The fairy world, the great red sky

The sky was gloomy and terrible, and the sky above his head was mottled, as if someone had been slashed on black paper with a knife, shattered, and the red sky was like a spider's web.

The whole sky was shattered.

This scene made people panic, and their backs twitched.

What kind of terrifying existence should it be that someone with such a terrifying power has smashed the whole world into a broken mirror, and the sky is shattered.

"Shakyamuni's palm print is still quite powerful, don't come close. Chu Wangxian said.

Zhang Qiudao and Jiang Wang didn't dare to ask more, their faces turned pale, and they used their skills to carefully avoid the cracks in the space.

The spatial crack that suddenly appeared and disappeared in front of him was like a trap that could wipe anyone out at any time. According to Chu Wangxian, this is Shakyamuni's Buddha's palm blow, and its power will not disappear for a hundred years.

Rumble!

Chu Wangxian pierced Sakyamuni's palm print and landed on a mountain in the Great Chitian with the two of them.

In the darkness, a cluster of lights shone in front of him, and Chu Wangxian stood in the air, standing in front of the stone monument at the mountain gate, looking at him in a daze.

On the square stone stele, there is a poem.

"Clothed in clouds and water, the bridge mausoleum, the cypress smoke contains jade dew light. The crown of the sun flies the world and the world is old, and the article is starry, the sea and the mountains are green. The towering phoenix welcomes the fairy island, and the misty dragon car is stationed in the imperial city. Lonely Qiongtai relics Han Wu, a round of bright moon ancient and modern. ”

Zhang Qiudao silently read out, "This poem is brilliant, this situation and this scene leap on the paper, the handwriting is strong and powerful, full of fairy rhyme, the person who wrote this poem must be the famous person in the fairy world." ”

"Ding Ding's name?" Chu Wangxian laughed out loud and said disdainfully:

"If that kid knows what you said, he will definitely be a confidant. He is still a figure in the world, and he is appreciated by the emperor of the Zhu family, but in the fairy world, he is not well-known. ”

Zhang Sloppy is Zhang Sanfeng, Taiji Zhang Sanfeng is in the fairy world, his seniority is too low, less than a thousand years old, and there are many people like him in the fairy world.

However, Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation was shallow, so he used chance to make up for his clumsiness, and many of the ancient caves in various dangerous places left traces of him.

"Master, is this a treasure? Zhang Sanfeng wants to leave a message here. ”

Zhang Qiudao has not yet seen who this poem describes.

"More dangerous than treasure, this is the Yellow Emperor Mountain. ”

After Chu Wangxian finished speaking, his eyes looked up at the top of the mountain. Then he shifted his gaze again, looking around.

At the foot is a lonely male mountain floating on the sea of clouds, and crooked, as if being pushed down, halfway up the mountainside, the mountain stone is missing half of it, printed with a Sakyamuni's palm power.

This mysterious ancient mountain.

It is the Yellow Emperor Mountain, which was once famous in the fairy world.

The Yellow Emperor entered the fairy world that year, moved the cemetery of the ancestors of the Yellow Emperor to the Yellow Emperor Mountain, and built a shrine to worship, gradually expanded, enshrined continuously, after the Yellow Emperor a lineage, every year to come here to worship, the incense is endless, the Yellow Emperor Mountain is more and more prominent.

But the times have passed.

Even the most sacred things will be destroyed.

The sacred and glorious Yellow Emperor Mountain was also destroyed in the Great Red Sky War between Daomen and Buddhism. Not only the Yellow Emperor Mountain, but the entire Great Red Sky was shattered.

"Zhang Qiudao, you go and call the door. ”

Zhang Qiudao stepped forward, stood in front of a bronze door in confusion, took a deep breath, and pulled the buckle and slapped the door heavily.

"Knock knock!"

After a dozen consecutive sounds.

"Who?"

"The descendants of the Yellow Emperor, Zhang Qiudao, came to worship the ancestors. Zhang Qiudao replied through the door.

"Zhang Qiudao?" After the bronze door opened a crack, it closed in an instant, and immediately there was a scolding voice.

"Get out, idle people, etc., are not allowed to enter this mountain. ”

"Open the door, open the door. Zhang Qiudao was annoyed, opened a crack and glanced at him, and closed the door again, which was obviously looking down on him, and the angry Zhang Qiudao knocked harder, knocking on the copper door endlessly.

"What a noise. The crack in the door opened again, revealing a pair of eyes. "Little Zhuji, this is the Yellow Emperor Mountain, are you qualified to sacrifice!"

"Open the door, don't look down on people. ”

"Bastard, look for death. ”

The owner of this voice was furious, and he was scolded as a dog, and opened the door with a bang, and this person pressed down the wind with one palm, and slapped it like a mountain.

"Ahh

The two doors opened, and this person was directly kicked and, struggling to stand up, and his left eye was swollen by Chu Wangxian and couldn't open it at all, and now it became a dog's eye.

If it weren't for Chu Wangxian's only one part of his strength, this little immortal guarding the door would definitely be kicked to death. However, the injury of broken bones is indispensable.

"You, you...... Bastard, dare to beat me, what are you, dare to break into the Yellow Emperor Mountain, don't want to live anymore. The one-eyed man scolded loudly at Chu Wangxian.

"If you say another word, I will break your right eye, and if you want to live, go and pass it on quickly, otherwise a moment later, the aura in your body will explode, and you will explode and die. ”

The man's face was as frightened as a blank piece of paper, and he said tremblingly: "There is a kind of reporting name." ”

"Chu Wangxian!"

After dozens of breaths, a lost soul descended into the ruined hall.

"Priest, priest, no, a foundation-building monk has come to break into the mountain. ”

"Monk Zhuji, drive him out. The old man who was called the priest was angry, "Such a trivial matter, just a foundation-building monk also came to bother him." ”

The priest's heart was troubled.

In the past, the incense was prosperous, and the Yellow Emperor Mountain was constantly enshrined.

Since the war with Buddhism a hundred years ago, the mountain is tilted, the fairy energy dissipates, like a barren mountain, the tablet of the Yellow Emperor in the past dynasties has been destroyed, and now even the immortals of the Yellow Emperor's vein do not come much.

Today, there was a foundation building monk who came to break into the mountain, and he really couldn't be bullied when the Yellow Emperor Mountain.

"Yes!"

"What can you do!" The priest was irritable, the ancestral hall of the Yellow Emperor, do you want to let the foundation monk come in.

Boom, a wall collapsed, and Chu Wangxian walked out.

"Beat me out, I really don't know whether to live or die. ”

The priest frowned, but his eardrums were for a while.

Rumble!

Another explosion.

The walls and doors around him flew up and were blasted into the sky.

"You, you ......" The priest trembled and pointed at Chu Wangxian, the person in front of him was unscrupulous, this is the ancestral hall of the Yellow Emperor. Suddenly, a sense of danger rose from behind the back of the priest, and he couldn't see Chu Wangxian's cultivation at all, and if he couldn't see through it, it meant that Chu Wangxian's cultivation was higher than his own.

"A descendant of the Yellow Emperor, Zhang Qiudao came to worship his ancestors. ”

Chu Wangxian pushed Zhang Qiudao in front of him.

The priest was frightened in his heart, and secretly said in his heart that if he couldn't bear it, he would plot a big plan, now is not the time to be angry, only to gain time to summon the Yellow Emperor and the immortals to kill Chu Wangxian again.

He gritted his teeth with hatred, suppressed the fire and said:

"Three, what about the sacrificial things? There are no sacrificial things, but you can't sacrifice the Yellow Emperor."

"Sacrificial things!" Chu Wangxian really didn't prepare any sacrificial things, he flipped his right hand, "Let's use this thing to sacrifice." ”

"It's!"

When the priest saw this, he was almost terrified.