Two figures flew in, and volleyed a net bag over.

"Emperor Yanyang, that's Bian Xingchen's flying magic weapon."

There is another cliff there, but this cliff is completely black and slightly shiny.

If you look closely, the luster is actually an illusion caused by a layer of tiny creatures attached to the cliff wall, slightly wriggling.

Ji Cangqiong, who had been expressionless, looked at those living creatures and frowned imperceptibly.

But in an instant, it disappeared.

He flicked his sleeve open and wiped it on his exposed wrist, and the bright red blood gushed out like a spring, a strange contrast to his already white jade-like skin.

He pressed his blood-stained palm down against the blackened cliff, and the creatures smelled it and swarmed together.

Blood overflowed, flowing down the palm of Ji Cangqiong's hand pressed on the cliff wall, and more and more living creatures gathered over, making a buzzing sound like locusts transiting, and those who listened shuddered.

But Ji Cangqiong showed a relieved expression.

Slowly, those black creatures were probably full of blood, and their bodies glowed with a faint red light.

The cliffs to which they are attached are slowly and visibly recessed, and have a tendency to spread outward.

When the deep hole that is recessed can pass one person, Ji Cang. The palm pressed against the cliff wall suddenly erupted with a black and golden light.

The little creatures that crawled on his palms and arms to suck blood turned into powder.

Ji Cangqiong took a step forward and squeezed through the deep hole that was sunken.

The scene in front of me suddenly changed, and the trees were colorful, and the trees were lush and fragrant.

There seemed to be a smell of holiness in the air.

It's like a real wonderland.

It's just quiet, isolated, and there is no sound.

The cliff that Ji Cangqiong passed through has long been gone.

This wonderland seems to have no borders, and the scenery is exactly the same everywhere you look.

But Ji Cangqiong knew that this was all an illusion.

This holy and peaceful paradise is a killing machine every step of the way.

He closed his eyes and stepped out, landing on a place that was familiar to the bones.

After a few moments, he stopped, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes.

The scenery in front of me is still exactly the same.

But in front of him stood a jade-colored altar, towering into the sky.

The altar was surrounded by a thick aura, and there was a coercion that made people want to bow down immediately.

If you try to get closer, you can't move an inch.

Ji Cangqiong stood still for a while, and a similar aura was enveloped in his body.

He walked slowly to the altar, and the coercion seemed to accept him.

Ji Cangqiong flew up.

From below, the altar looks like a square rectangle.

But at the top of him is another vast and boundless world.

The whole body is paved with white jade, and there is almost nothing, except for a lifelike sculpture in the center.

The sculpture is a celestial maiden with a smart face, but she is doing a solemn meditation posture.

Ji Cangqiong's eyes were faintly excited.

Walking over step by step, he stood in front of the statue of the goddess, and played a complicated and redundant trick, and many charms floated out of his palm, melting into the body of the statue of the goddess.

A moment later, on the jade futon under the seat of the Celestia, many names glowing with golden light appeared.

The fonts are large and small, the strokes are thick and thin, and the shades of golden light are also different.

And the most striking of them is...

Bian Xingchen.

Ji Cangqiong looked at the abrupt name, and his breathing seemed to pause for a moment.

"Sure enough... It's you. ”

Ji Cangqiong was stunned for a long time, and suddenly let out a burst of laughter.

"After waiting for 4,000 years, did you really make me wait?"