Wandering and 'Kunlun South Ruins, from the Extreme Abyss' fell into a battle with the realm consciousness, and the netherworlds were menacing, picking up the unconscious bodies and starting to eat.

Previously, Wandering had been insisting on throwing a sigil into the center of the realm, and finally received its response.

This little old man riding a little lamb, fat and big-eared, entered in a strange way, and immediately attracted all the ghostly generals, eyeing them fiercely.

He deliberately put on a funny appearance, and didn't seem to care about the huge lineup in front of him.

Or, in other words, they have become accustomed to it.

Then I saw him fall on all fours, struggling to get up.

His mount, the carriage, and the lamb fell into the abyss, and the rocks of the mountain turned into a flock of birds, and hurried back to their master, holding him by the hair to help him.

After all the abolition, he barely stood firm, facing everyone with exhaustion, and he looked like he was about to break his waist when he blew more breaths.

The ghosts and forests were unmoved.

"So—" He glanced with disdain, full of ambition.

"Let's go to war!" suddenly cheered.

The birds around him lined up side by side, turning into countless vertical doors, opening, and a steady stream of other people who looked like soldiers poured out.

There was a green ghost qi that was different from the ghostly pawn, and the army that appeared was a series of white mist, instantly congesting the entire realm, and the two forces each occupied half of the country.

The person who came was called the old boy and the earth fairy.

The characters of the ancient period, and the status of the three immortals of the Demon Clan, the same as the status of the three immortals, Ying Zhao, Huai Ghost, and Emperor Bo.

He represents the immortal cultivation realm, the group power of humanities and Fuxi, living in seclusion in this realm.

Behind him, the column of Shijia with white mist is also the last battle of the immortals and demons, and the immortal warriors who died on this realm represent the justice of the world, and after death, the soul absorbs the offerings of the realm and forms the climate.

These two combat forces continued the fate of the last battle of the immortals and demons, and they pinched each other in this realm for three days, and no one obeyed anyone.

Because they are all souls, immortal and indestructible, compared to this momentum, until the opponent's lineup is dispersed and wiped out, Fang Shan is willing to give up.

The exiled soul will return to the parasitic zone of the two clans, precipitate, and re-emerge into a powerful body, gather enough momentum, and wait for the next war drum, repeatedly, and never get tired.

Even in the form of dead souls, they always hold fast to their beliefs.

The old boy who lived in seclusion here became the leader of this group of righteous souls, riding a horse, and from time to time leading the team to smash the wolf's den, forcing the Netherworld to be exhausted.

Even if they are immortal, this group of dead soldiers still has a noble faith and a desire to conquer.

Today, as soon as I received the call for wandering, I happily rushed to get together with my friends, and I saw this crowded posture.

Thinking about not fighting for a long time, the green ghost body that has repeatedly suffered defeats looks like crazy again.

The old boy shook his body, summoned his own thousands of troops and horses, waved his pen, was well-equipped, had everything, and then drew the beasts and birds that helped him, the wind and thunder artillery, and prepared to fight politely.

The elder boy is still painting, and he can transform the things he paints into reality and use them on his own spirits, which is a disadvantage to the opponent, and he is overstretched.

The Chang Gejia war horses lined up in this line were magnificent, waiting for him to give an order.

"Hit!" said excitedly.

With a finger of his hand, the army of undead behind him ran through Changhong, and surrounded the netherworld, and the people turned over on their backs, fought several times, and crushed the crowd into a flowing mist.

These are the bodies of the souls, immortal and immortal, even if they take off their bodies and take their heads, they are only dispelled and turned into wisps of smoke, making small bows, flowing back to the place where they gather, waiting to be re-transformed into a body.

The Netherworld and the others began to flee in defeat, and the old children rode leisurely on the little lamb to pull the cart, fishing away from everyone all the way, tied to the back of the cart, humming a small tune, and swimming past the undead as they were unaccustomed to it, hiding back and forth.

Seeing the unconscious free arms, the little girl who had changed her complexion was still puzzled and frowned.

"Chase!" commanded the small soldiers who came forward to report, and pointed crookedly as if the enemy army had been routed and was absconding.

The Elder Earth Immortal put on a sophisticated posture, and the people and horses standing in the pestle immediately poured into the abyssal lair, the gathering place of the netherworld, and smashed the Yellow Dragon.

These dead men followed Fu Xi loyally in front of him, and after his death, he still believed in his faith, vowing to fight these ghosts to the end.

The soul does not think about the problem like the physical body, this kind of meaningless struggle, the soul does not need to feel the suffering of the world, the seven emotions and six desires.

When the soul is separated from the body, it continues the resentment before death, so it always follows the elders and earth immortals tirelessly, repeatedly inflicting heavy losses on the Netherworld army, and repeating the cycle.

There is no memory, no sensory perception, there is a passion that was a hundred years ago, as if it was yesterday when he died.

As long as he is recruited to fight against the Netherworld, he must go to the posture of fighting the fire.

He chased the defeated Netherworld Army and chased down the abyss of the earthly realm, vigorously.

At night, the battle of the undead that had been noisy for half a night, and the side led by the elders and earth immortals won the victory, and the Netherworld Legion was crushed into a flowing mist, and hid at the bottom of the deeper abyss, beating drums and stopping the army.

The elder boy drove the lamb cart, hummed a ballad, and lay straight with his legs crossed.

Behind the cart were the unconscious people, like a bunch of people hanging balloons, staggering back and forth.

Behind him, the consciousness of the earth realm turned into a female body, watching from a distance.

Day 2.

The cabin, built on a suspended rock, cut through the clouds to greet the first rays of light.

A day full of energy.

Warmth awakens the free.

In the scene of the consciousness of the rugged realm, he used the primeval king color to the limit, and was later sucked away by the Netherworld Death, resulting in a severe coma.

The body is repairing the deprived part and calming the nerves.

Staggered and sat down, and saw this familiar ornament.

Refining Dan dime bottles and jars, all kinds of sigils are stacked on the talisman writing table, green plants and flowers are hanging in a circle along the wall, the walls are full of holes, and hummingbirds are in and out wantonly, building nests on the beams of the roof.

The owner of this house is a bit scruffy and has a bizarre aesthetic.

Then he looked at the placement in front of him, and carefully pondered the strange place, and a few golden chickens were pacing idly and walked in from outside the door.

The spilled cardamom, the hearth where the water is boiling, the tables, the chairs, everything is so unusual in the eyes of the free.

He got up and came to the middle of the objects, looked at it carefully, denied it, picked up the small scepter of the old boy and the earth fairy, and tested his hand with his back to test his feelings.

Suddenly, he turned around, stabbed the bird's nest on the top of the beam, pushed a chubby old man off the ground, caught him off guard, and was busy stepping forward to help, full of spring breeze.

The elderly earth fairy is drunk, and he sleeps immediately, and he can't distinguish between the southeast and the northwest.

"How much have you drunk!"

This is the playmate you met when you stepped into this realm adventure, the earth fairy character, who lives here all year round.

The magic power is vast, and an ink pen can change a set of clothes to the earth, embellishing all kinds of wonders to whitewash its legend.

The elder immortal is still painting, and he is the best in writing sigils, and he is a supernatural existence.

It is not just an ordinary sigil, enhanced and destroyed, but the paintings he makes can be transformed into real objects and put into reality, of course, with a certain time limit, turning ink into gold and sprinkling beans into soldiers.

In the Great War of Immortals and Demons, the most critical core battle, assisted Fu Xi to subdue the Red Charm, and the first system decided today's situation, the century of cultivating immortals.

"I still can't hide your sharp eyes. He staggered to his feet, looking at the two of them, fighting corns.

"I'm here!" Wandering twisted his head, looked at himself, and smiled.

These two people are separated by grandchildren, and the elderly like to wander the talent, and they are young and have hands and eyes.

You Li admired this half-short little chubby mound, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, leading him to swim all over this territory.

Of course, the excellent are always attracted by the better, and I especially admire its ability to make runes, and they can do whatever they want.

Although the two are separated by nearly a century, they have worlds of different visions, and the things they have experienced are still singing and acquiescing.

For a figure who has seen the vicissitudes of the world, it is nothing more than chasing the more comparable treasures in the world, and wandering is the treasure in the eyes of the elderly and the earth.

The former is in awe of the latter's long-standing qualifications, and the one-sidedness that cultivation and standing in this heaven and earth can influence.

once called a brother and a brother.

"It's too obvious to be a chair, it's too obvious to be a table, it's too obvious, it's too obvious, it's too much, and he gestures to the stove that boils water under him.

I didn't have time to breathe, swallowed a burp, urged a strong smell of wine, and couldn't smile from ear to ear.

"Think about it, it's just that, every time you guess, this time it can't become something in front of you...", he said solemnly, reaching out for the scepter.

As he handed it over, he walked slowly out the door on crutches, and the birds flew over his head, picking at his hair in a lively manner.

Wandering followed.

The two pestles are on the edge of the cliff facing this magnificent and magnificent land, clothed in neon everywhere, and the place where the eye can be seen is peaceful.

Clouds and mist swirled around the boundary, at the mercy of confusion, shifting the formation.

From time to time, the waterfall flows out of the sky, piercing through the flying birds and reptiles.

Some of the suspended rocks, some of which are not moving, and the part of the consciousness that has been awakened, will sink into the deep valley of clouds and mist, and then escape from the sky above the earthly realm, and so on.

With a wave of the ink pen of the fairy in the elderly, the valley bloomed brilliantly, with fire trees and silver flowers, purple and red.

This scene is a bit similar to the scenery intervened by the Plague Realm and the Vertical Sand Tianyu, which makes people look forward to it and feel relaxed, especially in the face of this glow.

The old boy earth fairy turned around and pulled, and the house that originally existed turned into a sigil, pinched into a fist, twisted it, and turned into ashes.

This is a smoke miasma that he painted, greeting the wanderer in a familiar way, and he liked this child.

Don't panic, he'll burp again.