"What? Do you want to go over and have a look?"

Looking at the streamer's gaze, the main peak of Nadingjun Mountain was as quiet as ever, and it was hard to imagine that just yesterday, there were groups of endless Dao Trojan horses.

The destructive power of those Trojan Horses was difficult for even the cultivators of the Condensation Realm to compete with.

"Hmm"

The streamer nodded, and didn't explain too much, the main peak exuded a mysterious aura, and there might be clues that the streamer needed.

The clues there may give a clue to the grand matter of streamers creating the world.

Streamer's father's soul will wander for seventy-seven forty-nine years before he can be reincarnated, and there are still more than forty years to count, but these years, his father's soul has wandered in space, like a lonely ghost.

Thinking of this, Streamer felt that time was pressing, and that he would be strong enough to create a world as soon as possible, so that his father could be reborn in another world, and his father would be able to drift away for a while.

Summoning Xiaobai back into the storage fan, the streamer walked cautiously through the mountains and forests.

On the way to the main peak, I kept encountering corpses with mutilated limbs, all of which died tragically at the hands of the running Trojan horse.

Looking at these corpses, his heart was full of sympathy, and at the same time, he was also sighing that no matter what universe it is, only the strong have room for negotiation in front of death.

And the weak can only accept the mercy of death, the god of death let you die in the third watch, and no one left you until the fifth watch.

Only by being strong can you create your own life trajectory.

Even though people are quite small in the face of fate, Streamer is still willing to believe in the saying that man wins the sky.

......

About a finger of incense, the streamer has come to the main peak.

In front of the tomb of Master Kong Ming, there was a group of people in black.

The streamer hid behind a tree, and vaguely saw that an injured old man in white was helped up by several men in black.

"General, how are you?"

One of the middle-aged men in black supported the old man in white and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, I didn't expect that after this Kong Ming Lao'er died, he still left his thousands of Trojan horses in the tomb, fortunately I got Dehui Zhi, this time God opened his eyes, I Dawei is going to dominate the world, hahaha......"

Even though he was injured, the old man in white still couldn't help it, raised Dehuizhi above his head, and laughed loudly, this laughter resounded throughout the mountains and forests, shaking the birds and beasts to flee in all directions.

The sound wave reached the streamer's ears, making the streamer feel a sense of impact that he had never felt before, although this force fluctuation did not have a feeling of oppression, but it faintly gave people an unfathomable feeling.

"Congratulations to the general for getting the art of war, the general is just around the corner"

The group of black-clothed people surrounding the old man in white immediately knelt down and congratulated in unison.

"Kong Ming Lao'er's Dao Li Trojan Horse is nothing more than that, I really want to fight with you for a few more rounds, but it's a pity that you left too early"

The old man in white actually put away the gesture that was close to madness just now, immediately straightened his clothes, and bowed respectfully to the tomb of Master Kongming, and then his expression was a little lonely.

"Dehui Zhi?"

Streamer looked at the scene in front of him, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice.

It seems that this Dawei is going to attack Bashu, but what kind of situation will the world be, Streamer fell into contemplation, but he didn't keep his thoughts on this, after all, in this world, he is just a passerby.

At the end of the congratulatory sound, the old man in white rode on a mount with a turtle body and a lion's head, and then soared into the sky and disappeared from the main peak of Dingjun Mountain.

The group of black-clothed men knelt on one knee, and only after the phantom in the sky completely disappeared into the sky, did they slowly get up, and then drove down the mountain road.

The streamer leaned out and walked towards the tomb.

I saw that the grass in front of the tomb was all covered with a layer of wood chips.

On top of the sawdust, there were fragments of the Trojan horse.

"Could it be that this old man in white has a fierce confrontation with the Trojan horse here?"

In Streamer's mind, I couldn't help but make up the picture of last night, those Trojan horses rushed out of the cave, some of them ran towards the surrounding mountains, and the other part was with the old man in white.

With the strength of the old man in white, he could have escaped, and the reason why he was like this was that he still wanted to test the power of Master Kongming's huge group of Trojan horses.

Judging from the thick layer of sawdust spread on the ground, it is clear that this power Trojan horse has suffered heavy losses, and the strength of the old man in white is even more unfathomable.

As soon as you enter the tomb, a cold feeling hits you, and you can't help but wrap your clothes tightly.

This tomb looks small from the outside, but the space inside is close to a radius of dozens of miles.

In this space, there are huge groups of wooden horses, which look like tens of thousands, standing there like terracotta warriors.

If it weren't for the glimmer of light provided by the Dao power above the Trojan Horse, this space would have been pitch black.

Imagining the tragic death of many people under the horses yesterday, these Trojan horses give people an eerie feeling.

In order to make the scene in front of him more clearly, the streamer picked up a dead wood, and then shook his palm, using the effect of friction to light the torch.

The firelight lit up, illuminating the surrounding walls.

On that wall, there are pictures.

The scene on the painting made the streamer surprised.

This turned out to be the design of the entire Dingjun Mountain.

Each mountain is marked with the name of the designer.

The location of the main peak is designed by Master Dehui.

Follow the picture to find the bamboo forest, which is marked with the name of Master Kongming.

It turns out that the entire Dingjun Mountain is a small world created by these people.

Streamer held a torch to illuminate the pattern on the wall, and then walked inside.

Seeing the painting on the wall, a giant sword seemed to tear the space into a small hole.

Looking at the arrow, it seems to be signaling, after the small mouth becomes larger, a space appears, and the warlock uses the power of the elements to create everything in this world.

There is a gap in the space we are in, and it is possible to pass through the space through the gap, which is already known to the streamer when it was on Earth.

I didn't expect this theory to be confirmed here.

If you want to carve a crack in the space, you must need supreme power.

Streamer suddenly remembered that once in the sword peak, in that sword aura, as if in a specific position, the time book would shine a little.

Perhaps, in those places, there are already tiny spatial gaps.

It is also reasonable to think about it, the power of the Red Silence Sword is so powerful, the powerhouses of the entire continent have stepped on it, and no one can take it down.

Among those powerhouses, there must also be powerhouses like Master Kongming who can create small worlds.

Such a strong person has not been able to obtain the Red Silence Sword, which shows what kind of existence that sword is.