In the night like ink, the wind is howling, like a thousand souls crying, and ten thousand ghosts wailing.

The torrential rain is like a sharp arrow, pouring down, and the mountains, rivers and earth are sparsely fragmented.

The thunder like a training shook the sky and tore the sky.

The ruins of the wall, exposed to thunder, stretched to the end of the line of sight.

This is a lost temple that once carried infinite glory and glory over thousands of years, but has now been ruthlessly abandoned.

Above the ruins of the temple, a swift figure like a ghost moved silently, flying in the air as if it were walking on the ground!

The speed and the strange body are even the fastest falcons on this continent, which are three points inferior.

If it weren't for the fleeting afterimage left by the ghost's figure on the ground through the sting of thunder, and it proved that the owner of this ghostly figure was a human, it could almost be said that it would be a ghost.

This person's name is Zhan Qianmeng, and he is the suzerain of the Supreme Imperial City of Jiuli Continent, the sect master of a large sect mansion, and a well-known spiritual master.

This is a continent full of magic - the Nine Separation Continent.

Jiuli Buzhou, with the Jiuli Supreme Dynasty as the respect, has gone through thousands of years, the peak of the vast territory, the strength of the strong, peerless masters, so far in the Buzhou is still heard and even trembling.

However, the world is volatile, the times are changing, and the vicissitudes of life.

Tens of thousands of years of long years, the stars of the Nine Continents are shining, talents are coming out, and masters are rising.

It's a pity that the Jiuli Supreme Dynasty has suffered a series of changes, and the internal strife has not stopped, and the Supreme Imperial City doesn't know how many times it has staged brothers turning against each other and bleeding like a river.

Under the elimination of the other, the Nine Separation Continent gradually changed from the situation of the unification of the Nine Separation Supreme Dynasty to a jungle scene of one super and many powers, as well as countless small and medium-sized vassal states and family clans.

Even within the Jiuli Supreme Dynasty, many princes, grandsons, and even relatives of the emperor have secretly cultivated puppet forces outside to build the country and be arrogant.

Time flies, the deceased is like this, for some remote vassal states, the Nine Leaves Supreme Dynasty is gradually beyond the reach of the whip, and slowly, it has to turn a blind eye.

Who is the master of the vast land of Jiuli Continent has been up and down, and since then it has gradually become unknown.

This is an era of fists!

This is a ministry that relies on cultivation to go all over the world!

In the Buzhou, everyone has gone to great lengths to cultivate spiritual power exercises.

Above the continent, even if it is an ordinary person, even if it is a cultivation of the most inferior spiritual power exercises, even if it is only an entry-level spiritual disciple, it can strengthen the body and prolong life.

If you have the opportunity to attain the Tao and cultivate diligently, you will have a great opportunity to leap in the air, take things from the air, and even fly to the sky, crack rocks and open mountains, and do anything.

A master like Zhan Qianmeng, in the eyes of ordinary monks above the Ministry of Continent, is already a powerful character who can be worshiped and outstanding.

If it was on the edge of the Nine Supreme Imperial Dynasty's whips, it would not be difficult for such a master to split the territory and seal the territory.

It's just that this master at this time is quite embarrassed, and it seems that he is seriously injured and his spiritual power is exhausted.

If you have a good eye, you can see that at this time, above the right shoulder of Zhan Qianmeng, there is already a large area of shocking red, and the bubbling blood is still rushing.

The night, the ruined temple, the bloody men, the bad rain, the wind.

The tragic situation is always so similar, so terrifying.

At this moment, a crisp baby cry pierced the sky, breaking the deathly silence.

The swift figure suddenly froze, and was gently and skillfully suspended in the ethereal air.

Zhan Qianmeng looked at the baby in his arms, and his face showed a mixture of gratification, bitterness, determination, and indomitable complexity.

The vast earth, thunder and lightning, the bright moon lacks light.

Unconsciously, the aura of heaven and earth seemed to be flowing and fluctuating regularly.

The wound on Zhan Qianmeng's right shoulder was slowly repairing.

This kind of cultivation is a strong existence, and the speed of its own repair is almost visible to the naked eye.

In the eyes of mortals above the continent, this is simply an incredible monster, and they are even more envious and worshipped.

This is also the realm of strength that the low-level spiritual warriors of the Ministry of Continent dream of.

"Big brother, don't worry, unless I die, otherwise, it will never be possible!"

As soon as the words fell, with Zhan Qianmeng as the center, within hundreds of steps around, the originally calm air was unexpectedly flowing quickly and regularly as if it was being manipulated!

In the sharp whistling sound, the seemingly chaotic air condensed into more than a dozen indestructible flaming spears in just a dozen breaths.

These flaming spears, each of which was five or six steps long, were all condensed by the spiritual power that was emitted by Zhan Qianmeng, and a faint fiery red appeared on the spears, making the surrounding air burn.

The sharp edge of the flaming spear, even at a glance, seemed to burn the bone marrow.

Just as this flaming spear was formed, more than ten bursts of wind came from behind Zhan Qianmeng.

At this time, if there are people with extremely good vision, they will find that although there are many people who come, just from the explosive air flow that surrounds them, they know that all of them are extraordinary, and their cultivation is also extremely strong.

"Leave the young sect master, and leave all the corpses behind!"

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

The voice is extremely conceited, arrogant, and unstoppable.

In an instant, more than ten masters were going to surround the thousands of fierce men.

In this way, it will be difficult for Zhan Qianmeng to fly again.

In the dark night, Zhan Qian let out a clear roar, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and more than a dozen indestructible flame spears shot away in an instant.

"Hmph!

To the east, the masked black-clothed man led by him waved his hand, and several fierce spears that shot out instantly disappeared into invisibility.

It can be seen that the people in the east are strong in cultivation, and they are not inferior to Zhan Qianmeng.

However, not all of the other masked black-clothed people have the same strong cultivation as the masked black-clothed man headed by the east!

As more than a dozen screams sounded, the face of the black-clothed man at the head also changed!

"Damn!

The masked man in black let out a low roar, a lifelike, almost identical to the deity, and the humanoid spiritual power composed of spiritual power rushed out, holding the mad sword battle flag, and swooped straight ahead.

The human form is really angry!

The masked man in black was able to use his own cultivation to manipulate the aura of heaven and earth, and condense into a human form true qi!

This is a ghostly terrifying existence with a certain amount of spiritual intelligence, almost like a copy of the deity, but it is composed of spiritual power!

Zhan Qianmeng was already seriously injured, and he did his best to display the spiritual power of the Flame Spear!

However, at this moment, he is injured, his cultivation has not recovered, and in the face of the masked man in black who is chasing after him with leisure and waiting for labor, how can he resist it?

Thinking that he might die here, the eldest brother's entrustment could not be completed, Zhan Qianmeng sighed, the tower-like man, bloody eyes with tears flowing, looking up to the sky and roaring: "Big brother, the little brother has failed your entrustment!

Before the words fell, suddenly, without any warning, between heaven and earth, the aura surrendered!

It seems that the supreme power descends like a holy emperor, and all the people bow down!

Even the masked man in black who was originally empty-eyed was terrified!