Seven Star Island, 100 Turns.

The old man, who had the identity of the owner of the island but did not have the demeanor of the owner of the island, was lying on an elm rocking chair, holding a wine gourd in his hand, staring at the dark clouds rolling in the sky while drinking, and there was a hint of solemnity in his cloudy old eyes.

The middle-aged farmer stood opposite the old man, and on the stone table in front of him was a rusty-looking black thin knife, after nearly two years of tempering, the mountain and river sword had completely changed its appearance, not only in appearance, but also in color, without leaving the slightest trace of the past, and now, even if its owner stood here, he was afraid that he would not be able to recognize its original face.

"It's here after all. The drunken old man muttered to himself.

The middle-aged farmer smiled and said, "It's the same time as the teacher's calculation." ”

"Are the mountains ready?" asked the old man again.

"Well, the Seven Star Island has a radius of five hundred miles, plus the maze of the twelve main peaks, even if the Demon Lord arrives, he won't be able to find it here in three months. The middle-aged farmer's voice was calm, but there was great confidence in it.

The old man nodded with satisfaction, he raised the gourd in his hand and shook it, ready to pour the last sip of wine into his stomach, but as soon as the wine jug touched his mouth, the expression on his face suddenly froze, and the whole person jumped up from the chaise longue.

The middle-aged farmer also noticed something unusual.

He turned his head to look at the sky in the distance, where in the depths of the dark clouds, there were constant flashes of thunder and lightning, and the roar of the thunder was almost inaudible because it was so far away that it was not different from the signs before the rainstorm on every summer harvest day. But what caused the middle-aged farmer to be surprised was not this, but the faint fiery red reflected in the thunderclouds, seeing it, he felt that there seemed to be a string in his soul that was touched by something, and a fiery red figure appeared in the depths of his deep and quiet eyes!

"It's Haotian!"

The middle-aged farmer exclaimed in surprise, and his calm and gentle face appeared solemn as he had never been, and before the old man could speak, he had already taken a step forward......

The middle-aged farmer was not very tall, so he naturally did not take a very far step, but what was shocking was that when his raised right foot hit the ground, he was already miles away! Behind him, a long gray band of rubble and sawdust appeared.

At the same time as the middle-aged farmer landed, on a cliff directly east of Seven Star Island, a cyan figure suddenly rushed into the air, dragging a slender light tail and flying towards the rolling fireball below the mountain.

"How so. ”

The old man stared at the thickening black clouds in the distance and muttered to himself, but his cloudy eyes gradually became clear, blooming with two deep and cold cold lights.

......

......

Ye Haotian stood on the top of a mountain, with a sea of fire behind him.

The sharp pain from the depths of his soul made his consciousness become more and more blurred, and finally he could not support it anymore and fainted.

In the haze, Ye Haotian heard a woman's voice.

The voice was delicate, beautiful, and full of seduction.

"The host, the host ......"

Ye Haotian opened his eyes and found himself standing in a strange space.

This space seems to be closed, but it is infinitely wide, and the colorful vitality of the Tao falls out of thin air, converging into a sea of clouds, swirling and changing, gorgeous and colorful.

Ye Haotian knew that this was what cultivators called the Spirit Sea.

Above his head, in the middle of the seven-colored vitality, there was a crystal clear and glowing palace, which was the life palace of the cultivators.

And at his feet, there is a turquoise lake, and in the depths of the clear and clean water, there is a deep purple space, like a quiet mansion.

This is the Purple Mansion of the Cultivators.

Directly in front of Zhihai, in the center of the space where the vitality was the strongest, a huge snow-covered mountain peaks towered majestically, and that was the Snow Peak of the cultivators.

The three orifices of the Life Palace, the Purple Mansion, and the Snow Peak are connected, and the seven-colored vitality is fused with energy sources, and finally turned into spiritual energy, which flows into the body of the practitioner, which is the first step of cultivation - condensing qi.

It's just that in the middle of Ye Haotian's spiritual sea, there is no condensed aura, and the wisps of colorful vitality flowing towards the center will turn into incomparably scorching flames as soon as they gather.

The dark red flames were extremely hot, and the space around them became distorted in the heat.

With the jump of the fireworks, countless slender lines of fire stretched out into the surrounding void, not only the spiritual sea, but even the Heavenly Palace above and the Purple Mansion in the deep lake were painted with a layer of fiery red color.

The flame was the demon soul in Ye Haotian's body that absorbed the demon fire of the Red Flame Demon General, and the voice of the woman full of charm came from the deepest part of the flame.

"Are you calling me?" Ye Haotian thought, and as soon as this thought appeared, it turned into a real voice and spread out.

"Yes, master, don't you remember me, I'm Pandora......" the woman's seductive voice came again.

"Pandora?" Ye Haotian thought for a while, it was such a strange name, he really didn't remember where he had heard it, so he had to say, "I don't seem to know you." ”

Pandora let out a coquettish smile: "The master has just woken up, the memory has not yet recovered, it is normal not to remember Pandora, this is not important, the important thing is that since the master is awake, then go back with Pandora." ”

Ye Haotian was a little confused: "Where are you going?"