This is a vast world, Terran monks, and demon cultivators coexist, but in general, it is still a world dominated by the human race, at least in this mundane realm, there are tribesmen who fight with the sky, the earth, and the demons in order to survive. There are immortal cultivators who have gone through three disasters and nine tribulations in order to live a long life, and have no regrets about dying. There are even more boasts of the father's day by day...... There is also a Houyi shooting golden crow......

A red-clothed figure stood quietly on the top of Wanzhang Mountain, looking at the front with heavy eyes and silent silence.

It has been nearly a hundred years since I came to this world, and it was originally in the chaotic star field several worlds away from the Great Xia Dynasty, and it took nearly a hundred years to come to the place where this story began, but at this time, Na Ji Ning had not yet been born.

In other words, the so-called reborn did not come, and his biological parents Ji Yichuan and Wei Chixue were only less than twenty years old at this time, Zhao Xianzong had seen it, and the two were indeed in love, maybe if nothing else, Ji Ning would still come to this world.

But at this time, Zhao Xianzong was no longer interested in the idea of entanglement with these protagonists who were slowly growing.

The Star Picking Mansion is here, and he has found it, so that Ji Ning is not of much use to himself except for the Nuwa visualization method on his body, and Zhao Xianzong actually doesn't want the Nuwa visualization method very much, the growth of the divine consciousness and the strength of the divine spirit This visualization method is really good, but no matter how wonderful it is, it can not be devoured and plundered!

That's right!

This man in red with a gloomy expression was the desolate venerable incarnation of one of Zhao Xianzong's three souls.

The strength of the Golden Immortal's peak, coupled with the fact that the body is the incarnation of the Great Desolation Tablet, and the strength of the Desolate Venerable, who majored in the Great Desolation Sutra, is extremely strong, and he came across the star field, which is enough to show the extraordinary strength and means of his strength.

Glancing lightly at the small lake thousands of miles away, Aragano stepped forward slightly, and already appeared in a space with slight ripples.

"Hmph! It's ridiculous!"

Looking at the clumsy disguise skills in front of him, Arsophilia snorted disdainfully, although he is one of the incarnations of the body, but the personalities of the different three souls and seven spirits are completely different, and Absurdity's personality is like his face, all of them are unruly.

"Huh!"

Stepping out slightly, he had already appeared in a dark space, which was empty all around, but there was a huge palace faintly in front of him, and the desolate divine consciousness swept by, and the real hall was suddenly in full view, but there were many prohibitions in some places, and it could not be explored at a glance.

"You're here....." A faint and old voice suddenly sounded.

Immediately, an old man with a rickety body, an old face, and green eyes appeared in front of the absurd.

I saw him look at the desolate and lonely expression and said lightly: "It's a pity that you are too weak, how many years, how many years, I have hoped countless times that I can be injured once, but no one has done it, the only Purple Mansion monk who followed the Dao Fu hurt me, but why didn't I fall down at that time.... Why didn't I do that..... If he had fallen back then, perhaps there would not have been this endless loneliness now. ”

The voice was faint but full of a sense of loneliness, if you don't know, you really think that this is a supreme power standing on the top of heaven and earth!

After finishing speaking, looking at the absurd Zun with a playful expression, the old man sighed slightly: "Make a move, as long as you can hurt me, you will pass the test!"

Hehe, as the three levels, at this time in Zhao Xianzong's eyes is just a joke, the original owner of this immortal mansion is Da Luo, or a quasi-saint is still unknown, but no matter what kind of existence he is, even if he is a saint, if he is dead, he is dead.

This immortal mansion is an ownerless existence at this time, and this is still a goodwill inheritance place, with the strength of the desolate honor, there is no fear.

Looking at the old man, Huang Zun raised his hand slightly, and the old man's expression was suddenly extremely exciting, and he said in horror: "How did you do it?"

The whole body was imprisoned in an instant, but there was no slightest mana fluctuation, and the desolate venerable was already an ordinary mortal in the eyes of the old man, all this was beyond his expectations, after all, he was just a puppet.

After letting go of the old man, Huangzun stretched out his hand and turned sharply, and a black mist was tightly photographed in front of him, this black mist aura is not weak, and he is already a half-step immortal cultivator, this is only the surface, if he uses this immortal mansion, his strength may be a little stronger.

I don't know how many thousands of years have passed, and the prestige of this immortal mansion in the past is no longer there, after four inheritances, this immortal mansion is not regaining its original glory, especially in the hands of the third and fourth inheritors, it is even weaker.

The hands of the Juhua Immortals are even more sluggish, although the Juhua Immortals have lived for millions of years, but the cultivation of the mere immortals is really despicable, what is the point of living like this without an inch, just to become a Buddha and an ancestor in this mundane world of cultivation?

As soon as Huang Zun thought of this, he didn't say more, and between his hands, a large array was sacrificed, which was intended to refine this immortal mansion alive.

"Who is the senior, such an immortal mansion can be refined by itself with the power of the senior, why is it so painful?" The black mist turned into an old cow, looking at the desolate venerable, he smiled bitterly and said.

Hearing this, the desolate deity shook his head slightly and said, "Open the prohibition to help the deity refine, the deity will give you a body for you to walk in!"

He knows the origin of this cave very well, otherwise he would not have spent a hundred years to come here, and many treasures here are of great use to him, since he has come to this world, if he can't stir up the storm and become famous, how can he provoke a plane war?

But the premise of doing all this is that there must be enough means, and it is necessary to promote Taiyi or Da Luo, but he is only one of the three souls and seven spirits, and it is not easy to achieve a higher fruit position independently from the main soul, unless there is a big opportunity and a big opportunity.

And this immortal mansion is one of them.

The black bull is not a puppet, so he can naturally feel the vast power in Huangzun's body that he has never felt, so he doesn't dare to persuade him.

"Boom!"

A huge roar came from all positions in the entire Immortal Mansion, and many temples that did not exist were also shown one by one, and the Desolate Venerable turned a deaf ear to this, but was still refining, and the vast divine consciousness was already all over the entire Immortal Mansion, and the formations of the divine consciousness were everywhere.

The Great Desolation Sutra exerted unparalleled power on the Desolate Zun with the Great Desolation Monument as the main body, which was obviously an incredible thing if the Fu Ancestor back then looked at it.