Under the care of Qian Shang, Qi Youping has already broken through the Golden Immortal Realm, and he is the one with the most hope of breaking through the Heavenly Immortal in the entire Qi family!

The reason why Qian Shang let Yu Youping enter the Fire Dirt Mountain is also to let him grow up quickly after some experience, if he is lucky enough to meet Yuanwei, he may also be able to bring back some useful news, after all, Yu Youping and Yuanwei have dealt with each other back then. But she didn't expect that this would harm Qi Youping and cut off the hope of the Qi family.

Haoyang Beast's eyes were dull, and he couldn't recognize that the person standing in front of him was Old Ancestor Qianshang.

"Youping, Youping!" Qian Shang reached out and stroked the smooth back of the Haoyang Beast, crying silently.

However, as Mao Mo left, the Haoyang Beast slowly knelt on the ground and turned into a lifeless jade statue.

"Youping!Youping!" Qian Shang shook the Haoyang Beast and shouted in fear.

The body of the Haoyang Beast shattered with a bang and became a piece of jade slag!

Jiang Xin helped the grief-stricken Qian Shang up and comforted: "Senior sister, don't be sad, we will definitely kill Yuanwei and avenge Qi Youping!"

Seeing that Qian Shang was sad, the Sao people and the flame beasts also came to comfort him. Qian Shang cried sadly, looking so helpless in the chaos......

Helplessness is a dark cloud that lingers in everyone's heart, and everyone, even the immortals like the Yan Beast and the Sao Ren, can only watch the Three Realms quickly dry up, watch the mortals and low-realm immortal cultivators twist and turn into dust one by one and are helpless, and watch the high-realm immortal cultivators quickly weaken, grow old, and fall into the realm.

If this calamity doesn't stop, there won't be a single mortal, not a single immortal cultivator, or even a single living being in the Three Realms! However, no one can stop all this!

It was a kind of cramping and marrow extraction, as if there were countless hands in the void that were desperately twisting, squeezing out all the spiritual energy in every place, no person, and every tree, and then snatching it away.

Even the immortals could not avoid their flesh and blood being dented a little bit, and their skulls, ribs, leg bones, and so on were highlighted little by little, and everyone became a living skeleton! In a panic, they took out their private spiritual stones and spiritual materials to replenish their spiritual power.

Sao Ren didn't say anything, but he felt that the light in front of him was disappearing little by little, and he seemed to be about to fall into a void and dark interface.

The flame beast didn't say anything, but the long axe in his hand grew heavier and heavier, and he could barely lift it.

Jing Markham's legs shrunk into two dry branches, shivering in the dirt.

A pair of wings behind Mengluo clinged to his back, and the feathers on the wings withered, like a down-and-out pheasant.

Tu Jiaojiao was full of white hair, her face was filled with fine cracks, her blind eyes were like two black holes, and the whole person was like a long-standing pottery that would break in a blink of an eye.

Zigui had turned into a black ape, sitting on the ground with an iron rod in both hands, and his soul was lost.

The white staff of the knife in his hand continued to twist in his arms, one moment into a knife, one moment into a staff, and the other into the shape of a leg bone.

Mo Han had a translucent black veil on top of her cigarette butt, and she was on her knees muttering to herself, no one could hear what she was saying.

Zhang Wancheng held a longbow, but pointed a sharp arrow at his neck.

Sun Wei used his conjuring banner as a cloak and draped it tightly over his shoulder.

Jiang Xin held on and shielded her from the wind and rain in front of Qian Shang.

......

All the immortals were clearly aware of their abnormality, but no one dared to say it. They sat back to back, resisting the fears in their hearts.

When Yuanwei appeared, maybe all the Heavenly Immortals in the Emperor Mountain Realm would no longer be his opponents, right? Not because Yuanwei was too strong, but because the Heavenly Immortals of the Three Realms had become too weak!

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's just a few breaths, or maybe it's been decades?

The cramping sensation suddenly reached its peak, and everyone's bodies contracted violently, and then swelled violently. Then, the feeling of cramping and sucking the marrow disappeared completely! The shriveled flesh and blood of the immortals seemed to be flushed with air and water, and became fresh and full, even a little fatter than before!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and many collapsed on the ground as if they had survived.

Jing Wanjin inserted the wooden staff into the earth, and the wooden staff turned into a huge golden thorn that quickly took root and sprouted, and the vines were woven into a huge golden altar and surrounded Jing Wanjin.

"There's some aura in the dirt again!, but it's extremely rare!" exclaimed Jing Wanjin.

"Huh, that pillar of wind seems to be smaller, too!" the sorcerer cried out.

The pillar of wind that swept through the sky and the earth shrank rapidly, collapsed and disappeared within a few breaths, and finally turned into a sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that how many people are still left in the Three Realms at this time?

Almost none of those mortals who did not cultivate immortals survived, and those low-realm immortal cultivators lost all their spiritual power and collapsed their spiritual veins, which were no different from ordinary mortals......

Under Jiang Xin's careful protection, Qian Shang was still safe, but her face was pale and terrifying, and her jade hand patted her chest with a frightened look, which made people feel pity when they saw it.

"Senior Sister ......"

As soon as Sao Ren spoke, a sudden roar drowned out his voice, "Boom-".

The roar seemed to come from underground, as if it was coming from above, and it seemed to sound deep in everyone's ears. The sound was so muffled, as if someone was trying to stuff a boulder into a person's ear, and even if it was full, he had to hammer it into it.

Those low-level immortal cultivators couldn't resist this roar at all, and they desperately covered their ears to hide everywhere, only to find that this sound was everywhere......

"There's an earthquake!" roared the flame beast with its axe.

It was indeed an earthquake, and it was a landslide!

No one would have imagined that the solid ground beneath their feet was so fragile, crumpled, clumped together, or torn apart like paper. The plain where Yanjun City is located used to be as endless as a mirror, but in this roar, there are many bottomless ravines, and there are mountains that are expected to be bottomless!

It's not just Yanjun City, it's not just the Emperor Mountain Realm that has such changes, every corner of the Three Realms has undergone earth-shaking changes!

In this regard, the Three Realm Heavenly Immortals had no choice, they could only barely guarantee that they would not be harmed.

It lasted for half an hour before the earthquake slowly subsided.

Qian Shang shook off the dust on his body and asked worriedly, "This, this should be over, right?"

Sao Ren looked at the direction of the fire and dirt mountain from afar, and replied helplessly: "Actually, no!"

The changes in the Three Realms really didn't end, a cloud of ink pressed from the direction of the Fire Dirt Mountain, and the wind and snow were sandwiched in the clouds, coming quickly!

What a blizzard it was!

Palm-sized snowflakes rolled in the wind, sharp and ruthless, and countless immortal cultivators were cut into pieces. They cried and shouted and searched for shelter, but unfortunately there was not a single complete house in Yanjun City!

The snow was heavy and urgent, and in the blink of an eye it was no longer above the knees, and the sky and the earth were silvery white. Standing in the snow, that kind of bone-chilling cold climbed up the body, and countless immortal cultivators were frozen into ice lumps!

The Three Realms have suffered, and this pillar of wind, this earthquake, and this blizzard have been devastated in turn, almost exterminating all living beings in the Three Realms!

"Are these pillars of wind, earthquakes, and blizzards all caused by Motoo?" asked Yumeroku.

"It must be a demon made by him! In order to break through for himself, is he really ignoring the thousands of living beings in the Three Realms?

"Senior Brother Sun, did you say that Yuanwei broke through?" Mengluo asked again.

"Impossible! Impossible!" Sun Wei said firmly, "There is no realm above the Three Realms at all! Even the master of the flame beast, the old man Feng Ai, is just guessing! Yuan Wei has stolen the aura of the Three Realms with great effort, and the final consequence can only be to harm others and himself!"

"I had no intention of harming anyone!"

An old voice sounded behind Sun Wei.

"Who is it?"

Sun Wei was startled, he went back to look, but saw a white-haired old man dressed in black standing not far away.

The old man was so old, his long white hair mixed with white eyebrows and white beard that hung down to his feet, and his eyes and mouth were buried in a white side, making it impossible to see who he really was.

And behind him stood a young girl leading a tall three-eyed wolf.

"Y-Who are you?" asked Sun Wei as he shuddered and stepped back.

No one knew where and when this white-haired old man came to Yanjun City, but he was standing there, with waves without spiritual power on his body, like a stone and a mountain.

Hearing Sun Wei's shout, everyone looked at the white-haired old man.

Under the pure black ink clouds, on the white ice and snow, the white-haired old man stood there like that. His black robe was gently blown by the breeze, just like the ink clouds in the sky, and his snow-white hair poured down quietly, blending with the snow on the ground. He just stood there, unmoving, but became the center of attention.

"I had no intention of harming anyone!" said the white-haired old man, whose beard trembled, once again.

"Yuanwei! Yuanwei!" Sun Wei exclaimed, pulling Mengluo back a few hundred feet!

"Motao's coming!"

"Where's Motoo?"

"Is that white-haired old man Motowei? I remember when he went to the Fire Dirt Mountain and still looked young? It's only been more than ten years!"

"He's not going to be Motoo!

There was a lot of discussion among the immortal cultivators in Yanjun City, they didn't want to and didn't want to see Yuanwei appear here.

Is this person the tail of the end? Everyone turned their attention to Rui Shang. After all, Qian Shang and Xuan Mo have been together for many years, and Yuan Wei is the rebirth of Xuan Mo, and Qian Shang should be the person who knows Yuan Wei best.

Without being reminded by anyone, Qian Shang's eyes had already been fixed on the white-haired old man.

Qian Shang knew that whether it was Xuan Mo or Yuan Wei, their bodies were actually no different: they were eight feet tall, their muscles were like cold jade, their hands were up to their knees, their hair was luxuriant, their eyebrows were indifferent, and their eyes were narrow and long...... However, there is a world of difference between the souls of Xuan Mo and Yuan Wei: Xuan Mo is arrogant and frivolous, and has a soft spot for Qian Shang, while Yuan Wei is innocent and enthusiastic, afraid of loneliness, and treats too many people as his family and invests too much emotion......

However, no matter how Qian Shang looked at it and compared it, the white-haired old man in front of him was too far away from Xuan Mo or Yuan Wei! Qian Shang couldn't see the man's eyes, because they were hidden by long eyebrows. Although he had doubts, he didn't want to believe that this old man was Yuanwei.

"He's not Motoo!" shouted Reshang.