There was a strong wind and flying sand in the wilderness, but there was no rain.

The sinners rely on the underground river to get water, so after breaking through the clouds and coming to the spiritual sea, the spiritual power was pulled by the overall situation of the heavenly ruins, liquefied, and turned into a torrential rain and fell This scene, except for a few members who have been to Da Lie, I have really never seen it.

Knowing that he was in the ruins, he didn't have to be afraid of this spiritual sea, which seemed to be thousands of times more violent than the wilderness, so everyone in the valley walked out of the house one after another with a mood of seeing rare things.

Open your arms and face the sky.

The raindrops crackled and fell on the eaves, making a small and shattering sound, like a whip on a fast horse.

A day is not less than a thousand miles.

Almost immediately, the people who walked out of the house were doused with a cold heart, and the coarse cloth gown was attached to the body, and the flesh was hidden.

But everyone is extremely straightforward, but no one cares about this.

The rainbow sky river is poured into the rain...... This scenery is so beautiful that I can't take my eyes off it.

Farther away, the hard sandy ground was washed away by the rain, and small pits were washed out one after another, and then the small pits were connected together to form a section of canal.

As the canals continue to connect, a large river that starts from the sky dome and ends at the edge of the heavenly ruins merges and flows.

Some of the beasts that had been dormant were frightened by the rain and rivers and walked out of their hiding places.

The most powerful and perceptual blue-eyed lion and tiger beast suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, its maneits were actually a water-colored cold glow, and it was about to transform.

Earlier, the blue-eyed lion tiger beast Bihu, who was subdued by the tabula rasa, was released from the wilderness to dominate the beasts.

At this moment, the blue tiger roared majestically, and its roots and feet were far superior to the blue-eyed lion tiger beast in front of it, and it directly shook off a body of miscellaneous hair, and replaced it with a long body of light cyan feathers.

It is now a demon beast equivalent to the four steps of the human race.

In the wilderness, there are still an unknown number of fierce birds and beasts, which have taken off their ruts at this moment and undergone a transformation at the level of life.

In the Barren Valley, the people who bathed in the most pure and majestic spiritual rain obtained far more benefits than the beasts of the wilderness.

A flaming knife rises......

A mountain ravine......

Wind, waves, electricity, ......

All kinds of rhymes, stacked endlessly.

Zhong Mingtai held the Xuanyu Zhenyan Banner and was standing in front of a large hall, with the mountain man behind him, his muscles agitated.

When I first entered the realm of Chengyi, I have not yet fully stabilized the realm, so I stepped into the upper realm of Chengyi.

On the already sparse and barren brain skin of the Fire Venerable, the rather lonely hair that was falling and falling was close to the scalp, and it gradually thickened extremely strangely.

He brushed his hair and smiled as he looked up to the sky and stood up against the heavy rain, and then burned even more fiercely in it.

He himself was a great powerhouse who had stepped into Chengyi early, and at this moment, he had the great opportunity of this spiritual rain, and directly stepped on the threshold of Chongying with half a foot.

Needless to say, as long as he can get some saliva from Xiao Yan or something, I'm afraid he will be able to break through the realm.

Ying Ruoyan was also rare not holding the dossier, with two extremely long legs on the window edge, barefoot.

The raindrops hit the round and jade toes, cutting back the muscles along the toe gaps and seeping into the skin.

"It's such a commotion. She leisurely took a handful of spiritual rain with her hand and brought it to her mouth to drink.

Excess water droplets slid down the corners of his mouth, wetting the neckline little by little.

“...... It tastes good, just to make tea. ”

While whispering, she beckoned, and there was a small black Xuanjiao Dao rhyme, rolled up a cast iron kettle that is commonly used in ordinary people, stopped outside the window for a moment, and after filling it with a pot of water, it was placed on the stove.

After a while, the sound of cooing sounded, and it was still a black Xuanjiao Dao rhyme, completing the actions of washing tea, flushing, and serving tea, and finally handed a small white porcelain cup to Ying Ruoyan's hand.

The cup is as white as snow, the tea is very elegant, the shadow is like smoke and the complexion is like wheat, although the posture is extremely enchanting, but the temperament of the whole person is extremely sharp.

The comparison between the two is even more thrilling.

She took a sip of tea, and the palace dress of Liejian Lake also poked out the Qianqiu snow out of the window, and the raindrops hit the blade like a musical instrument.

Ying Ruoyan poured her a cup of tea, and asked as she handed it over, "This time I went to the Holy Book Pavilion, and there will inevitably be a fierce battle." You are a dignified emperor, you are not afraid of going wrong if you come along?"

Lie Jianhu didn't care about the ridicule in her words, and drank the tea in small sips.

A warm current rolled down her throat, into her lungs and then into her limbs, and the Empress Dalie let out a deep moan uncontrollably.

"Good water. Seeing the smiling face, she added another sentence: "The tea is also good."

"Such a good tea, Da Lie can't drink it at leisure. An extra bite is a mouthful. ”

Tea is a tribute tea in the trade city, and it is compared with the same weight of gold, but for the cultivators, there is actually nothing special.

But this water is really rare in a lifetime.

Ying Ruoyan smacked the sweetness in her mouth, gently rubbed the rim of the cup with her fingers, looked at the clouds rising in the distance, and said in her heart that this barren wilderness finally looked a little home.

On the east mountain, Emperor Yi still habitually lived in a small cabin.

But a new one was erected beside the cabin, boxy, with low eaves and decorated with sections of beast teeth that had dried up with blood, and looked a little savage.

In the middle of the two small cabins, a canopy was erected, and in the canopy there was a table with the leftover scraps of the house, which was crooked, and looked like it was about to fall down at any time.

There are two crooked chairs on the side of the crooked table, which are also made up of scraps.

The old knife Shengqi You buried his whole body in such a crooked chair, holding a handful of peanuts in his hand, chewing a piece of the shell with a rattling sound.

"Xiao Yizi, will you take a bite?"

Emperor Yi stood up, looking at the Heavenly Dome Spirit Sea with his hands behind his back, and when he heard those three words, he showed a trace of helplessness.

Chi You smiled: "What are you worried about, anyway, Lao Tzu can first behead an earth demon, and then suppress a land demon, for 20,000 years." If it is replaced by a heavenly demon, it may not be impossible to suppress her. ”

The spiritual rain was stained on the corner of Emperor Yi's black feather, and it slipped down little by little, accumulating a small clear puddle.

He said with some hesitation: "It's impossible for Su Daji not to know that you and I have been born, but I'm afraid that her strength is beyond the scope of ordinary heavenly demons." ”

Hearing Emperor Yi speak in such a solemn tone, the old knife saint didn't mind, threw a peanut into the air and caught it with his mouth, and pouted: "It's a pity that I forgot to bring wine."

"Ordinary and unusual, they are all extraterritorial demons. You and I have lived until now, aren't we just trying to pull out the last thorn in the flesh of the human race?"

Emperor Yi flicked his fingers, starting from the end of his fingers, a thin hole appeared in the rain curtain, which remained in the distance.

He shook his head slightly: "My current strength is less than one-tenth of that of the year, and your strength is even worse than that of the prime year." Although Su Daji no longer has a demon body, just with the demonic thoughts that have been cultivated for thousands of years, it is enough to wreak havoc on the world.

"Since she was not born, she must have great plans. Don't be careful. ”

The old knife saint changed his posture indifferently: "The water comes to cover the soil, the soldiers come to block, and the car has its own road in front of the mountain." It's a big deal. ”

......

A torrential rain fell for seven days and seven nights, flooding the land that had been dry and cracked for an unknown number of years.

Everywhere in the Huangchen Heavenly Ruins, there are even waterfalls and flowing springs, hanging on the edge of the mountain cliff, being illuminated by the sun, pulling out rainbows, but echoing with the rainbow-colored spiritual sea above the sky.

The Realm Breaker does not know how many.

Fang Ran held up a route map in front of him, and between the floating land and the spiritual sea, a thin line of twists and turns ran through it, and the current Huangchen Heavenly Ruins were at the top of this thin line.

It is not far from the location of the Upper Book Pavilion marked at the end.

The Spiritual Sea is extremely vast, and even on the busiest route, it is easy to see too many companions, but at this moment, as the Upper Sacred Book Pavilion approaches, it is possible to see many Heavenly Boats passing by from a distance, and the Heavenly Boat's protective array brings up traces of streamers, like meteors that Fang Ran had seen in his previous life.

The Ruins of the Wasteland have never been seen in front of people, but anyone who looks at them from a distance can know the extraordinaryness of this floating land.

Others drive the boat, and here you can ride directly by land...... The gap is not just mud.

All the heavenly boats would rather go around far away and go around in a circle than get close to the danger - who knows what kind of character this floating land owner is?

The spiritual sea is no better than the stars, and even if the huge floating land just rubs the edge of the heavenly boat, it is enough to bury a boatload of people.

Until almost the end of the thin line marked by the voyage, the spiritual sea in front of him suddenly calmed down and turned into a series of rivers, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, converging towards a bamboo forest.

It's just from a distance.

After a rough estimate, every bamboo rod has no less than a certain thickness, where is this bamboo, it is clearly a group of building trees that penetrate the sky and the earth and are rooted in the spiritual sea.

The Fire Venerable came up and explained to Fang Ran: "There is a saying that the Upper Holy Book Pavilion is set up in a purple bamboo forest. The bamboo, which looks like a hill, is the so-called purple bamboo, and there are many such bamboos in the ordinary.

"It's just that this bush here, through the rhyme of the Tao and the dawn of the sun, has already undergone a transformation, not a bamboo. Although there are no purple bamboo creatures, only the aura that naturally emanates is comparable to an extremely strong array. ”

After hearing this, Fang Ran understood that this cluster of purple bamboos was probably the foundation of the Upper Holy Book Pavilion, and it was an existence similar to other floating lands.

Bamboo is originally elegant, and then washed by the rhyme of the Linghai Dao, it can be said that there is no better than opening a study here, more than the fortune of heaven.

Fu Tianshu does have enough confidence.

Fang Ran stopped the Heavenly Ruins, separated them from a very long distance, and began to draw this piece of purple bamboo with the Heavenly Machine Roulette.

The huge purple bamboo was as if it was being blown by a light breeze, and it stretched its leaves slightly.

Causing a turmoil in the Linghai, several heavenly boats that went to visit or returned from training rose and fell with this turmoil, and the people on the boat panicked, and it was not lively for a while.

In front of the Heavenly Machine Roulette, a slender bamboo leaf manifested, and then was completely swallowed by the ink.

Fang Ran looked at Zizhu a few more times with a strange expression.

From the simple deduction just now, he already knew that if he used this clump of bamboo as the Dao material, perseveringly and regardless of the years, refining into the formation, with the heel of the bamboo, even the most ordinary spirit gathering array, it was enough to gather the surrounding hundred miles of spirit sea.

It is an out-and-out excellent formation base material.

But it seems that Fu Tianshu, as a formation master, and Shangsheng Shuge, as a formation sect, did not refine even a single formation into this purple bamboo.

He didn't believe that Fu Tianshu was really elegant to such a point, and he could not use such excellent materials.

It's like the candle shadow is red, the beauty is horizontal, and you say that the official should not be pityful, but you rely on the candle and look at the little yellow book all night, but you don't do it.

It doesn't match both emotion and reason.

Fang Ran looked around at the trickle of the spiritual sea that flowed into the root of the bamboo, and pressed his knuckles against the tip of his nose.

Without waiting for him to think too much, from the bush of purple bamboo, a heavenly boat sailed out.

It is said to be a heavenly boat, but in fact it is a huge brush that incarnates a thousand feet, and there is a white-faced scholar on the head of the brush, and his nostrils are almost raised to the sky.

Fang Ran thought of Wang Kaiji, who escaped with a brush but was stabbed to death by his own sword.

Naturally, the person in front of him was not.

The white-faced scholar should have already learned about the existence of the Huangchen Heavenly Ruins, so he was not the slightest surprised by the revelation of this thousands of miles of floating land.

He just arched his hand extremely perfunctorily through Qingmang, and made a scribe salute, and then said: "Lin Lu, the ruler of the Shangsheng Book Pavilion, came to pick up the guide at the order of the family teacher. Come with me. ”

He leaned sideways, swung one hand back, and made a "please" motion, his back was extremely straight.

As soon as I thought of Wang Kaiji, the ruler of the ring, there was another ruler of the ring, and Fang Ran slandered, and he didn't know whether it was to show favor or to proclaim his prestige.

Anyway, he didn't believe that Lin Lu was here to show goodwill.

Just as he was about to restart the Heavenly Boat, Lin Lu stopped and said, "Everyone else is coming and going from the Heavenly Boat, you are such a big floating land, there is nowhere to stay outside the Library." You can order as many people as you like, and I'll carry you with my Tibetan pen. ”

"Do you want to order someone to accompany you......" Fang Ran looked at Lin Lu's eyes.

"The number of people and cultivation are just up to you. Lin Lu looked very calm, "Or, do you dare to enter the pavilion alone?"

This radical general is straightforward, perhaps because he thinks that a criminal and a tyrannical martial artist does not need to make such a big detour...... Fang Ran thought for a moment and said, "If you are alone, you will be alone, the Fu Pavilion Lord is extraordinary, since the enemy is current, then we don't need to be on guard against everything." ”

Then he really stepped onto the Tibetan pen, waved his hand towards Huangchen Fulu, and didn't look back.

Seeing the thousands of huge pens all the way into the depths of the purple bamboo forest, Ying Ruoyan, who was accustomed to watching Fang Ran's back leave, clenched his fists, and then threw himself back into the big chair in the conference hall and continued to review the affairs.

Lie Jianhu, who came to the council hall almost free these days, asked Ying Ruoyan uncertainly: "The foolish and reckless officials from the nine grades also know that the Hongmen banquet cannot be ...... Your family's Fang Ran is Chongying, just rush into the mountain gate that has been run by others for many years, and you are not worried at all?"

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