In a sea of blood.

Feng Qingyan flew away.

But in a moment, a majestic mountain surrounded by fairy aura appeared in front of him.

The mountains are majestic and magnificent, high into the sky, exuding the breath of ancient years. At this moment, a silky fairy aura can be faintly seen, slowly circulating in the mountains......

"Da Peng Mountain. ”

In front of the majestic mountain, there is a stone monument of 100 zhang.

The stele has existed for thousands of years, and it looks extremely ancient, and it has already been corroded by the years, and it is about to decay. However, there is an unyielding immortal aura that supports the stele to stand......

"Da Peng Immortal Mountain?"

Feng Qingyan stared at the stele, and landed on the stone platform under the stele step by step, and saw that there were many serious sword marks on the stele.

It seems that there was once a terrible war.

He frowned slightly, staring at the sword marks on the stone tablet, but he felt an incomparable murderous aura.

In his eyes at the moment.

It seems that countless swords have traveled through time and space to slash at him.

Every sword, every sword, is terrifying, tearing through space, changing the color of heaven and earth, and destroying everything in the world. However, he saw the Dapeng Mountain behind the stele, but it was still standing still, not injured by the sword......

"A gentleman is as immovable as a mountain. ”

Feng Qingyan said lightly.

Rumble!

It was like turning into a mountain, causing the heavens and the earth to sink slightly.

Although the sword turned into murderous aura was still slashed, it was blocked by the gentleman's immovable momentum, and it couldn't shake Feng Qingyan for half a minute......

Although the sword marks on the stele are terrifying, after all, countless years have passed.

There is not much murderous aura left by the sword marks.

But.

You can still kill the great sage.

Feng Qingyan stood still, still looking at the stele, and his eyes seemed to reflect an ancient scene. It seemed that there were dozens of beings in the Holy Realm, holding weapons and killing him......

"Immortals?"

Feng Qingyan frowned.

Judging from the breath of the sword marks on the stone tablet, it seems to be left by an immortal, but how can it be an immortal?

Aren't the people on Dapeng Mountain immortals?

Then why did some immortals kill Dapeng Mountain?

Could it be that the immortal veins are pouring into each other and killing each other?

Feng Qingyan was very surprised, and his eyes fell on the majestic mountain behind the stone stele.

Although Dapeng Mountain is still immortal, there are traces of the Great War everywhere, and it has become extremely barren.

"Haha-"

A pathetic and hideous laugh suddenly rang out.

But it soon disappeared.

Feng Qingyan was taken aback, and soon understood that this was the residual voice of heaven and earth.

It does not belong to the present, but to the past.

The years are indelible.

This pathetic and hideous laughter is likely to be the laughter of the immortals of Dapeng Mountain.

Feng Qingyan looked around, only to see that the mountain gate was broken, how could he not be sad? After a while, he turned to look at the sea of blood, and saw the white-clothed monk standing with a wooden fish, reciting the scriptures lightly, still with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered.

It seemed that he wanted to stop Feng Qingyan from going up the mountain, but Feng Qingyan had already gone up the mountain.

"No!"

A struggling voice seemed to speak.

"I, I am the biggest ominous, why should I be afraid of the ominous on the mountain?" Feng Qingyan seemed to hear it, so he smiled at the little monk in white.

"Don't ......"

"Don't ......"

A struggling voice seemed to be constantly ringing, as if it was the little monk in white persuading.

"I know there is ominous in the mountains, but I have a reason to go up the mountain. Feng Qingyan was silent for a while, then smiled and waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I will come back safely, in this world, no one can kill me......"

After saying that, he walked up the mossy steps next to the stone monument.

The moss on the steps withered and grew, grew and withered.

I don't know how many generations have been zeroed.

When he walked up, the little monk in white who was guarding the blood sea at the foot of the mountain lowered his eyebrows and knocked on the wooden fish and left.

A moment later.

And he came to the end of the steps.

It's not that the steps are so long, but that the steps up the mountain are cut off by a severed sword.

The broken sword was rusty, and it was inserted at the end of the steps, bursting out with a murderous aura that soared into the sky. And countless years have passed, and the murderous aura that bursts out from the broken sword still tears through the surrounding space, making the space at the end of the stairs full of black cracks.

"This cuts off the sword ......"

Feng Qingyan was a little frightened.

Is this because of the dream of reincarnation, or is the broken sword itself so strong? Even after countless years have passed, it still bursts out with the power of the Holy Realm......

He didn't move the broken sword, and his figure suddenly stepped over the broken sword, crossing countless spatial cracks.

After the sword was broken, it was a pavilion, but it was cut in half.

Although only half of it remains, it still stands, and according to the broken plaque, it can be seen that the pavilion is a welcome pavilion.

But the word "Ying" has already fallen to the ground.

Although half of the pavilion is covered with moss and weeds, it still has a fairy aura and stands tall......

In a trance.

Feng Qingyan seemed to see one by one immortals, climbed the steps, and came to the welcome pavilion, as if on a pilgrimage.

It's a pity that it's just an afterimage, and it disperses as soon as the wind blows.

He continued up the mountain.

But the mountain is full of ruins and ruins, and it is full of desolation as far as the eye can see.

He saw a charred pine with a great sword in it, and mournful blood flowing from the trunk......

He saw the immortal soul of the crane, hovering and screaming in the shattered sky......

He saw the fairy that had been split in two......

Feng Qingyan walked in silence.

Silently watched.

This is the breath of immortals.

Whether it is Da Peng Mountain, or the enemy of Da Peng Mountain, they are all immortals.

It's the immortals who are pouring over each other.

Cannibalism.

But why?

He thought of the sects of the Holy Dao, the Holy Dao and the Immortal Dao, the Martial Dao, the Shinto Dao, the Demon Dao, the Witch Dao, the Ghost Dao, and so on.

It seems that they are also tilting against each other.

Cannibalism.

Alas-

Feng Qingyan sighed.

He continued to go up the mountain, and from time to time he saw the remnants of the ancient times, and he could vaguely peek at some pictures of the ancient Dapeng Mountain......

In the afterimage.

He saw a sturdy young man with two horns in his first birth, quietly reading the Taoist scriptures under the pine. On the trunk of the pine tree, an old man's smiling face was revealed, full of gratification.

He saw several handsome young men manifesting various advanced Taoist techniques in the pavilion......

He saw a maiden dancing a sword by the lake.

A sword slashes down the stars in the sky.

He saw a timid fawn, listening carefully to the old man's explanation, and finally turned into a little girl and slew the most terrifying beast in the world......

He sees a lot.

This is Dapeng Mountain?

This is indeed a fairy mountain, an enviable fairy mountain.

Moreover, the disciples on the Immortal Mountain were all extraordinary, and he saw that many disciples of the Immortal Mountain were only one step away from being able to step into the Holy Realm.

Or rather.

It's only one step away from becoming an immortal.

But it is very likely that they are just ordinary disciples of Da Peng Mountain.

If they were just ordinary disciples with such terrifying cultivation, what about those true disciples?

But they were still destroyed.

Immortals, why did you want to destroy Dapeng Mountain? This is something that Feng Qingyan can't understand, is it really the immortal veins that are pouring into each other?

He didn't think it would be that simple.

In the midst of thought.

He continued on his way and finally reached the top of the mountain.

The top of the hill is a ruin, with ruined walls everywhere, and some corpses that have not rotted for thousands of years can be seen......

Murderous.

Angry.

At the top of the mountain, there is a bridge between the two peaks, leading to another fairy mountain.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan walked on the overpass, only to see countless ancient patterns carved on the overpass, full of all kinds of mysterious rhymes.

It seems to record the obscure principles of heaven and earth.

Feng Qingyan looked at it curiously, but he couldn't understand it, he only felt that it was unclear.

However, the overpass over another immortal mountain was also split in half, and only half was left in the sky.

He came to the end of the flyover.

I vaguely saw the palace in ruins on the opposite side.

Even if the palace is reduced to ruins, it still exudes a brilliant fairy light, lingering with bursts of fairy energy.

Feng Qingyan crossed the broken bridge and came to the ruins of the palace.

A moment later, he stepped over the ruins of the palace and came to a fairy lake where the fairy aura was like a mist. However, the corpses of a group of cranes floated in the fairy lake......

It's still done by immortals.

It was the immortals who killed them, and it was the immortals who destroyed the palace......

When Feng Qingyan's gaze penetrated the blood-stained immortal lake, he saw a corpse of an immortal in the lake.

There is also a corpse that exudes the breath of a fairy, the corpse of a demon.

This is a fairy.

"Ahh

"I'm unwilling!"

"Why does the sky also want to kill my Dapeng Mountain?!"

A mournful roar suddenly rushed out of the bottom of the lake, setting off thousands of feet of water, wanting to wash the sky with blood.

Feng Qingyan frowned.

Silent for a long time.

His gaze pierced through the lake and landed on a corpse.

Seeing the corpses, they all stared tightly, as if they didn't want to die, and their bodies burst out with monstrous resentment, monstrous hatred, and terrifying murderous aura.

I want to kill from the bottom of the lake, like a sea of clouds and a blue sky.

"Da Luo Mountain will not be saved when he sees death, and Da Kun Mountain will fall into the well, and you will not be able to die well! Die! " A mournful roar came from the bottom of the lake again, almost setting off the entire fairy lake......

Monstrous resentment, hatred, murderousness.

Soaring into the sky.

But at the moment.

Feng Qingyan's heart was suddenly shocked.

Da Luoshan will not be saved when he sees death?

Dakun Mountain falls into the well?

How did this come back?

Could it be that Da Kun Shan also participated in the massacre of Da Peng Mountain?

What really happened between the Three Immortal Mountains?

Just ominous?

But Feng Qingyan saw the monstrous resentment, hatred, and murderous aura, and after countless years, he didn't see half of it.

He frowned and pondered.

The immortal corpses at the bottom of the lake exuded a stronger resentment, stronger hatred, and a more terrifying murderous aura.

They were like they came to life.

One by one, he stared at Feng Qingyan on the shore of the lake, which made Feng Qingyan feel great malice.

They seem to have really come to the fore.

They wanted to kill Feng Qingyan.

Feng Qingyan did not retreat, nor was he afraid, but planned to extract some information from the dead to see what was going on in Dapeng Mountain.

"What happened to Da Peng Mountain?"

Feng Qingyan asked hesitantly.

After all, he asked the dead, and he didn't think the dead would respond.

But still asked.

Really.

The dead man did not respond, but slew him.

Feng Qingyan naturally wouldn't stand and let the dead come to kill, his body instantly appeared on the other side of the lake, and after thinking about it, he sighed: "Dust to dust, dust to earth, since you are dead, why can't you let it go?"

"I'm unwilling—"

An angry roar rang out suddenly, mixed with a strong resentment.

"It's all dead, why not be willing?"

Feng Qingyan asked.

"It's all dead, why don't you want to? hahaha......"

A pale fairy corpse, as if it had come to life, suddenly laughed hideously.

But in the laughter, there is incomparable pathos.

"I was born and died for the fairy world, guarded the border wall mountain of Kyushu, and died countless disciples in battle. But in the end, it ended up like this, how can this teach me to be willing?"

The immortal corpse roared at Feng Qingyan, his face extremely hideous.

Angry.

"Immortal Realm?"

Feng Qingyan pondered......

However, it was impossible to figure out the ins and outs from the words of the immortal corpse, so he could only continue to set up.

But.

Did he really come out of the mouth of the dead, is this man dead, or is he not dead?

Or rather, not dead?

Dead but not stiff?

"Da Luo Mountain! Da Kun Mountain! One day, you will end up like this......

Another immortal corpse roared.

"Da Luo Mountain is ruthless, Da Kun Mountain is unjust, you all deserve to die!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill ......"

The immortal corpse not only came back to life, but also roared.

It's weird!

Feng Qingyan continued to talk, but the immortal corpse didn't say anything.

"Haha, we're going to die after all. ”

An immortal corpse looked up to the sky and cried, bowed sadly to the highest immortal peak, and said sadly: "Sect Master, after all, it is the disciple who is incompetent and cannot defend the ...... of Dapeng Mountain."

"Sect Master, the disciple is incompetent!"

The immortal corpse bowed down and wept bitterly.

Now.

Feng Qingyan looked at the highest immortal peak.

He still hasn't figured out who slaughtered Da Peng Mountain.

According to the residual breath, it was done by the immortals, but the disciples of Dapeng Mountain said that Da Luo Mountain was ruthless and could not be saved when he saw death.

Dakunshan is unrighteous and falls into the well.

Does this fall into the well mean that Dakunshan seems to be involved?

A moment later.

He left the fairy lake and continued to walk up the mountain, coming to the top of a fairy mountain.

However, the top of the Immortal Mountain was flattened by a sword and became an acting field, which was specially used for the evolution of Dao techniques......

Although the theater is dilapidated, there are still some broken stone monuments.

The stele is engraved with various immortal arts.

"Immortals?"

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised.

Without thinking about it, he quickly recorded the immortal art on the stone tablet, and handed it over to Taoism after returning to the mountain and sea realm......

When you are done, you can continue walking.

Unconsciously.

Feng Qingyan walked up to the highest point of Dapeng Mountain.

The top of the fairy mountain is high into the sky, and the highest point is a huge stone platform, which can be seen carved with countless obscure runes.

It is filled with all kinds of Taoist rhymes.

It's a pity.

The stone platform was devastated and in ruins.

The most tragic battle in Dapeng Mountain was on the stone platform at the highest point of Dapeng Mountain, and there were countless terrifying murderous aura.

The murderous spirit will not go away for millions of years!

Even now, it is still terrifying, tearing apart the surrounding heaven and earth, and the atmosphere of chaos is permeated, like the end of the world.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan stood on the edge of the stone platform, vigilantly looking at the murderous aura that permeated him.

The terrifying murderous aura seemed to shatter time and space, killing the past, the future, and the present, which opened Feng Qingyan's eyes......

This seemed to be the existence of the Emperor of Heaven and Earth, which made him have to be cautious.

"It turned out to be an existence that surpassed the Emperor of Heaven and Earth......"

Feng Qingyan didn't dare to move forward rashly.

Suddenly.

He saw a tall young man standing on the stone platform......

But the young man's face was shrouded in a thin layer of mist, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

Feng Qingyan felt that the young man's body exuded all kinds of indescribable Taoist rhymes, and it seemed that he had melted into one with heaven and earth.

It seems that he is heaven and he is earth.

He is the things of the world.

......

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