Wandering dismissed everyone, hurriedly called the flying sword, wrapped Ju Yao Miyue and the black windbreakers, swam the smoke, quickly evacuated the plague realm, and galloped towards the southern ruins of Kunlun in the starry night, from the extreme abyss.

He has his own abacus, because at this moment, Kunlun Mountain, which is thousands of miles away, must be sending troops, using the teleportation sigil of the Zhili Realm, and it won't take much time to wave his army.

At that time, the situation will be chaotic again, and the cups and plates will be in disarray.

Because he also had to take into account the children who had changed from Youyan, in the next battle, he was innocent, and he was anxious to leave everyone behind, and came to the realm of 'Kunlun South Ruins, from the Extreme Abyss'.

This area is even more interesting.

This is the battlefield of ancient times, in ancient times, Tai Sui Chimei and Humanities Fuxi competed for the qualification to rule the mountains, seas, heaven and earth, and the last continent of disputes.

Countless sigils were applied to both sides of the saki, layer upon layer of strict defense, layer by layer cracking, collapsing the original appearance of the earth boundary, and the force of the flow pushed the surface plate from floating and flowing.

The dead souls are absorbed in the plants and rock molds, so that the land gradually awakens its consciousness and learns to extract essence.

The immortal and demonic forces flowing inside, the remaining seals, are striking, and they have continued to fight for hundreds of years, so they have no posture to stop the drum.

You urge me to hurry all day long, so it's not lively.

In the later period, the grass and trees spirit beasts that were stranded in this land, the mineral treasures became more and more strange and dangerous, full of wisdom roots, the creation of the sky, and Sui Zhu and walls everywhere.

At the same time, this is the sanctuary of the mountains and seas, the earth and the immortals, all those who are not capable of comprehension, and who are constantly red and earthly, or who have cultivated to a low level of immortal cultivation, choose to inhabit here after experiencing the entire mountain and sea continent.

As soon as they landed, they caused the scene in front of them to be turned upside down, and the wind was raging.

This realm has its own personality and variety, and it can penetrate the purpose of the comer, and choose the person he likes to enter the realm as guests, or expel him, or become the supply of the evil spirits of the demon realm.

At present, the wind is raging, and I am afraid that everyone in front of me is not welcome, and there is a great posture of expulsion.

With a free hand, he put out the sigil, burned, and threw it, and ran into the eye of the wind, connecting a former friend.

The wind swept the sigil out, dismissively, and declared the master of this realm, and he himself had the final say, and then echoed two roars, swallowing the mountains and rivers.

Not enough to attract its attention, bribing some of the world's wonders, the realm does not welcome visitors.

He changes his mood all the time, and may guide you directly to the destination place, pick up the treasure you want, and then send you away safe and sound.

may deliberately lead you to the side of the resentful undead for them to devour, and will even set up layers of tests to catch the immortal cultivators, and do things according to their mood.

When the distraction appeared, it was the most unpleasant time in this realm.

At this moment, it does not welcome anyone to step into its territory, if it doesn't work, it doesn't work, and it becomes more and more intense.

I was helpless to let the little girl in her arms breathe weaker, as if the plague realm was her protection, and she broke off the connection, making this body weak and dying.

You Yan leaned over sadly, worried.

"What should I do?" said the bearer.

Everyone has entered this realm before, and knows how dangerous it is, and today's situation is afraid that it will turn everyone away, and it is unprecedentedly unpleasant.

"Break hard!" "Break through!" is grinding the roots of his teeth, more imposing.

Beihuang glanced at it, frowned, and understood.

Everyone raised the runes, lined them up, hurriedly painted the runes, overlapped and rearranged, a huge rune hung in front of them, absorbing the qi that flowed from several people, and with a push, it was rolled into the eye of the wind.

This is a seal that has increased the strength of everyone, and it needs to be opened at the same time, so that they all have a rigorous appearance, and their voices are full of energy, and their hearts and minds are united.

"Break!" said in unison.

The eye of the storm was fixed, and the flowing object hung for a moment, and it was clear to see.

Wandering away against time, running into the boundary, followed by everyone, the talisman was thrown, and smoothly shuttled into the deep layer of the boundary, and the crowd walked along the craggy pumice rock, the eaves walked on the wall, and went to the center of the boundary.

One can imagine the realm that has been teased, the ideology of awakening.

Since the year of consciousness, it has always been the only one who determines the attitude of the realm, whether it is welcomed or rejected.

It can make an admirer wait for countless years, and never let it step into the earth, or it can let a mediocre mountain dweller, a walking beast, come in and wander around, and guide it out.

But it is not permissible for people without its consent to make their own claims, and in this way, they can slip under their noses into the realm.

Suddenly resentful and murderous.

The energy of everyone's sigils was fading, and they turned their heads cautiously, and the wind was surging behind them.

The only remaining wind-fixing power of the sigil was chewed up by the earthly consciousness, and he was furious.

It was roaring, making a gesture, viciously telling everyone that he was the master of this realm, and these mayflies were actually teasing me, hysterical.

In front of everyone's eyes, at some point, a samurai figure stood up, absorbing the flowing mist and towering to the sky, until you could see his form clearly, and the giant sword swung down.

'Boom!' cleaved the rocks at his feet, urging people to run into the bottom of the abyss, and disappeared.

Before a few of them could react, a wave of elemental power overwhelmed them, and the Northern Wilderness was thrown into the eye of the wind, and the electricity came out of a lifetime of white bones.

The bearer and the female body were smashed down the mountain rock by the gushing water column and arm-like grabbing, and passed out.

The fire burned along the smoke of Youyan, and suddenly rose up, and the waves of fire covered her figure, and the demon god rose to the sky.

The free pestle was at the top of the demon godwind, and he was embarrassed.

Mouthing out the blood, the earthly consciousness of the wind and clouds swords, urging himself to roll and crawl, and he was seven points annoyed.

This box saw more momentum, pulling the wind and clouds, continuously absorbing the energy in the earth boundary, doubling the body, and the northern wilderness squeezed out of the eye of the wind, physically and mentally exhausted, lying on the ground.

This realm consciousness is not comparable to mortals, immortal cultivators, it has an endless supply of energy, and this entire realm is supporting its momentum, endlessly.

It has no scruples, no scruples, and it will slaughter the wandering people with joy today.

Never before has it been desecrated once, so high-sounding.

It is the master of this realm, a unique existence, and no race it welcomes, no matter what form it takes, is not allowed to set foot in the realm.

What's more, the wandering Wind Fixing Sigil teased it alive in one fell swoop, and the sword was majestic...

The primeval king is covered with a color, and the ancestor Pangu stands behind the demon god.

There is also a repressive trick to dissociate.

With a glare, the fury spread, turning over the mountains and reclaiming the sea, cutting off the giant form of the earthly realm consciousness, and connecting it to the connected body, the energy that was constantly absorbed from this realm from far away, all together, disintegrated and collapsed.

The consciousness of the earth realm recognizes this majestic force, the master of the primeval period, the king of Pangu himself.

The passer-by in front of him inherited the color of the primeval king, and was a little shocked.

The consciousness of the earth realm then turned into a small human shape, pestle on the suspended pumice rock on one side, looked at the wandering from afar, rested Wang Se and the demon god, received the hexagram, his heels were soft, and he fell into the abyss with Ju Yao Miyue in his arms.

At the same time, because of the previous resentment of the Earth Realm Consciousness, countless evil spirits were summoned to help, and at this moment, the mountains and fields were surrounded by black figures, and they were full of ghosts.

Holding knives and axes, wearing ancient armor, they all look like they are still in the wind, stunned, and a little infiltrating.

The green miasma of smoke followed the ghost, all over the mountains, looking hungrily at the living creatures.

The man and horse were ghostly, and the general looked like he ran into the abyss, scooped up the wandering little girl, looked at the identity of the person who came, and approached the skull face and sucked it greedily.

All the ghosts rushed to the smoke, the Northern Wilderness and the dove, the bow-bearer...

These netherworlds are the clans under the command of the demons who died in battle during the Great War of Immortals and Demons, the clans they led, and the transformed clans.

Because of the special nature of this land, the resentment of these dead creatures has been fed, and the souls have not disappeared.

It is even more contrary to the other, picking up the essence, constantly increasing the power of the soul, turning into a netherworld form, and wandering in this realm.

The Realm Consciousness does not interfere with every sub-race in this land, leaving it to flourish, for they have been left behind here before awakening.

It has a more deterrent effect, and the Netherworld can increase the adventurous nature of this realm, making immortal cultivators who come here fearful.

It's just that today's realm consciousness was annoyed by the rude actions of everyone, but it was unexpectedly shocked by a primeval king's color.

This is the formation of this heaven and earth, so far, the most powerful deterrent force, as far as the eye can see, the public is lurking.

Suddenly, the consciousness of the earth realm can be continuously supplied, and it is inexhaustible, and after resisting the wandering king, it is daunting.

This is the person chosen by heaven, who has inherited the spiritual power of Taizu Pangu, one in a million, dragon blood and phoenix marrow.

Then he leaned silently to the side, staring at the spirits of the undead who were being driven, and surrounded them, still thinking about the wandering deity and ability, and feeling the fierceness of this person.

The bell of the 'jingle bell' in the distance immediately turned around.

Together with the ghost generals who were sucking on everyone, they were also impatient, and they were all suffocating, and they were holding their fists and sleeves together.

A chubby earth fairy figure, sitting in a small carriage, led the four little lambs leading the way, and circled next to the top of the undead.

came to a sudden brake, staggered to the netherworld team, in front of the ghost general at the front, doing a small low, not as high as the ghost general's crotch.

The comer was tired and panting, busy breathing, and did not feel cold to the large team in front of him, and was complicit.

He has a goat's beard, a ball on his head and a branch, a bloated body, and a simple appearance.

It was a blessed state with a fat head and big ears, and his face was polished, holding a small scepter and limping to the rock face, his balance was shaky, and he was about to fall into the abyss in a panic, pretending.

He deliberately carried the ghosts behind his back, and smiled angrily.