The land of Kyushu stretches for eternity.

In the ancient war, in order to seize the illusory immortal road and rank among the ranks of immortality, the emperors of all races competed, and the blood of the Supreme Emperor stained the eight wildernesses, which once turned the world's Kyushu into a land full of devastation and mourning.

With the abrupt end of the primeval war, thousands of years of reproduction and breeding, Kyushu heaven and earth only restored tranquility and calm, but because of the primeval war, the rules of heaven and earth were damaged, not only was there no immortal road opened, even the supreme fruit position of the Great Emperor was also due to the lack of the avenue of heaven and earth, and it became a broken road, since the primeval era millions of years later, until the ancient times, no one became an emperor!

Wind Thunder Pavilion.

This is a second-rate immortal gate on the Xuantian Domain.

A long time ago, there was a period of glorious years, but 10,000 years ago, suddenly by the impact of the dark storm that spread out of the Meteoric Immortal Ridge, for a while, thousands of disciples withered, and several Supreme Elders were all spared to die in the corrosion of the dark matter, but fortunately, that dark storm was fleeting, and the Wind Thunder Pavilion thus preserved some of the heritage.

But all of a sudden, he fell from the ranks of the brilliant top immortal sects to the position of the second-rate immortal gates.

The words of the Falling Immortal Ridge are a big forbidden place on the Xuantian Domain, not to mention the Wind Thunder Pavilion, even if the domain master of the Xuantian Domain comes, he does not dare to step into it, it is rumored that it is a battlefield left by the Ancient War, and the endless years have precipitated, and the magic medicine in it is everywhere, and there is the secret of immortality, the bones of the Great Emperor.

But generation after generation, how many powerful people in the world, the lord of the dynasty is gone. Slowly, no one dared to enter the Meteorite Ridge anymore.

......

On this day, the rain poured down and thundered in the sky!

Occasionally, the blazing thunder and lightning that flashed above the dome were as violent as the great dragon of the wilderness, destroying the world.

In the row of thatched huts at the foot of Fenglei Pavilion Mountain, Xiao Chen, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, was dying, lying on the hard wooden bed with bruises all over his body.

Outside the house, several teenagers left Zhang Wang, whispering sneakily:

"I'm afraid this kid won't be able to do it, if he dies, don't we have to bury this waste?"

"There are thousands of disciples outside the Wind Thunder Pavilion, how many didn't die that year? It was when this kid was collecting medicine by himself, he accidentally fell off the cliff, and we carried him back and didn't let him lie in the mountain for the beast to eat, which is already considered benevolence and righteousness. ”

"That being said, but the sister of that waste is extremely talented, with clear Dao bones, she became a disciple of the Inner Sect early on, and she was also accepted as a mantle disciple by Elder Yunyue, and her status is a hundred times more noble than our insignificant and unworthy outer disciples. I'm afraid that Xiao Ling'er will settle accounts afterwards and take us under the knife. ”

......

Xiao Chen, whose consciousness wandered between the chaos, heard the discussion outside the house in a daze, and the corners of his mouth not only showed a bitter smile arc.

He is an orphan, he can't remember the memory before the age of seven, after the age of seven, he is like a rootless duckweed on the streets and alleys, and there is only one sister Xiao Ling'er who depends on each other for his life, but has no blood relationship.

At that time, Xiao Chen's biggest wish was to grow up quickly, to buy a new dress for the little girl, and let the other party eat good things every day, luck seemed to have come, a few years ago, the elder of the Wind Thunder Pavilion Yunyue went out, and met Xiao Linger by chance, and fell in love with Xiao Linger at a glance, saying that the little girl was talented, Bing Xue was smart, and she was willing to accept her as a disciple.

But Xiao Chen's qualifications are mediocre, the meridians are blocked, and he is not suitable for cultivation at all, in the end, it is for Xiao Ling'er's face that Xiao Chen has become a disciple of the outer sect of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, but in the five years of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, no matter how hard he tries, Xiao Chen has not broken through the mortal body and opened up the spiritual veins, and according to the regulations of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, the outer disciples must pick a batch of elixir for the sect every three months.

Otherwise, they will be expelled from the sect.

The area where the elixir was picked was the boundless wilderness outside the Wind Thunder Pavilion. Yesterday, Xiao Chen found a high-quality elixir on a cliff in the depths of the Great Wilderness, and he had just climbed it with great difficulty, and several disciples from the outer sect of the Wind Thunder Pavilion who were traveling with him rushed over, and wanted to take away the elixir.

Xiao Chen argued with him, but he had no power to restrain the chicken, Xiao Chen, who had no cultivation at all, where were the opponents of the outer disciples who had already opened up the spiritual veins and condensed the mana, and they fell off the cliff after a momentary misstep.

Now, listening to the few culprits outside the house shirking their responsibilities and calling themselves one waste at a time, Xiao Chen's heart has no fluctuations at all, the ups and downs of the world, he has long been indifferent, the only thing he can't let go of is that he is just like this, and he will never see that innocent and smiling little girl again.

"What do we have to do with this kid who fell off a cliff and fell to his death?"

Suddenly, among the few outer disciples outside the house, the young man with an extraordinarily burly figure roared with a dignified expression, he kicked open the door, walked into the room, looked at Xiao Chen who was dying on the bed, and sneered:

"Waste is hard life, after being so seriously injured, you can still hold on to this day. I can't give you a chance to tell your sister Xiao Ling'er the truth of the matter. So don't blame me, sir, I'm ruthless. ”

When the words fell, this guy just reached out and pinched Xiao Chen's pulse.

“...... You!"

Rao is heart is like water, Xiao Chen is angry, what is this?

"The law of the jungle!"

"The three thousand domains of Kyushu, since ancient times, the emphasis has been on the respect of the strong! If I had that all-penetrating mana power, how could I end up like this?"

The strong unwillingness erupted in the depths of Xiao Chen's soul, but his consciousness disappeared like an hourglass.

In an instant, Xiao Chen, who was lying on the wooden bed, was cut off from breath, at least in the eyes of a few disciples outside the Wind Thunder Pavilion.

"Remember it all for me! If that Xiao Ling'er comes, he must speak in a unified voice, saying that this waste fell off the cliff and died, understand?" the burly young man shouted word by word.

......

In the boundless dark world, Xiao Chen's only remaining wisp of consciousness fluttered with the waves.

Is this what death feels like?

Are you on your way to hell?

All kinds of questions lingered in Xiao Chen's heart.

An abrupt flash of light appeared in Xiao Chen's field of vision.

He tried to open his eyes and look, and then the wild land in his sockets was breathtaking, magical, ancient and mysterious, vast and vast.

In this leisurely land that has precipitated the reckless charm of eternity, it is full of devastation and corpses.

A figure stood under the sky.

This is a young man wearing gold armor, holding a spear, with a hollow gaze, and a domineering man, and at his feet, there is a huge dragon bone that spans thousands of miles and swallows the eight desolations, as if it was the mount under the feet of the gold-armored man before his death.

No matter how long the years have passed, the flesh and blood of the golden-armored man is still intact, incorruptible and immortal.

A kind of compelling qi belonging to the world's powerhouse, it is also lingering, and the wisps are wrapped around the body of this golden-armored man, and a wisp can be horizontally suppressed!

With a turn of his eyes, Xiao Chen saw an ancient mountain made of nine-colored immortal gold again.

Hundreds of ancient corpses of gods and demons, or three heads and six arms, or evil pupils on the eyebrows, or demon wings on their backs, all let a golden arrow that shines like the heavens and the sun nailed to the ancient mountain of ten thousand ways and billions of rays, and the blood flowing from the ancient corpses of these gods and demons has not yet dried up, and has gathered into a blood spring on the ground, and the energy fluctuations contained in it are enough to destroy the world!

The person who shot out to wipe out these gods and demons was undoubtedly the young man who stood in front of the primeval mountain.

A young man who looks less than thirty years old, standing up to the sky, majestic and domineering, holding a divine bow in his hand, but unfortunately there is no breath of life beating in those eyes.

"-Taigu Yi Tianzun?"

Xiao Chen gasped in disbelief.

In the five years of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, he has not opened up the spiritual vein and entered the martial arts, but there are rumors about the strong people in the ancient era, which can be heard every three or five times. The Yi clan is a super clan in the primeval era, and the Dayi is the ancient Tianzun who is famous and eternal in the heavens! To this day, there are still many places in the 3,000 domains of Kyushu that worship the Dayi Tianzun!

"I'm not dead?"

Immediately, Xiao Chen realized a more important question, that is, he is not dead yet, but what is this place, and whose body does he have now?

Xiao Chen was in a hurry, he walked not far away, picked up a bronze ancient mirror that was ancient and mysterious, reflecting the great thousands, and had been sealed for a long time, through the blurred mirror, Xiao Chen saw his face clearly at this moment, this is really not his own body. The face that appeared on the bronze mirror was a young face of about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a Taoist crown and a flowing face.

The clothes worn outside Xiao Chen's body are also robes from ancient times.

"What the hell is going on?"

If it is anyone, after dying of anger, occupying a strange body, appearing in a strange world, it will also be at a loss.

Xiao Chen breathed heavily, trying to calm himself down in this way.

This breath didn't matter, as soon as he exhaled and inhaled, the energy matter spread across the nine heavens and ten earths was boiling like a sea of smoke and converging into his body.

Xiao Chen realized that this strange body was like a bottomless black hole. At this time, the endless energy of heaven and earth poured into this strange body, and Xiao Chen also experienced unprecedented power!

"Bang Bang Bang"

Rocks and sand, gods and demons cry together.

The power controlled by Xiao Chen is endlessly growing.

The ghost made the gods, Xiao Chen stretched out his palm, this is simple, and the power generated by a bland grasp cannot be described.

The big hand glowing with white jade light lifted away the ten thousand gloom shrouded in the headspace, and pinched the stars and moons hanging high in the extraterritorial starry sky into nothing and reduced them to powder.

Pick the stars and pinch the moon! Burn the sky and boil the sea!

This is something that can only be done by the power of the human race with boundless mana and vast supernatural powers!

Wind Thunder Pavilion, as a second-grade immortal sect on the Xuantian Domain, now only has a half-step master who can support the façade.

Xiao Chen was shocked, this body, couldn't it be left by a certain ancient powerhouse? After he died, his consciousness was sluggish, and the wind and clouds would occupy and take away this body?

The power is still skyrocketing!

Xiao Chen couldn't care about the thirty-seven twenty-one, he took one step, and there was a golden avenue under his feet that ploughed open ten thousand domains and illuminated the sky as a bridge, just one step away, he walked through the vast world of millions of miles, and what appeared in front of him again was a stone monument!

"Falling Immortal Ridge!"

Three big characters, vigorous and powerful, the eternal imprint on the stone tablet, alerting the world, this place is not to enter!

“...... This...... This is actually Meteoric Immortal Ridge?"

How could Xiao Chen not know what kind of place the Falling Immortal Ridge was? This was the supreme forbidden area of the Xuantian Domain! The Wind Thunder Pavilion used to be the first-class Immortal Sect Great Sect in the Xuantian Domain, but it was too close to the Falling Immortal Ridge, and it was attacked by the dark matter swept out of the Falling Immortal Ridge, and the high-level fell completely, so it fell into a second-grade Immortal Sect.

It is rumored that Falling Immortal Ridge is one of the main battlefields of the Ancient War, and those who fell within it are all super masters of the Ancient Era! There is even the Supreme Emperor of the Ancient Era, the Immortal Emperor! For the martial arts monks of this era, the Falling Immortal Ridge is a treasure full of great temptations.

It's a pity that the Falling Immortal Ridge, where the dark matter is surging, is a place where the power of the human race can stop and retreat.

"Hum~"

Xiao Chen's stunned kung fu, the power in his body, climbed to an extreme, and behind his head, a round of divine disk appeared.

Intertwined with the rules of the Three Thousand Great Avenues, and filled with the reflection of the Divine Disc Wheel of the Supreme Holy Qi Machine, endless visions accompanied him, and golden lotuses were everywhere!

Xiao Chen, who was dressed in an ancient robe, wearing a Taoist crown, and had a flowing face, was also like an ancient emperor resurrected and walked out of this Fallen Immortal Ridge.

Coincidentally, in the depths of the main hall of the Wind Thunder Pavilion thousands of miles away, Huo Tiandu, the pavilion master of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, who was sitting there with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes shook, and he looked into the distance incredibly, and then he heard the wind and moved, and came to the front of the Falling Immortal Ridge across thousands of miles, and at a glance, he naturally saw Xiao Chen's posture, and he was standing in front of the stone tablet thinking about something in a trance, divine and sacred, and inviolable.

“...... Big...... The Great!"

Huo Tiandu was about to go crazy, the moment he saw Xiao Chen, he couldn't help but kneel down, the Huanghuang Emperor coming from the front was something that he, the Wind Thunder Pavilion Master who was high in the past, didn't have the slightest power to parry.

What made Huo Tiandu puzzled was that after the Ancient War, there was no Emperor Supreme between heaven and earth, and millions of years had passed, and this situation had not changed.

"Immortal Ridge?"

"The Great?"

“...... Could it be that in the primeval era, the Great Emperor who fell in the Meteoric Immortal Ridge was revived in this life?"

Huo Tiandu's expression moved.