Five days later, the third assault on the mountain began.

But there weren't too many of them, just three of them.

One stepped on a flying sword, one harnessed a powerful beast, and one lay in a coffin and flew across the earth.

Everyone's eyes were looking at this place, but most people couldn't peep, and as soon as the spiritual eye was opened, it would be bombarded into ashes by the qi of those peerless powerhouses.

However, there is a spiritual spring in the big city, as long as the coordinates are lost, you can see the scene there, and several masters jointly open a water curtain of the spiritual spring, so that everyone can see everything that happens in the forbidden mountain.

The old man who stepped on the flying sword had long hair fluttering and white eyebrows over his knees, and his cloudy eyes swept the mountains: "The forbidden mountain that is not good-looking, but it is the place where you and I are buried!"

"Hey, it's time to be satisfied with countless powerful existences!" Another old man patted the mount that he was afraid to sit on, it was a Vermilion Bird Spirit Bird with pure blood, and it was not allowed to be an alternative king at its peak, but it was the same as the master, and it had entered the twilight of its life for more than a year.

The lid of the coffin was lifted, and another old man sat up: "Two old men, long time no see!"

The old man was thin with only one skin wrapped in bones, his white hair was withered against his scalp, and his eyes were as dark as a candle about to be extinguished.

The Vermilion Bird Spirit Bird cried, fluttered its wings and wanted to do something to the old man in the coffin, the old man hurriedly said: "Don't be angry, little bird, we are all dying people, let's put down the hatred or something, and leave enough strength to attack the Forbidden Mountain!"

"Tuoba Tian!" the old man who stepped on the flying sword slowly spoke, "I didn't expect you to be alive!"

"You're not dead, how can I die. But I still can't survive the years! Heavenly Sword, Liu Tian is immortal. The three of us are the only living peers in the world! It is better to let go of our prejudices and join hands with the three of us to attack the mountain!"

Liu Tian patted the head of the Vermilion Bird Spirit Bird and said, "Okay!"

Many of the monks who watched through the spiritual spring water curtain were stunned, they didn't expect it to be these three. These three are true legends, who have lived for more than fifteen hundred years, and have traveled longer than ordinary kings, and are said to have touched the barrier of great power.

"It's as good as they are going to embark on this path!" many monks who had already entered their twilight years sighed, and I don't know who shouted: "Dare to ask if there is really an immortal life in the world?"

Let you be unique in the world, let you dominate the world. In the end, it is all a pinch of loess, and no matter how much magic power will be turned into dust. Today is the last afterglow of the older generation, gentle, brilliant and colorful. But after the afterglow, there will be boundless darkness, the existence that once shook the universe, and turned into a cold character in the history books for people to hang.

At this moment, not only the old generation is wailing, but even the young people are concerned. In the future, they will also go down this path.

Tuoba Tian is a demon cultivator, he traveled all over the world when he was a teenager, and after his magic achievements, he left a great reputation, fighting the Holy Land, killing the Holy Lord, and being invincible in his life. At this time, there was a miserable laugh: "Let me wait for my flesh and blood to explore the mystery of the Forbidden Mountain!"

He looked at the West and shouted, and then carried the heavy sarcophagus, and finally returned to the peak of this life, the spirit of the Qi Xuan Ang was invincible, and the thousand catties of sarcophagus were as light as a feather in his hands.

The old man of the Heavenly Sword turned into the Young Hero of the Heavenly Sword, the white-clothed Shengxue was out of the dust, and the essence in his eyes flashed when he stepped on the flying sword, and Liu Tian and the Vermilion Bird Spirit Bird also returned to their peak, carrying the power of burning the world with one person and one horse.

Three invincible old men burned themselves in the afterglow and rushed into the Forbidden Mountain.

As soon as it entered the sea, there was no sound of battle or earth-shattering explosion. No one dared to believe that they were peerless masters of the Great Dao, no matter how powerful the Forbidden Mountain was, they should have left the fluctuations of the battle, and they had waited for half a day without a life.

Someone sighed: "The power of the forbidden mountain cannot be guessed, the three peak kings are unexpectedly..."

The mountain attack battles of the two holy lands of Tianyan and Beixuan have come to an end, and when they come, they are mighty, and when they go, they are sad. The monks in the big city were also full of emotion, and they saw off more than a dozen other enlightened kings with their own eyes, and their hearts were uneasy!

The two holy lands retreated, but the battle of attacking the mountain continued, and the huge sects went forward one after another, and all the holy places in the ancient star gradually came.

"The Battle of the Fallen King!"

Some people have dubbed this mountain attack the Battle of the Fallen King. Yes, in the first half a year, more than 30 veteran kings died in the Forbidden Mountain, and the world fell into grief.

And Zhang Fan had already retreated.

The kings all died in the Forbidden Mountain, and he didn't dare to go back to danger.

This destination is his last stop in Yan Kingdom, which is a remote mountain village, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, there is a huge peach tree at the entrance of the village in his memory, which will produce a lot of fruit every year, sweet and delicious, and a bite of the peach fragrance will stay in the lips and teeth for half a day.

"Xiaojiangcun!" Zhang Fan wore the stars and the moon, and hurried non-stop. Xiaojiangcun is his hometown, and his memory is very vague, but he can't forget the porridge he must eat every day.

His family is very hard, he is so good-natured, he eats a meal of meat every year, and usually he is mainly gruel. He was born enlightened, with an amazing memory, as long as he wanted, every scene when he was a child would appear in front of him, although he lived a hard time, but he was very satisfied, and some children were very happy, he was a child at the time, and often played the role of the storyteller in the mouth of the chivalrous commander 'group of heroes'.

Naturally, the group is played by his little men.

It's a pity that he was excavated by Cangyun Mountain when he was five years old, and he has been far away from his homeland since then, and he only knew it until his grandfather died.

At this time, he stood under the peach tree at the entrance of the village, and there was infinite sadness in his eyes: "I'm back!"

The village was empty, which made Zhang Fan very strange, could it be that Xiaojiang Village had completely decayed?

He walked from the head of the village to the end of the village and didn't see anyone, and suddenly there were signs of life activity under the dirt bag in front of him, and he already sensed that someone was below: "Come out, I know there are people inside!"

The dirt bag was loosened, and suddenly a figure kicked out, holding a steel knife and slashing at Zhang Fan's head. Zhang Fan's cultivation is not weak now, and the person who shot is just a mortal who knows kung fu, holding the steel knife firmly with both hands, his eyes softened: "Why do you use the knife as soon as you meet?"

"Robber, I'll kill you!" The young man abandoned the big knife and punched Zhang Fan in the chest. Zhang Fan remained motionless and let this punch fall on something.

With a snap, the young man's hand bones were almost broken, and he covered his palms: "Holy!

"Little dog!" Zhang Fan suddenly opened his mouth.

The young man who shook his hand was stunned when he heard this: "How do you know my nickname.."

"It's me!" Zhang Fan showed a big smile. The little dog is two years older than Zhang Fan, but he is very obedient, he can be said to be a hardcore little brother, but he didn't expect to see him for more than ten years, and the runny little boy has grown into a strong man.

The little dog looked suspicious: "Who are you? Don't try to lie to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is smart!"

Zhang Fan was dumbfounded: "Lao Tzu is Zhang Fan, you take a closer look at Lao Tzu!"

The puppy frowned. Although more than ten years have passed, the appearance of the child is still faintly visible, and the little dog looked at it and burst into tears: "Brother Fan, you are really back... Woo!"