At this time, Cheng Xuanzun was flying low in the sea thousands of miles away.

The oncoming storm unleashed a monstrous onslaught, striking the invisible shield barrier, inspiring arcane runes to flicker.

Cheng Xuanzun, who was dressed in a wide-sleeved robe and wore a thundercloud purple jade crown, sat cross-legged on the magic weapon with an indifferent face, the salty sea breeze whistling past him, and his long black and straight hair rose up, leaving a beautiful "shadow" for the monks on the ship rolling in embarrassment on the sea.

There is a person who stepped on a Ruyi, but he was wearing a silver light armor that did not match the momentum of Ruyi, his long hair was meticulously tied up, and he was wearing a purple and gold crown with a complex style, heroic, and his body was far taller and taller than Cheng Xuanzun, and he chased Cheng Xuanzun with a narrow face, and talked to Cheng Xuanzun from time to time with a handsome face that became more and more indifferent and tight.

Cheng Xuanzun exuded resistance all over his body, and he didn't want to pay attention to this person at all.

Moreover, how did this person get in? Instead of staying in front to fight with the monks in Southern Xinjiang, what did a sword cultivator follow a group of cultivators into the Southern Wilderness to do, find zombies to fight?

In the land of the Southern Wilderness, I am afraid that the zombies will be gone, and I don't know what kind of demon domain the desolation has fallen into. I'm afraid many people don't know that there is a demon in Moonlight that no one can extinguish.

The Demon of Darkness - Hara.

This primeval demon, which is only described in the high-level secret history, exists for a long time longer than the time when the Kunlun Realm was born.

From the research materials left by Shen Yuanzu, the Demon of Darkness should be made by the darkness of the Ancient God on the Taixu, and I don't know how it fell into Kunlun later. So the three ancestors took advantage of his illness and asked him to die, and put forward the idea of sixty-four arrays, using the huge body of the Dark Demon to provide the initial energy, so there began to be the ancient god pillar of the moon. It is not only a repression, but also a "wellhead" for drawing energy.

Cheng Xuanzun had the honor to read the manuscript of the ancestor, and knew that the dark demon was actually not a too aggressive ancient demon, and even when the ancestor proposed to seal it, he happily incarnated into the abyss to provide energy for the ancestor's great array;

The current three major Tian Yuan will all achieve half-star bodies, and they are restricted by the luck and rules of the entire Kunlun Realm, but they are more likely to be infected by projections than other high cultivators.

This was also the reason why Tian Yuan did not dare to set foot in Southern Xinjiang at will, even if he just stepped into this area, it was enough for them to be uncomfortable for several years. Cheng and Wang's successors to the city lord were also suppressed by such projections.

Escaping from the world is not that you don't like to go out, but when you go outside, it may bring bloody storms.

This is the matter of Chen and Zheng Dasheng being ordered to enter the summoning moon and divide the troops into two ways.

Zheng Dasheng stayed in front and dragged the monks in southern Xinjiang. Chen Dasheng took a team of Fu Array monks to the Eastern Wilderness Sea, while Cheng Xuanzun took a team of formation monks to the southwest to cross the formation boundary behind the Xikun Strait, and went to the Southern Wilderness to bypass Yuezhao and Nanling, preparing to enter Yuezhao from outside the boundary.

Due to the influence of the structure and geographical location of the large array, the Xikun Strait is shrouded in unusually violent storms all year round, and there are thunderstorms directly over the sea area, and from time to time they hit thousands of white waves. The ships on the sea are like a round and flat quagmire, and the whole thing is rolling and sailing on this sea.

Entering the range of the ancient dead island in the Southern Wilderness, the sea surface was vainly narrow, the sky suddenly became dead gray, the edge of the large array of enchantments, the torrent was turbulent, and the reefs were all over.

Cheng Xuanzun put away the magic weapon, starting here, he was going to go out of bounds.

The monk next to him also put away the Ruyi, and out of nowhere, he pulled out a twisted green sword, and the sword body gave birth to a natural dark golden sword pattern, which showed that the master was well raised.

"Lao Cheng, this is the end of the Great Realm?" his tone was inexplicably excited, fortunately this time Wuji Mountain took the initiative to unravel some of the suppression, otherwise the Xikun Strait would not be able to enter. Uncle Ben can also archaeology the Southern Wilderness this time.

Cheng Xuanzun took out a short cane with a plum blossom head that was full of vermilion, and the short staff stood up with his hand and walked forward by himself. Hearing the question, he just nodded. The formation cultivators who followed all the way on the sea couldn't wait to get off the immortal boat, wanting to stand out of thin air like Cheng Xuanzun and the sword cultivators, but they didn't expect that as soon as they got off the ship's board, a heavy pulling force pulled down all these monks who only turned into gods, and fell into the dark sea water.

"......" Cheng Xuanzun silently pulled up the monks who were soaked in the water, and each of them pasted a floating talisman. From here, you have to wade through the water, and go outside from the underwater rail.

A group of thirteen people dived into the water and struggled to move forward on the silent undersea formation, the water was extremely heavy, even through the barrier of the formation, it still made most people breathless.

At the end of the track was a large clearing, a faint blue light flickering. The ground is messy and intricately textured.

The short cane, which had been moving forward on its own, seemed to have discovered something, and happily threw off the people who followed it, and plunged straight into the round hole in the middle of the messy pattern, and never entered, leaving only the head of the plum blossom cane.

Cheng Xuanzun took out a black bottle from the Qiankun bag, and a black liquid with a cold light refined from unknown materials fell on the head of the plum blossom cane, and the plum blossom absorbed the liquid, and soon "gurgling" boiling. The messy lines on the ground also boiled, and the black cold light diffused more and more, filling the lines of the entire huge clearing. The lines rotated sharply, forming a mysterious and profound spatial teleportation array.

Those who followed were all cultivators who had cultivated to the formation of the gods, and naturally knew that this was the liquid of the secret key used to open the enchantment.

However, the Great Sword Cultivator was very interested, and he was deeply interested in these mysterious formations, talismans, and the like. There are tens of millions of Dao, each with its own specialization, this seemingly simple method of starting the formation, in fact, has to go through a lot of calculations and considerations, and it takes a lot of effort to study and deduce in order to accurately locate and transmit.

Cheng Xuanzun pressed the formation and let everyone pass first, and then erase the traces and finally pass.

Out of the Xikun Sea, there is a black sea area, shrouded in the polar night, all kinds of illusory sounds come from nowhere, and the sound of the black water makes people tense and strange. The Avatar Monk's spiritual vision was useless here, and he galloped by, all supported by the faint light of the talisman, and he could only see that something seemed to be disturbed by him in the distance.

Fortunately, the darkness faded quickly.

The gloom seemed to render a little scarlet yellow, and the void light suddenly emerged from somewhere, with a few hints of strange silence that made people's hearts suddenly rush into the eye.

Everywhere there is this scene of light and darkness, virtual and real, absurd and unspeakable.

Cheng Xuanzun took the lead again in front, he didn't seem to hesitate, he firmly shuttled between the virtual and the real, leaving an obvious blue channel, the monks followed along this blue channel, and the big sword cultivator lagged behind, automatically taking on the work of breaking the back, blocking the illusory sound behind.

The group traveled between silence in this way, and it seemed that a long time had passed, and that absurd interplay of light and darkness no longer appeared.

The wind was blowing, the air was flowing, the sound of gurgling water, and the smell of rotting earth was blowing in the nostrils.

Someone stepped on the air -

"This is Mizusawa ......," the monks hurriedly lifted into the air.

The ban is no longer there.

As the sound appeared, the light became normal, and everyone was cheerful, and the gray and heavy sky appeared above their heads, and in front of them was an endless moor swamp. Some of the swamps were filled with strangely colored soot and dust, which at first glance looked highly poisonous and corrosive to the flesh.

Barren, only patches of swampy land that have been fermented over time.

This is the Southern Wilderness.