Atrium World, the Island of a Thousand Islands.

It is located in the bitter cold land of the extreme north, when it is the cold winter wax moon, the north wind swept the ground to destroy the grass, and the snow flew in the sky.

The sky and the snow are one, the vastness is boundless, and there is no boundary.

However, no matter how beautiful the snow scene is, it can't hide all the immortal traces on the island of a thousand islands, and I don't know how many immortal cultivation sects have taken root here, or occupy a peak, or a valley, or an island.

They often protect the sect of the great array is fully open, in the unbounded heaven and earth, the boundless snow, the birth of a small piece of heaven and earth blessed land, which is full of greenery, spring smart, strange flowers and plants flourish, just like the April day in the world, and the mountain gate, the archway, the fairy steps, etc., or green jade, or white fat, or purple stone, are all full of treasure, emitting a faint light.

Here, spring and winter are strangely intertwined, and they are magnificent and magnificent.

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At the northernmost tip of the island of a thousand islands, it is also a nameless island in the middle of the extreme cold, in the snow, the air suddenly ripples like water waves, and a series of invisible and substantial thunderbolts split, and then a blood-colored figure falls from the sky, smashing to the ground, and the snow is chaotic!

Pain!

It hurts!

He Yingwu only felt that he had just desperately broken free from a distorted array of colors, and he fell weightlessly, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced.

Did you get to the atrium?

The wind was strong, and the snow covered half of his face, and he struggled to get up, but only held up a little, and then fell to his stomach.

During the smuggling journey, he had already exhausted his strength.

He was short of breath, like an old man who was about to die, his eyelids seemed to be weighted, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

Before he fainted, he saw a figure running towards him in a daze......

The guy's mouth was wide open, and he was supposed to be calling......

He felt like he was being dragged away......

The whole world is getting farther and farther away from him...... Farther and farther away......

The last shred of clarity faded, darkness struck, and he finally fainted.

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When I woke up again, it was already night.

Slowly opening his eyes, He Yingwu found himself lying on a warm bed with a thin quilt on his body, he frowned slightly and wanted to sit up, only to find that his hands and feet were tightly tied.

Looking around, this is a room of more than 100 square meters, there are eight beds in the room, and four lighting balls are slowly floating and sinking, obviously a miniature lighting formation that uses spirit stones to supply energy.

Under the bright lights, more than a dozen young people sat scattered together, giggling, fighting, and shouting.

He Yingwu exerted strength in his waist and abdomen, endured the severe pain all over his body, sat up gently, and the thin quilt slipped off his body and stacked it on his legs.

"Where is this?" he asked.

Hearing the voice, everyone turned back.

"Ahh Who are you?

"I? He seemed to be thinking hard, and asked hesitantly, "Golden Sword Gate...... Atrium World?

The big black man was stunned: "Nonsense! Of course it's the atrium!"

He Yingwu's heart is light!

It's just an atrium!

It's back!

He smiled, put his hands forward, raised his chin, and pointed to the big pimple made of ropes: "Why are you tying me?"

The big black man pouted: "You have a lot of injuries on your body, and you can see the bone stubble! Drag you back, and there will be only a tea time on the way, but you will be fine here! I suspect that you are not human, so I will naturally tie you up!"

He Yingwu smiled, his flat hands fell naturally, and then like a green worm, his legs bent, and with a slight kick, the whole person moved upward, leaning against the wall, and then looked down at his body, as if there were no scars.

"Probably...... Possible...... I'm a little bit more resilient!" he smiled cheerfully, "but it's a real person!"

"You have to be honest with me before I can loosen your bonds. The big black man snorted.

"Oh!" He Yingwu nodded, his eyes widened, and he looked harmless to humans and animals, "Thank you for saving me, I don't know what the benefactor's name is?"

"His name is weak water!" shouted someone in the crowd.

"Good name!" He Yingwu nodded in admiration, "Is the surname 'weak'?"

"The surname is Gu!"

Gu Wanshui's swarthy face was slightly red, Huo Ran turned around, and said angrily: "Joke with my name again!"

"Eh, don't get angry, don't get angry!"

"Why are you still in a hurry!"

"I said weak water, you are the source of my happiness......"

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A bunch of people came up giggling, hugging their waists, beating their chests, and tickling their chests.

Obviously, this guy is very popular.

He Yingwu couldn't help but smile, the name is a good name, but it doesn't match this dark appearance.

In the midst of the noise, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him, He Yingwu lowered his head and carefully examined his body, except for the pain, there was indeed no obvious wound.

As for the reason for the speed...... It was because in the apocalyptic world, he generated a twelveth-order ability, a god-given body.

The apocalyptic world, a world where evolutionary mutation, genetic shock, and generation ability are the main civilizations.

And it was from the apocalyptic world that he smuggled into the atrium world.

This matter is a little complicated, roughly speaking: He Yingwu was originally a monk in the atrium world, and was later struck to the doomsday world by the Nine Heavens God Thunder, he had to carry a gun, struggled to survive, evolved his ability, and cultivated immortals in a desperate place, and mixed to the top of the doomsday world, however, ...... For a reason, he had to hurry back to the atrium, but the worst thing was that he was not able to take the "normal passage", and there was no other way than smuggling.

So, he smuggled back, and he died for life.

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After the commotion, He Yingwu chatted with Gu Xiaoshui and the others, he seemed to have said a lot, but after thinking about it carefully, except for the name, he did not reveal other core information at all, such as the teacher, realm, where he came from, where he was going, and so on.

After chatting well, the rope is naturally untied.

"Okay! We don't ask more, our Golden Sword Gate is not allowed to receive people of unknown origin, you are lucky to meet me, but you can only stay for one night at most, and it just so happens that during this time, there are always senior brothers who go down the mountain and vacate the bunks, but it will be troublesome for the deacon to know. You rest here tonight and leave tomorrow morning!" Gu Qiaoshui babbled.

"Okay!" He Yingwu nodded.

He has his business, the three-year period is imminent, and there is a god-given divine body to recover from his injuries, and he should be able to recover as before.

The "time deprivation" that I was quite worried about before smuggling, now it seems that except for the immortal cultivation realm that was thrown to the first realm of foundation building, and the sneaky god killer was also lost, everything else seems to be nothing, even on the Dantai in the body, the only remaining little golden pill is still there!

Therefore, he neither wanted nor could he waste time here in the Golden Sword Gate.

It's getting late, and it's almost time to rest, so why should things suddenly move in their hearts, and someone is coming?

Sure enough, I heard a noise outside the house, and a gloomy voice shouted: "Gu Qiaoshui, you come out for me! The sanitary area arranged for you by Deacon Cui has not been cleaned yet, and you dare to sleep?"

Gu Wanshui raised his eyebrows, snorted and strode out of the room: "It's okay, right?

He Yingwu couldn't help but be happy, Gu Xiaoshui, this guy is obviously a bit of a tiger.

And everyone was slightly stunned!

"Don't make trouble!"

"You're back!"

"Don't be tough!"

"Almost take care of Deacon Cui! you don't have a spirit stone!"

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Everyone lowered their voices and shouted, as if they were worried that they would hear it outside, and several people tried to pull Gu Qiaoshui, but they didn't stop it!

"Cui Dapeng bullied newcomers, this appearance is too ugly!"

"He's a deacon, can you go up to heaven and listen?"

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Someone else sighed quietly.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone followed Gu Qiaoshui out, He Yingwu found a place to hang the thin quilt and made a small confined space, so he changed his clothes in a timely manner.

He had been smuggled in from the apocalyptic world, covered in so scars that he was almost out of clothes.

Gu Wanshui's unyielding shouts came from time to time:

"I should be under your control, but I just won't bow to you!

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"I can't beat you, but I just don't accept it!

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"Eh, don't come, don't come, warn, don't ......."

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Splinters...... Jingle Bell...... Bang bang bang bang...... Oops......

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"I'm fighting with you!!"

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"What the hell are you going to fight!"

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"Ahh!!h

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"I'm X! Run, Run, Run......"

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"Lay down your arms! I told you to lay down ......"

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It's so lively!

A dozen or a dozen?

I didn't see that Gu Xiaoshui was so powerful!

He Yingwu was aroused, his hand shook, the thin quilt was rolled up and thrown on the bed, and then he flashed to the door in two steps, and looked up...... I wanted to help my benefactor's footsteps stop!

There were also two lighting formations floating outside the house, and the night was bright.

More than a dozen people were arrayed outside the house, not daring to step forward.

And Gu Wanshui was already more than fifty meters away, and he held a handle with both hands...... Mop, yes, He Yingwu took a closer look, it's a mop!

A mop is a tiger and a tiger, and fourteen biao-shaped big men are fighting together!

The mop was obviously still wet, and wherever it passed, the turbid water droplets splashed along the perfect arc, and under the illumination of the light, a little pale yellow halo was reflected, and the fourteen people who shouted and shouted and should have had a big advantage were like seeing snakes and scorpions, and they couldn't avoid it, and they were embarrassed!

No one dared to come close!

He Yingwu not only stopped, he also leaned on the door frame, looking at Gu Xiaoshui, who looked like a mad tiger, and his mood was difficult to calm down for a long time.

He finally saw what it was to ...... The mop dips in shi, and the world is invincible.