"It's just that even I didn't expect those damn lying corpses to be so bold as to really dare to do something to me, and they weren't afraid of revenge at all. The old man of the Chen family sighed, unable to understand the reason.

Speaking of which, the Chen family is not a small family in this world. Although the strength is not top-notch, it is not something that ordinary people can provoke.

"Because the strength of Dayin Mountain is not small, it is not afraid of the Chen family at all. Xuantian frowned, he felt that this was the reason.

Especially the small world that appeared at the last moment, it is even more surprising that the strength of Dayin Mountain is somewhat unfathomable.

"Hmph! Anyway, since these lying corpses have offended our Chen family, they won't let them have a good time. The old man clenched his fists, and his eyes were red with anger.

These lying corpses not only stole the grave of the third generation of the Chen family's ancestors. This time, he killed two members of the Chen family.

For a big family, if such news spreads, I am afraid that the whole guy will lose face, and finally he will not be able to gain a foothold in this world.

"This revenge must be avenged. Even if our entire Chen family is dispatched, we will not hesitate to do it. The old man of the Chen family said, blowing his beard and glaring, pointing high at the sky with one hand, obviously determined to fight against Dayin Mountain.

"Yes. Dayin Mountain has stolen my spirit body, and I can't let them go so easily. The little scimitar echoed, wishing that these lying corpses would be dead now.

"Wait. At this point, we have to think long-term. Xuantian motioned for the little scimitar to calm down.

"Xiaoyou, what is this still a long-term discussion! It has reached this point, our Chen family is unbearable, and we will be killed soon. The old man said, anger evident on his face.

"Okay, I agree with your idea. The cutlass said, as a gesture of encouragement.

"You guy, don't interject me. Xuantian blamed and pushed the little scimitar aside.

In the following conversation, Xuantian once again saw the resoluteness of this old man of the Chen family, but he was also unwilling to persuade. After all, that was the Chen family's business, and it wasn't for him to be the master.

After staying on the ancient treasure for half an hour, the old man of the Chen family felt that his injuries had almost recovered, so he broke through the air and left.

"What a cheerful person, I hope that the Chen family will destroy Dayin Mountain. Machete muttered.

"I hope so, but at that time, maybe your spirit will be shattered by them. After such a long time, I am afraid that it has already been turned into a corpse immortal. Xuantian reminded.

"That's just as well. It would be bad if there was a conflict and my spirit body was shattered. The little scimitar jumped to his feet, sweating profusely.

"What are you panicking about? On the day of the Chen family battle, we went to watch from the sidelines. If things don't go right, we'll find a way to get rid of your spiritual body. The white turtle proposed.

This guy was a little excited in his heart, and he wanted to witness the appearance of that great war. This kind of psychology of joining in the fun, the whole world is probably just such a guy who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

"That's what I said. After all, I have one last resort. As long as I get close to my body, I can control it, and the lying corpses can't stop it. The little scimitar said.

"Okay! Everything depends on the Chen family. My strength is still only half an immortal, otherwise the strength of the Great Yin Mountain will increase a lot. Xuantian sighed. There is only a layer of separation between the half-immortal and the immortal, but it is very difficult to pierce this layer of tissue paper.

Some monks have even been trapped in the realm of half-immortals for a thousand years without making any progress, which shows how difficult it is to improve their cultivation.

"If you meditate like this, I don't know when I'll be able to break through this realm. If you can absorb the divine power, it will be much easier. Xuantian sighed, and his heart was even fantasizing.

At the beginning, when I was in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, I encountered the vine tree of the Half-Immortal Realm. This guy has the ability to suck, and plans to devour Xuantian's flesh and blood to advance to the realm of immortals.

"Don't talk about such a place, there really is. The white turtle muttered, as if remembering something.

"You guy...... Isn't it Elysium!" said the little scimitar, also remembering a place.

"Yes, Elysium. Legend has it that if you kill a creature in this world, you can absorb some of its divine power for your own use, right? The white turtle said, frowning.

"Sounds good. But the creatures inside don't know where they come from?" Xuantian was curious, and it was the first time he had heard of this world.

"Like you, it's from the outside world. But there are not many living beings in our heavens and on earth. In those several top-level worlds in the Twelve Heavenly Great Prison Cages, there would be living beings who would often enter them. White Turtle introduced.

Among them, it inevitably mentioned the twelve heavenly cages.

According to it, the twelve heavens represent the twelve worlds. Some of these worlds are vast, no smaller than the outside world, and the masters are even more like clouds.

"Most of the creatures you meet in it come from the twelve worlds. The white turtle said.

"But, as far as I know, it's not so easy to get into Elysium. At least in the outer world, I didn't know there was such an entrance. The little scimitar said.

"Stupid, do you need a passage to enter Elysium? The white turtle said, his little eyes blinking, like little stars beating.

According to what he said, if you want to enter this world, you don't need a passage, you need some people to open it with divine power.

"Looking for a bald donkey, as far as I know, there were originally many monks in our heaven and earth. But then, I don't know why, they all disappeared. The scimitar said, feeling that the chances of finding it were not very good.

"I knew a bald donkey a long time ago. But five thousand years have passed, and I don't know if he is still there. The white turtle muttered.

Its words made Xuantian roll his eyes for a while. 5,000 years is too long, and many unpredictable things can happen during this period.

"How can it still be there, if you don't get it, you won't even have half a bone left. He muttered.

"Anyway, let me do the math and see if he's still there. The white turtle said, taking off his shell and dripping blood on it.

As a result, such a move caused the little scimitar to shout for a while.

"Holy, what the hell are you?" the white turtle cursed, eager to kick this guy.

"I ×...... You, thing, obviously your own blood can predict some things, and last time you had to look for a turtle immortal, you were simply full and had nothing to do. The little scimitar cursed.

"You guy, don't think about it, your spirit body is god-level, where can my blood predict?"

"And what about this bald donkey?" the little scimitar wondered.

"This is an emperor, and I can barely predict what happened to him. The white turtle muttered, fiddling again.

Soon after, the surface of the white turtle's shell began to blur, and other scenes appeared, and the wind and clouds were turning.

All this can only be seen by the white tortoise. Xuantian and the little scimitar could only see a haze.

"Huh, I can't imagine that the old bald man is still in that place after 5,000 years. The white turtle said, grinning.

"Do you have a grudge against this bald man?" the little scimitar curious.

"Of course, that damn bald man wanted to grab the god as a mount five thousand years ago, but luckily the god ran ......fast," the white turtle spoke, but quickly reacted, realizing that he had slipped his mouth.

Little Scimitar and Xuantian were stunned, looking at the white turtle blankly, it was the first time to hear this guy expose his own scandal.

This guy has always been arrogant, calling himself a heaven and earth divine beast, and the pride of killing the gods has also been released, giving people the feeling of incomparable glory in the past. But I didn't expect that there would be such a down-and-out side.

"Look at me again, gouge out your eyes. The white turtle scolded.

Xuantian and Little Scimitar hurriedly shifted their gaze and looked at other places.

In the following time, the white turtle began to rush to the place of his memory, looking for the old monk who could open the Elysian World.

A month later, it took Xuantian and the others to the westernmost part of the fourth heaven and earth.

This is an endless desert, full of yellow sand, and there is little life. As far as the eye can see, you can only see a golden horizon, as if the whole world is filled with this color, and it looks extremely boring.

"Come on, it's around here. The white turtle said, speeding forward.

After a stick of incense, it stopped near a straw hut.

"Right here?" Xuan Tian was surprised.

The white turtle pointed to the grass hut and said, "Yes, this is the place." The old monk used to live in a straw hut. ”

When Xuantian heard this, he immediately walked to the grass shed. As a result, there was nothing inside.

"You're mistaken! Apparently no one has lived here for a long time. I think this grass hut alone will be buried in yellow sand. Xuantian complained.

"But, my turtle shell says, that old guy is here!" The white turtle turned in the grass hut, but still did not see the figure of the old monk.

"I think so, wait here, I guess the old monk is out for the time being. "Machete suggests.

The group then lived in a grass hut and waited for the old monk to appear.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye. However, the old monk still did not appear. It was Xuantian and the others who had already accumulated a thick layer of yellow sand on their bodies.

"If that old thing doesn't show up again, I think we're going to be buried in the sand. The little scimitar complained that it was almost buried in the sand.

"Wait...... I seem to see something. The white turtle exclaimed, and finally saw the bottom of the hut.

"Could it be that this stupid monk is buried under the grass hut?" Xuantian exclaimed, looking down at himself, and really saw a figure in the yellow sand.

", why didn't I sense it before, but I didn't find any breath here?" Xuantian cursed, feeling that this monk was dead, at least he didn't find the slightest breath of this monk.

"Anyway, dig it up first. The white turtle muttered, already taking out a small shovel to break the ground.

A few minutes later, the white turtle led a shabby robe and took out a thin figure.

This is an old monk, his skin is wrinkled, his face is covered with thick wrinkles, all of which are spots left by the years, and the robe he wears is very shabby, even his shoes are not presentable.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, and he was not breathing.

", it's a dead man. "The little scimitar cursed.

"It's possible that he really died. So I peed on it and left. The white turtle said, this guy is very lacking in virtue.

However, at this time, the old monk woke up.

"Hey, it's the little turtle. The first time the old monk opened it, he recognized the white turtle.

"Shut up, call me the turtle god. The white turtle was furious, especially after seeing this old man wake up, he was even more irritable.