understands why the lake water is as crystal clear as jasper out of thin air.

"Flying corpses, so many spirits have all been ruined by that old witch, it's a pity......"

Bang la la la -

There is a sound on the surface of the water again!

The first flying corpse was like a primer, hooking up a raging fire, followed by hundreds of corpses piled up at the bottom of the water, hissing like beasts from their mouths, and going one after the other.

"It's really falling into someone's nest now. Jiang Changan's scalp was a little numb, and he was about to jump out of this area when he stepped on the water.

At this moment, Bodhi Eye suddenly seemed to be attracted by something, and looked uncontrollably at the bursts of purple light under the lake, flickering in the cold and dark environment, like a candle flame in the dark night, and the two of them were suddenly surprised-

"Spiritual Source Qi Flow!"