The black ocean is boundless, spreading throughout the western part of the ancient battlefield. Countless dry bones floated on it, and those dry bones were of different shapes, some original and some new, and there were still countless monks who lingered here, trying to find a way to cross this sea.

After all, behind this sea is the city of bones, which only exists in legends. On this cracked and broken land, there are dry bones everywhere, and there are broken magic weapons, they are rusty, lying quietly on the ground, the past years, the glory they once had, now all withered.

Countless dazzling rays of light flew towards the east of this ancient battlefield world, those people were the monks who entered this world later, waiting for them in front of them were tall white bone peaks, looking at it, even if they were hundreds of thousands of miles away, they could still see that the bone peaks were like forests.

"Young master, should we ......?"

On top of a towering bone peak, an old man, dressed in rags and carrying ten huge sword boxes, followed behind a young man. The young man was dressed in white like snow, wearing a silver silk robe, with starry eyebrows and sword eyes, and his long black hair hanging down like a waterfall.

He listened to the war songs from the distant heavens, and listened to the stories of the years in them. A trace of cold sword intent swirled around him, and he raised his head and looked into the depths of the Thousands of Bone Peaks, where a dazzling brilliance rose to the sky.

The brilliance was incomparably dazzling, brilliant and white, and as soon as it appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of countless monks.

"There is a mysterious herb in the Oriental Bone Forest. ”

"There is a supreme medicinal herb in the Oriental Bone Forest, which is rumored to be related to immortals. ”

"There is a supreme immortal herb in the Eastern Bone Forest, and there are already descendants of the Great Dao Dynasty who are going to fight for it. ”

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However, in less than an hour, countless monks immediately flew towards the White Bone Giant Forest in the east, each of them showing their magical powers, just to reach the depths of the White Bone Giant Forest one step earlier than the others.

"Fellow Daoists, I don't know where you are going?" a little Taoist boy, carrying a wooden bookcase, made a gesture at a few rays of light that were flying towards the east, and an invisible transparent barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking the path of several monks.

"Who dares to stop ............ It turned out to be the Fallen Dao Boy, I heard that in the depths of the white bone peak in the east, there is a peerless immortal elixir produced, although our cultivation is not a profound person, but we also want to see the demeanor of those geniuses. ”

"Then I won't bother, thank you for your understanding. The little Taoist boy grinned at them, he waved his hand, and the invisible barrier dispersed, and the monks who were blocked immediately turned into a few rays of light and flew away into the distance.

It's not that they don't get angry, but they don't dare to be angry, the Dao boy who just blocked the way is a person from Luo Tiandaomen, a waiter from Luo Tiandaomen's unborn genius, although he is just a small Dao boy, but it is still not an existence that these ordinary casual cultivators can provoke.

"Lord Yichenzi, let's go too. Xiao Daotong lifted the belt of the wooden box on his shoulder, turned his head and said to an ethereal young man.

The young man knelt on a white cloth, and in front of him was a simple small table, on which a white Dao fire was burning, and a pot of strong tea was gradually boiling, and the rich and deep fragrance of tea permeated him, and countless small white runes revolved around him.

The young man stroked his hanging hair, smoothed his slightly wrinkled robe, picked up the teacup unhurriedly, and took a sip, countless white divine radiances emanating from his body.

"Don't worry, the one from the Sword House hasn't moved yet, what's more, the one from the Ten Thousand Demon Ancient Dao hasn't appeared either, has he. The young man smiled and groaned, picked up the teacup on the table again, and took a sip. There was a flash of light in his eyes, he was Luo Tiandao's body, and he should be the same generation.

"Let's go, let's see. The white-clothed young man groaned, and an ice-blue sword aura floated from his fingers, and finally turned into an ice-blue long sword, which fled towards the east with him. The old man with the sword box on his back was silent, a black sword qi rose, and he turned into sword light and followed behind the young man in white.

Countless monks, countless brilliance, like thousands of streams returning to the sea, rushed to the deepest part of the bone peak at the fastest speed.

On the cyan ferry, Bai Ye stood up from the boat, looking at the countless splendors of the east and the glimmer of white divine light.

"So, thank you, old man. Bai Ye got off the boat and bowed to the old man in the cloth.

"Hahaha, old man, I'll play chess first. The old man laughed loudly, lifted the oars, propped up the ferry, and embarked on the way home. Bai Ye looked back, he glanced at the Oriental Bone Forest in the distance, and then set foot on the road to the East.

On the edge of the shore of the vast black ocean, no one knows, and no one cares, why a white-haired young man appeared here for no reason, and all the monks only saw the immortal herbs in the distance.

At the junction of the blue sea and the black sea, a blue ferry meets a black ferry. The old man in the lily robe smiled, he took out the money bag of the white night, and the heavy feeling made him secretly happy in his heart.

"Lao Tan, today Lao Long and I, I have earned a full three hundred taels of silver. The old man in the cloak was red at this moment, his white mustache trembled slightly with the muscles of his face, and his face was full of smugness for a while.

"Isn't it just three hundred taels of wine money, what crazy are you, come and come, play chess, play chess. The hoarse voice sounded, and the corpse-like man spoke, his body was rotten, and there was no trace of life in his body, but for some reason, he was still not dead.

The turquoise sea and the dark sea are connected, two ferries meet each other, two people, one life and one death, they gather together, take out a pair of bone chess, and play against each other on this sea.

A huge vine clings to an incomparably tall white bone peak, and an incomparably strong breath of life emanates from its plant, and every section of its branches and leaves is white and flawless, as warm as jade, and it exudes a strong divine radiance, attracting countless monks to come and fight.

And on the side of this vine, a big fat man with more than two hundred pounds, dressed in a tattered robe, sat on a broken wooden chair with a sad face, looking at the medicinal herbs that were only a stone's throw away from him.

The white array pattern manifested at the root of this plant, revealing a terrifying divine power, and no matter how hard the fat man on the side tried, he couldn't break it.

The fat man sighed, he was really helpless, he was already helpless, for the divine vine in front of him, he had tried all his means, but unfortunately, he could only break a formation. It had always been good here, but suddenly a white bone peak appeared, followed by this vine, and the fat man was almost stunned when he saw it.

"Two uncles, two Taoist friends, are you really not interested in this magical vine, no, the best magic medicine?"

"It's just a broken medicine, it's important to have my hammer?"

"It's just that it's far from being a pot of wine. The two middle-aged men also sat on the side, and they had been together with the fat man in front of them for nearly five or six days, and they were also very annoyed with him, and in the eyes of the two of them, the fat man's mouth did not stop for a moment except when he was eating.

"I feel like my business is coming. The fat man grinned, and just now, he pinched his fingers, and a golden light lit up from between his fingers.

"Great fortune!" exclaimed the fat man, almost silently.

"It's over, this fat man is driven crazy by money. The blacksmith and the hunter shook their heads, and looked at the smirking fat man with sympathetic eyes.

"Well, you two can watch me perform. The fat man smiled, took out a pair of ink treasures and a blank paper banner from his storage space, skillfully splashed ink, and wrote down big black characters with a wave - Drunken Conscience Pharmacy.

However, in just a few hours, countless monks had already rushed to the land of the White Bone Peak, and under the gray sky, the glowing white divine radiance was extremely eye-catching, and some monks had even fought with others before they reached the depths.

So during this period, there was a fat man wandering among the countless monks who fought with him, he was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, but he was holding a large white paper banner in his hand, and the words "Drunken Conscience Medicine Shop" were clearly visible.

"Come on, take a look, this store opens a big deal......" For a while, among the countless bone peaks, there was also a strange scene, countless monks fought here, just to compete for the qualification to go deeper, and a shameless obscene fat man wandered among them, selling his own elixir.

"Yo, Daoyou is injured, let's have a small pill that is unique to our store. The fat man approached a mortally wounded monk, tried to squeeze out an amiable smile, and pitched it to him.

"Get out, I don't buy ......"

"Daoyou's words are wrong. The fat man groaned, and then he pinched his finger, and a flash of silver brilliance flashed, and the monk immediately felt a sense of danger for his life.

"I, I buy, can't I buy it............"

"Come, ten medium-grade spirit stones, one Xiao Huandan, and a bottle of secret medicinal wine. ”

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"A sword from the west. A little cold light flashed, and an ice-blue long sword hung horizontally in the air, emitting a terrifying aura, and the boundless sword intent soared into the sky, approaching the formation pattern of the white magic circle.

But he didn't want a purple flame to appear out of thin air and incinerate the ice-blue long sword.

"Friend of Jianlu, you are too anxious. ”

"It's the Son of Ziyang, the ...... of the Ancient God Sect of the Northern Wilderness" In this kind of scene, there is never a shortage of spectators.

"What are you fighting for?" a white-haired young man, dressed in a black robe, walked slowly towards the white vines.

"I want this grass. The young man narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, his words were enough to make any spectator laugh, but at this moment, there was really no one to laugh at him.

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