Luan Ran flew over one place, and Li Yan was absorbing the essence of heaven and earth to cultivate, ignoring foreign affairs.

And below here, there is a beautiful and refined woman, it is Gongsun Lange, she stroked an ancient white-whiskered tree, and sighed: "Your lifespan is 100 million years, and after so many years, you still haven't been able to become sperm, do you know why?"

The ancient white-whiskered tree shook its body, as if to say that it didn't know, and it was also confused.

Gongsun Lange said: "You are a very special existence, you have a human body in your previous life, but in your previous life, you did nothing, you ate and waited for death, and after death, your soul actually became a tree spirit and was planted here as a seed. In the dark, you were dragged down by the mediocrity of your previous life, and it will take longer to cultivate into a spirit in this life, which is doomed and cannot be changed. ”

The old white-bearded tree shook a few times, and long sap flowed from the tree, which was sad and lamenting its misfortune.

Gongsun Lange said: "I'm here for you, you and I are destined, I will help you cultivate into a spirit body, but ...... I have a condition, you have to give up the spirit of your past life to me, are you willing?"

The leaves of the ancient white-whiskered tree rattled and seemed pleasant, agreeing to the exchange.

Gongsun Lan Ge nodded, and pressed his hand into the body of the tree, and strange power was injected into it. The ancient white-whiskered tree gradually deformed and transformed into a human body, still with white hair and white beard.

Gongsun Lan Ge withdrew his hand, and there was a flash of spiritual light in his palm, merging into his body for her.

In an instant, her strength skyrocketed, rising from the middle rank of the Dao Infant Realm to the high rank.

The white-bearded tree spirit monster bowed down to Gongsun Lan Ge and said, "Thank you for letting me cultivate into a spirit monster!"

Gongsun Lange helped him up and said with a smile: "Don't thank me, we are each taking what we need and helping each other! Your nature in your previous life still exists, and there are still obstacles to your future cultivation and progress, and there is nothing wrong with publicizing yourself, at least you will be recognized by heaven and earth, and knowing your existence, you will be given more benefits." ”

The white-whiskered tree spirit was taught, and said, "Thank you for your advice, I will remember it in my heart!"

Gongsun Lange got what he wanted, was very satisfied, and flew to the next destination. She is running around like this, looking for her luck opportunity, so that she can become the infant saint of the Dao Infant Realm in such a short period of time.

She didn't know that the direction she flew in was the same as Li Yan, and Li Yan naturally didn't know either. The two were far away from each other, and they didn't know where each other was.

A day later, Yusi Liu controlled the chariot to fly past here, glanced at the white-whiskered tree spirit monster scurrying excitedly in the forest sea below, and smiled slightly, I don't know what such little elves are doing so excited!

She looked ahead and said to herself: "It's your smell, I finally smelled the chase, this time I must catch up with you and humiliate you!"

There is no area under the jurisdiction of the Dingzong, and the largest city is called Fengcheng, in which only the Feng people dominate the entire city. Once upon a time, there were other families living here, but now they have become slaves of the Feng people, enslaved for generations.

On this day, somewhere in Fengcheng, millions of Venerable Masters confronted each other, and the leaders of the two sides were each in the high-level realm of the Infant Realm, for a handsome man and a charming woman.

The handsome baby boy sat in the chariot of a 100,000-fold ship, sitting alone on a cloud seat covered with colorful animal skins, and there was a beautiful Taoist slave girl beside him.

The Taoist slave girl fed a sip of wine, he raised his eyes and stared at the front, and asked with a smile: "Feng Yiwen, what is today's bet?"

Opposite him was another 100,000-fold speed boat, on which sat the charming baby girl saint, and behind him stood two male slaves, both of whom were high-level Dao masters of the Initial Dao Realm. One of the Taoist male slaves was unusually handsome, and the other Taoist male slave was burly, but his face was plain, but he had a deep and unremarkable demeanor.

The charming baby girl Shengfeng Yiwen lightly opened her cherry lips and said: "Feng Wanyi, why don't you just take whoever loses, who will make a bet on Wanshou Mountain for a month?"

The handsome baby boy Sheng Feng was silent for a while, and said, "Feng Yiwen, there's no need to bet so much!"

Feng Yiwen giggled and said, "We've fought five times, this time we always have to make a big bet, let's get excited!"

Feng Wanjue shook his head and said, "This is not an irritation, but it will be fatal!"

Feng Yiwen smiled and said, "Just say it! Are you willing to gamble?"

Feng Wan thought for a long time, stared at Feng Yiwen, and asked, "Do you think you will win?"

Feng Yiwen said: "We have always been half-catty and eight-tael, each with a winner or a loser, and this time, I have no absolute chance of winning." ”

Feng Wanjue sighed: "You madman, crazy woman...... Okay, I'll take a gamble with you. ”

The two leaders reached an agreement, and the millions of confronting masters swam in two formations, rushing forward and colliding together. This is the two armies, or the armies of the strong, fighting each other, and the blood of the killing is like a river.

Feng Wanjue and Feng Yiwen are also tens of thousands of years old, as the two top wizards of the Feng clan, they are deeply optimistic about the future of the people in power of their clan, and they intend to cultivate a new generation of power in the Wuding Sect. The ancestor of the Wuding Sect, Feng Taihe, is also the ancestor of the Feng family, his son Feng Dingsheng and grandson Feng Huachang are focused on cultivating, and this Feng Wanjue and Feng Yiwen are also the best among his direct descendants.

Feng Wanjue and Feng Yiwen are of the same generation, especially Feng Yiwen is Feng Huachang's own granddaughter, the two do not give in to each other, they have been fighting since childhood, and they almost died in a fight.

For this reason, Feng Huachang issued an order, the two must not fight again, and the two who were not convinced by each other had to fight in this way.

This kind of warfare is extremely cruel, but it is only a game for them, for them, no matter how many slaves die, and the blood stains the earth, it is just the spice of life, adding a touch of color and fun.

Some people have become accustomed to ignoring life, believing that respect is a luxury, and only cold-blooded and ruthless will not pluck the heartstrings. The death of many lives is just regarded as a trivial matter, just like the passing of flowing water and the passage of time.

Feng Wanjue and Feng Yiwen are like this, they let the people kill people miserably, their bodies fall like sieve rain, the sky and the earth are stained with blood red, and they are also indifferent, only caring about the outcome of this war.

In the vast Fengcheng, there are too many trillions of people, scum-like lowly pigs and dogs, these slaves die when they die, and there are countless slaves for them to squander their lives. As long as some spirit stones are provided, it only takes hundreds of thousands of years, and countless Venerable slaves have been created for them to entertain and kill, just like a piece of weeds burned for a piece, and it will soon grow again.

The Venerable Master's slaves became fewer and fewer, and in the end only tens of thousands of people remained, all of whom were red-eyed and fighting desperately, knowing that only by surviving on this battlefield and killing the absolute party could they gain the favor of their masters and continue to survive.

At the last moment, Feng Wanjue and Feng Yiwen were also watching nervously, this gambling fight was not only a matter of face, but also related to their own lives. Wanshou Mountain is a terrifying place, although it covers a small area, it is one of the hundred lives of those who enter, and even the Jiezun is no exception.

In the end, only two Venerable Masters were left, each on one side, and they were already crazy, and after fighting each other, they both died.

No one expected such a result, Feng Wanjue and Feng Yiwen were sluggish, and they were even victorious and defeated, and the Venerable slaves who belonged to them were all dead, and there was no way to fight again!

Feng Wan looked at the two Daoist male slaves behind Feng Yiwen in despair, and said, "This is too strange, since the Venerable Master's slaves are all dead, do we want to divide the victory and defeat in another way?"

Feng Yiwen hesitated for a moment and said, "Are you trying to take advantage of it......?" Are you willing to let Xie Mihong fight to the death?"

Feng Wanjue looked at the beautiful Taoist slave girl beside him, with some reluctance in his eyes and a slight hesitation.

Feng Yiwen's beautiful eyes turned, and she smiled coquettishly: "Seeing that you are not reluctant, don't propose it brainlessly." ”

Feng Wanjue sneered: "Even if I am willing, can you be willing to send Zong Wuknock to death?"

Feng Yiwen glanced back at the handsome Taoist male slave and said with a smile: "Why are you reluctant, a lowly slave, I have long been tired of playing, but his strength is still weak, I will not send him to fight." ”

Daoist male slave Zong Wu bowed his head, his face expressionless, and his face twitched slightly.

Feng Wanjue groaned for a moment and said, "Feng Yiwen, Xie Mihong is a high-level senior realm of the Beginning Dao Realm, and those two lucky slaves of yours, Zong Wujiao and Tang Zhengqi, are just high-level realms of the Beginning Dao Realm, so how do you say you should divide the winner from the loser?"

Feng Yiwen said with a smile: "This time you must decide the winner and loser, as long as you are willing to fight Xie Mihong, I will send Tang Zhengqi to fight." ”

Feng Wan was absolutely silent, he was really reluctant to Xie Mihong to fight, and it was okay to have no knock on Shangzong, but that Tang Zhengqi was unpredictable.

He still remembered that more than two thousand years ago, during the fifth gambling fight, only Tang Zhengqi was left on the other side, but there were still dozens of senior master slaves of the Gathering Dao Realm on his side, and in such a cruel battle, that hateful slave could still fight undiminished and miraculously live.

In the end, Tang Zhengqi upgraded to the Primordial Dao Realm on the battlefield, and struggled to kill the remaining dozen or so Venerable slaves, standing covered in blood, like an unyielding god of war.

This hateful slave has terrifying explosive power in his body, and he is tenacious, and in a short period of time, he has actually risen to the realm of the first Dao realm, which can be described as a demon. You must know that lowly slaves are only worthy of cultivating with spirit stones, and Tang Zhengqi, as a living winner, can only be rewarded with the best spirit stones, that is, if you can cultivate to the high level of the Initial Dao Realm for two thousand years, the potential is not abundant.

Xie Mihong has spoiled her since she survived the second gambling fight, and since she has been around for a long time, she has a deep attachment to this female slave, and she is naturally reluctant to let her go out to face the unknown Tang Zhengqi.

Feng Wanjue smiled and said, "I will send Xie Mihong Zhanzong without knocking, how about it?"

Feng Yiwen sneered: "Are you stupid to me? I can only fight Tang Zhengqi, otherwise there is no need to talk about it." ”

The two sides fell into silence and couldn't talk!

After a while, Feng Yiwen asked, "Feng Wanjue, are you interested in Wanshou Mountain?"

Feng Wanjue frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Feng Yiwen said: "I have a proposal, let's enter Wanshou Mountain together, whoever comes out first, even if whoever wins, the loser will always admit defeat in the future, how about it?"

Feng Wanjue looked at Feng Yiwen in shock and said, "You are crazy, you must be crazy......"

Feng Yiwen said leisurely: "Huachang Ancestor does not allow us to fight between us, you and I bet and fight six times, each will win or lose, or each will not accept anyone, it is better to divide the winner and defeat at one time, isn't it good!"

Feng Wanjue shook his head and said, "I won't accompany you to send ...... to death."

Feng Yiwen's beautiful eyes flashed with madness, and she said, "Don't you want to get great benefits in Wanshou Mountain? You must know that Huachang Ancestor's Heavenly Treasure must be obtained in it, and we may also have the opportunity to obtain such a superb spiritual treasure! What Huachang Ancestor dares to do, don't we dare to do it in fear?"

Feng Wanjue still shook his head and said, "Don't think I don't know, Huachang Ancestor just strayed into it and got out by luck." ”

Feng Yiwen said: "Don't care if you entered by mistake or not, in short, the two of us, as the most promising disciples of the Feng clan to enter the Wuding Sect, can we not even have this bit of guts?"

Feng Wanjue continued to shake his head and said, "It's not a matter of guts, it's about begging for death." ”

Feng Yiwen said disdainfully: "You just admit that you are not as good as me!"

Feng Wanjue stared at her with wide eyes, and said angrily: "How can I be inferior to you, since I was a child, I have not fallen under you." ”

Feng Yiwen sneered: "I dare to be crazy, do you dare?"

The space fell silent for a moment, and only the smell of blood wafted into this space, which also stimulated the ferocity of Feng Wan.

Feng Wan's eyes also flashed with madness, and he said, "Okay, let's enter Wanshou Mountain and divide the winners and losers." ”

Feng Yiwen's jade hand gently tapped on the armrest of the cloud seat, a strange look appeared on her face, and she smiled knowingly.

Behind her, Tang Zhengqi stood calmly, looking at Xie Mihong opposite, she also happened to look, and both of them looked away at the same time.

Zong Wu still bowed his head, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and his face twitched involuntarily.

Wanshou Mountain is located in the east of Fengcheng, this mountain is extremely strange, although it covers an area of only 1,000 miles, the mountain is 10,000 feet high, but it is a taboo place. No matter how strong you are, the person who goes in will be forbidden, difficult to fly, difficult to get out, and gradually aging.

According to the saying of the human world, it is to enter the mountain and live forever, and has been a ghost of Huangquan.

Ordinary human beings will die of old age when they enter, and strong people with spirit bodies will gradually age, and good luck can get out, and bad luck can only die inside.

Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a Ascending Immortal Realm who wanted to destroy this mountain, but like other strong people, he vigorously struck like a mud cow into the sea, and disappeared, but after that, he died at the hands of the enemy.

It is said that some of those who were lucky enough to come out have received benefits, just like Feng Huachang who obtained the best spiritual treasure in this mountain. Therefore, it is rumored that there is a treasure in this mountain, and those who are destined to get it, but they must also be able to survive to come out, and the strong people are afraid and love this mountain.

Wanshou Mountain is very famous, but not famous, its treacherous and terrifying, many strong people are aware, but it occupies too small an area, and it is not marked on the map.

The 100,000-fold speed boat chariot can fly to Wanshou Mountain in only 20 days, Feng Wanjue and Feng Yiwen float outside the mountain, looking at this seemingly ordinary, in fact, terrible and famous strange mountain.

Feng Yiwen smiled and said, "Let's go in!"

Feng Wanjue looked at Wanshou Mountain with some trepidation, frowned at Zong Wujiao and Tang Zhengqi behind Feng Yiwen, and asked, "Do they want to go in too?"

Feng Yiwen looked at Xie Mihong behind Feng Wanjue, and said with a smile: "Aren't you also going to take her in!"

Feng Wanjue sneered and said: "It's very treacherous inside, you will encounter unimaginable things, you have to be ready, don't get caught up in it, and age to death!"

Feng Yiwen smiled: "You also have to be mentally prepared, don't come out before me!"

Feng Wanjue said with a calm face: "Don't talk nonsense, let's go in!"

The two led the slaves and fell towards Wanshou Mountain, Tang Zhengqi and Xie Mihong were expressionless, and Zong Wuwu was afraid, but he had to obey his master.

As soon as you fall into the mountains, the scene changes dramatically, and you are actually in a small town. The town is small, much smaller than the small town in the Nether Realm, and it is full of decay, dirty streets, dilapidated houses, and even cobwebs.

Some of them were old, walking with difficulty, and some were in the prime of life, most of them with pale temples, and they wandered like wandering spirits.

Seeing these five people coming in, these people seemed to be shaking their heads and sighing at the same time, and some people coveted the benefits inside and came in to die.

At the same time, the five of them also felt that a strange force was eroding them, making them all feel a sense of decadence, and their spirits were extremely weak.

Feng Wanjue tried to hit a palm, but it was soft, and he could only hit a pit on the ground. As rumored, it is impossible to exert great force here, and it is difficult to kill anyone.

An old man came up to him and sighed, "Why did you come in too?"

Feng Wanjue and Feng Yiwen looked at this old man with goosebumps on his face, and they were all surprised, this person turned out to be a powerful person of the Feng clan, and he was already a middle-level Feng Wudu in the world realm.

I haven't seen him for a long time, it turns out that he actually came to Wanshou Mountain, and he may have spent a hundred years in it!

Feng Wanjue asked in surprise, "Third Grandpa, why are you here?"

Feng Wudu sighed: "It's not Feng Huachang's trouble, he has been determined by heaven here, who doesn't know! I thought about it for a long time, I wanted to try my luck here, and finally made up my mind, but I was trapped here for a hundred years and couldn't get out." ”

Feng Yiwen's eyes flashed, and she said, "Grandpa just strayed in here and got out of trouble by chance, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get out." ”

Feng Wudu said: "I know, it's just that the so-called chance moon bud flower can't be found! Feng Yiwen, have you heard him say, where does this moon bud flower grow?"

Feng Yiwen shook her head and said: "Grandpa said that he fell down a cliff in it and found the moon bud flower, but where the specific cliff is, after going out, his memory is strangely blurred, and he can't remember it anymore." ”

A trace of yin poison flashed in Feng Wudu's cloudy eyes, and he asked, "Why did you and Feng Wanjue come here, do you also want to get benefits?"

Feng Yiwen said: "You know that he and I have been seeing that the other party is not convinced, so I proposed to come here, if whoever goes out first will be the final winner." ”

Feng Wudu sighed: "Confused, you are confused! How can you be rash and come here to make a risk! You are all the peerless geniuses of our clan, and if you want to cultivate into a powerful figure of the Wuding Sect, if you die here, wouldn't it be a huge loss for our clan!"