Bao Yi's eyes widened and he looked around.

Except for the place under his feet, which was at most a solid surface that could accommodate two people side by side, the left and right were the mist of the blood before the previous stupor.

You can't see the bottom of it.

His eyes gathered, and he couldn't see the body and mind of Wu Daoyou beside him before, and Bao Yi suddenly felt panicked in his heart.

She is not the kind of person who fights alone since she was a child, she has not left the low hill of her house, the broken ancestral hall, and there is always a good mother-in-law on her side, if she is bored, she can secretly twist a pot of wine, and sneak to find the one-legged man who should be called grandpa but she likes to call uncle.

There is also a little bit of Bao Yi who didn't dare to talk to Granny Bao who pulled her to grow up, in fact, she and Granny Bao are born like mortal enemies, the most like Mr. Teaching, but Liu Butao, who is a fortune teller, actually has a very good relationship, I can't say how good it is, after all, it is the young man who was called Liu Demigod by Uncle One-legged who always taught her Bao Yi some strange things.

For example, she has a certain innate sensitivity to some distant or near dangers, but Bao Yi knows that she is also stupid, and she can't predict what she wants to do next and what she says at a glance like Liu Demishen, even what she might do before she has done it.

Otherwise, there will be no feeling of being able to eat that thin and tall person.

Bao Yi got out of his own small mountain, and on the way, he passed through those cultivation factions in Zhongzhou, which were really towering mountains and mountains, just the layer of mountain protection outside the sect sect could make Bao Yi say a sentence that scared him to death.

So Bao Yi felt more and more that the small hill in his house, as well as the broken ancestral hall that could not be broken again, needed to be moved back from the outside brick by brick.

Of course, I can't forget the one-legged uncle who always doesn't have a proper shape in front of her, and brings a bottle or two of fine wine outside, which is what I have said a long time ago.

The one-legged uncle surnamed Lu said, it's not good to be cheap, astringent, and then there is the commonly used verbal cicada: it doesn't mean anything, as for the more customary "damn it" in front of the astringent mouth, it was filtered by praise early.

Although I know that moving forward is to move treasure in the deep sea, the risk is high, and the harvest is not small.

There is no way, she can only be regarded as half a person who knows water among these people.

A long sigh for no reason, it was for the kind of person who thought she could be regarded as half a Taoist friend, and really like her one-legged deer uncle said that she could drink wine and eat meat at the same table, the wine does not necessarily need to be good, and the meat does not necessarily need to be big.

After gathering his mind, Bao Yi took a step forward, and walked forward alone without the slightest hesitation, what does it matter if he is alone, when he didn't have that Wu Daoyou before, wasn't he a person.

In fact, what Bao Yi didn't know was that because she followed the kind of Xuanfa classics that never told her the name of Liu Butao on the nameless peak on the unnamed peak of her own mountain, and subtly regarded Wu Daoyou, who had obviously just come into contact, as if she was like a mother-in-law, Uncle One-legged Deer, and Liu Butao, who didn't want her to be called a master but really had the status of master and apprentice, were classified as a type of person.

Stepping on the broken bridge with both feet, there is a strange feeling of crumbling, but Bao Yi's swing and step are extremely steady and steady.

On the other side, after Wu Chen stepped out, the things around him suddenly underwent a earth-shaking transformation, the blood color was like a hell cave, but now it is a piece of birds and flowers, full of spring.

The aura seems to be as if it doesn't want Xuanjing, and it is so thick that it makes people feel that they can break through the realm with just two more sips, Wu Chen walked on the top of the high-grade spiritual plant Xuancao that can be sold at a sky-high price on Zhongzhou Mountain outside.

If the ancestor of whose family saw Wu Chen's appearance, he would not have to scold the last sentence, a loser?

On both sides of the foot, there is a stream gurgling, but it is not an ordinary stream, and the stream is bright and milky white.

Even the little monk who was just climbing the mountain could exclaim in surprise and exclaim: "The monster is the spiritual liquid."

A jar of the same spiritual liquid can be exchanged for twice the amount of spiritual stones, because a spiritual stone can only refine half a spiritual liquid of spirit stones, but it is naturally very beneficial, because the spiritual power contained in such a spiritual liquid is pure and pure.

It's like the difference between good wine and bad wine in the world, if you don't smell the aroma of wine and just look at the wine, it is naturally difficult to distinguish between good and bad, but well, anyone who is a little good wine, with a small sip, you can know the difference between cloud and mud.

Not to mention that the spiritual fluid in front of you is simply not good wine, but you can use your nose to be sure that there is good wine in front of you.

Therefore, the spiritual liquid in front of him is the holy product in the spiritual liquid, whether it is placed in any of the five states, it can definitely be regarded as a drop of liquid that is difficult to find.

Wu Chen's eyes didn't care at all, because in his eyes, no matter which sect name mountain he placed on, it was definitely a second- or third-order Xuancao spirit plant that could be called the bottom of the Patriarch's Hall's pressure box, or even the mountaintop monks of the upper three realms would definitely pull down their faces and fight, so as to divide one, two, three, unequal portions of the spiritual liquid, in fact, there was no difference between the weeds and wildflowers that could be seen everywhere on the side of the road, which were not even the most subordinately ninth-order.

It's much better than here, and he Wu Chen has seen everything that Emperor Xuan of the Three Realms didn't dare to think of, and he has seen it, and he won't be hungry like a hungry wolf.

Lingzhi Xuancao Road walked for a long, long time, but Wu Chen still walked with his eyes ahead, not affected by the remaining distractions.

And tireless.

Suddenly, the scene changed again, and as far as the eye could see, there was a purgatory-like scene of destruction.

The walls are ruined, and the shouts are deafening, but no one is visible, but just by this shouting, the mind will automatically fill in the scene of purgatory on earth.

Previously, the spiritual liquid flowing on both sides of the road under his feet had completely transformed into a bright red lava flow that was still boiling with boiling hot bubbles, and the red reflected on Wu Chen's face was red, and the lava flow did not look like an illusion at all.

The ground under his feet was covered with dark red plasma that had not yet dried, and he could accurately feel the sticky feeling on the soles of his shoes on the half-dried blood stains that were all over the ground.

It's just that in Wu Chen's eyes, the underground purgatory here is the same as the previous Heavenly God Realm, and the difference is not too big.

In other words, there are not many things that can make him feel different, very few.

The scene changed again, and it was one of the most prosperous flower and willow alleys in the secular Daxuan Dynasty.

An alley flower who was the least like a woman in Hualiu Alley, half-covered and covered with light sand, walked towards Wu Chenzhou.