The fairy ship soaring in the sky hunted a giant like a mountain.

This scene is like a fantasy blockbuster, which attracts everyone's attention.

Chu Wangxian rubbed his eyes, he could even see the black chains, penetrating the giant's wrists and leg bones.

Bloody blood rained down from the giant's body and stained the clouds red.

Roar!

The giant is not dead, he is struggling, angry and angry.

The flying sailboat was dragged in front, and it was even more unbearable like a toy, shaking incessantly in the storm.

This scene is worrying when you look at it, like a small boat that has jointly caught a huge whale, but it is extremely laborious, and it may be destroyed by the giant at any time.

"Dare to be presumptuous in Penglai Xianmen, and he is not honest. "On the sailboat, someone scolded angrily.

Rumble!

The sky swept through the blue thunderbolts, accompanied by a deafening thunderbolt.

Someone manipulated the thunder and lightning, as if he was manipulating a thousand meters of thunder and lightning whip, breaking through the air and whipping the giant.

Bang Bang Bang!

The thunder whip summoned by the immortals is so terrifying. Under the continuous and merciless whipping, the giant wailed, his skin opened, and finally he stopped struggling.

Chu Wangxian looked at it solemnly, and his expression became more and more deep.

This is the Penglai Immortal Gate nearly 10,000 years ago?

What should an immortal look like?

In Chu Wangxian's impression, the immortal should sit in the fairy palace, watch the world change plainly, and feel the tranquility of eternity.

Even like a clay statue, the emperor is too forgetful, and each looks down on life and death.

Isn't that what the books say?

But the scene in front of him really subverted his cognition.

Penglai Xianmen was extremely brutal, and he treated the giants of the Pangu clan so ruthlessly, and imprisoned them like heavy prisoners.

"Penglai Immortal Sect, the nineteenth generation of medium-qualified disciples. Everyone, follow me!"

"Remember, you are now immortal cultivators, not those savages in the mortal world who drink blood, immortal cultivators, you must look like immortal cultivators, all of them will give me a head and chest. ”

A voice sounded in Chu Wangxian's ears, and the teenagers stood up in a hurry, and their middle-qualified teenagers were taken away and left on a flying sailboat.

On top of the flying sailboat, they took off their linen clothes and put on fine fairy silk.

"Mu Yue, don't cry, we are people who want to become immortals!"

The fat boy behind him, Yan Liang, smacked his lips and comforted Chu Wangxian.

Chu Wangxian was silent, the young man he possessed didn't seem to be very good in everyone's impression.

"Set sail!"

The sailboat raised its sails like dragon wings, and the howling wind swept from the dragon wings sails, and sailed high into the sky through the wind and waves, flying higher and higher.

The cold wind was blowing in their faces, and the group of teenagers were shivering, but only Chu Wangxian was quite calm.

The ancient Xianmen, which could build sailing ships that soared into the sky, already had a high technical level.

He touched his clothes, and the silk was smooth, soft and weightless.

Chu Wangxian was a little puzzled, if it was said that tens of thousands of years ago, the Immortal Gate had such a high technology, why it had not spread to the mortal world.

Like the Tianzhu epic "Mahabharata", it also describes a war similar to a nuclear war, why today's scientific and technological civilization is not as good as in ancient times.

"It's cold, the boat is still rising, are we going up to the sun?"

There were people on the boat who were unscrupulous, in exchange for a burst of laughter.

"The immortal gate is endless, and naturally disdains to meet mortals. I'm telling you, we're going to Penglai Immortal Realm. The corners of the boy's mouth curled up smugly, pointing to the swirling clouds above his head.

Everyone raised their heads in unison, each with their own visions, and Chu Wangxian was mixed in it, observing carefully.

The flying sailing ship rushed into the mouth of a whirlpool storm tens of kilometers wide, and after a jolt, it finally sailed like a new world.

In the Penglai fairy world, it is cold and cold.

As far as the eye could see, it was as if they were in the middle of a huge iceberg.

"Look, it's a giant, a giant who broke new ground!"

"They cut through the chaotic qi and opened up the Penglai Immortal Realm. ”

The teenagers huddled to the side of the boat and watched curiously.

Distance!

Bands of giants in high numbers were chained, armed with various tools, and they were digging through the world, digging through the chaotic qi that was as thick as an iceberg.

Like a group of people, in the Antarctic ice, carved out a world.

They also saw a lot of nine-headed dragons, fire phoenixes, and all kinds of demon beasts, like beasts, being slapped by thunder whips and pulling stones.

There are even immortals who are chained and strive, forced to use various means to move the chaotic qi.

The Qi refining disciples present are from Penglai Island, and they can be regarded as having some knowledge, but at this moment, it is like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, and they look fresh everywhere.

"Shhh, be quiet, this is the new world of Penglai Immortal, Penglai Immortal World. Yan Liang whispered excitedly, and said:

"We were admitted to the Penglai Immortal Gate, you must know that there is a difference between immortals and mortals, and even we and mortals should not live in the same world. ”

"Immortals open up new worlds, I heard that there are not only Penglai Immortal World, but also Three Thousand Worlds, Elysium World, and Eden World!"

Yan Liang glanced at Chu Wangxian, saw Chu Wangxian listening calmly, and secretly said that this kid had opened his mind.

"All for the Penglai Immortal King!" Yan Liang suddenly roared.

"Brother Yan, you are really powerful, you know everything, where did these giants get them?"

"These giants are the losers of the Great War, they are brute force, they are large and efficient, and they are the best slaves. It's much better than those dragons. Yan Liang said casually.

He was telling the most ordinary things.

Chu Wangxian said in his heart that the five divisions of the Wind Clan have the same origin, but at this moment, the Penglai Immortal Gate of the West Wind Department actually grabbed one of the Pan Gu of the South Wind Department as a slave.

Ten thousand years ago, it was supposed to be a naked and violent world, even if it was immortals.

Chu Wangxian held his face.

He already understood.

"The Three Five-Year Calendar" contains: Heaven and earth are chaotic like chickens, and Pangu is born in them. 18,000 years old, heaven and earth are opened, yang is clear for the sky, and yin is turbid for the earth......

It turns out that the so-called story of Pangu opening the sky also has a prototype.

However, instead of opening up the world he is in, it is opening up the Penglai Immortal Realm, and what is even more exaggerated is that the giants of the Pangu clan are like slaves.

Isn't this the immortal version of black slavery?

Chu Wangxian and the others were taken to a mountain in the Penglai Immortal Realm, which was very simple, with only one palace and a plaque.

"Disciple Palace!"

A slightly longer Penglai Immortal Sect disciple looked at the neatly arranged teenagers, and said majestically:

"Penglai Immortal Sect has a life, tomorrow all the disciples will participate in the construction of Penglai Palace, your job is to cut bricks, and each one must be cut like this. ”

Senior Brother Penglai threw out a huge brick, all of which was granite, cut into a three-meter square brick, each of which was polished bright and smooth.

"Senior brother, aren't we here to cultivate immortals?

Senior Brother Penglai sneered.

If a new disciple doesn't build a house or cut bricks, does he still want to go to heaven?

"If you want to cultivate immortals, start by laying bricks. Senior Brother said fiercely.

"I don't cut bricks, I want to cultivate. "There was a lot of noise.

"Quack!" With a wave of his right hand, the senior brother flew out a black whip, which was fast and urgent, like a sharp blade.

A round head fell, frightening the teenagers to retreat again and again, and finally watched the head roll at Chu Wangxian's feet.

"All for the Penglai Immortal King!" the senior brother angrily scolded the group of teenagers.

Chu Wangxian looked down, for the dead people were not worth it, he couldn't help but shake his head and said:

"I thought that the ancient immortals were detached and fair, but I would have thought that Penglai Xianmen was actually a slave Xianmen. ”