Where heaven and earth break, the scene is spectacular.

Like the previous world, the fractures here are also uneven, as if they were broken by a giant.

Xuantian and the others approached, and their hearts were surging. Although it is not the first time to go to the sky, the shock in my heart still exists.

"This is the end of heaven and earth, if you fall down, it will be over. The little scimitar muttered, cautiously approaching the horizon, greedy for life and afraid of death.

"So afraid of death, no wonder you have to be beaten and disabled. "The white turtle day teased.

"Being besieged by other treasures, it has nothing to do with my character. The little scimitar said, "Okay, since I have brought you here, my task has been completed, so don't leave it at that." ”

After saying that, the little scimitar slid away with a "boom!" and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"A spineless guy like this, I'm going to have to beat him up the next time I see it. The white turtle grinned and glanced in the direction where the cutlass had disappeared.

Obviously, it has forgotten that when the 'immortals' of the Xuanyi Sect came not long ago, who was desperately digging a pit and hiding.

"Heaven's Road doesn't seem to be in this area. Xuantian looked around, but found no trace of the Heavenly Road, and couldn't help frowning.

"The path of heaven in the second land is somewhat hidden, and it took a lot of effort to find it when I traveled around the world in the past. The white turtle muttered, thinking about it carefully, but there was no impression.

"It's okay if you can't think of it, we can look along the horizon, and we can always find this road to the other side. Xuantian said, not in a hurry.

However, at this moment, a golden light rose above his head, like a meteor flying at extreme speed, shooting into the void space.

"Could it be ......" Xuantian was shocked, looking at the disappearing stream, and remembered something.

The same was true of the white tortoise, his eyes widening as he looked in the direction in which the golden light had disappeared.

Soon, there was a 'rumbling' sound in the void space, and countless earthy yellow breaths condensed, churning in the darkness.

"Sure enough......," Xuantian exclaimed, watching as the earthy yellow mist condensed, and finally formed a dirt road.

The yellow light is misty, and the dirt path is reappeared, the length of which is unfathomable, leading to the depths of the void space.

"The legendary dirt road has reappeared. It seems that the dirt road that appeared last time was not a coincidence, and it is the reason for you kid. The white turtle was stunned and looked at this legendary road.

History records that in ancient times, this dirt road also appeared several times, and each time it was earth-shattering, and even the supreme powerhouse would be attracted.

But few people know the exact situation. Most living beings have no idea where the path leads or what it is for.

The movement here is very large, and it can be easily felt across thousands of miles of land, and the little scimitar goes and returns.

"Oh my God! This guy exclaimed, as a god, he naturally heard of this road.

"It's you again, why are you coming back?" the white turtle glared.

"I'm afraid that the two of you won't be able to find the way to heaven, so I'll return. The little scimitar said, his mouth as sweet as honey.

"We don't want you to lead the way, you let me go. "The white turtle is expelled, but the little scimitar is like a puddle of glue, and it can't be crushed away.

The white turtle even beat and scolded, but it was still to no avail.

"Just let me be by your side, and I will never have another mind from now on. "The little scimitar 'nodded and bowed', flattering.

The legendary dirt road is right in front of you, and the former gods can't even touch it. This time, whatever it says, it will follow and see.

"It's not impossible for you to follow me. The premise is that you have to come up with something good to honor me as an old man. The white turtle's small eyes widened, and there was a glint in the sockets.

"The ...... who kills a thousand knives" The little scimitar secretly cursed, this is simply blackmail. However, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and if they want to go up the dirt road, they have to look at people's faces. It had no choice but to pull out some of the ore and throw it on the ground.

"That's it?" asked the white turtle, a look of disgust.

The little scimitar cursed, and very reluctantly pulled out his pocket, and took out some of the things again.

"These things are still not enough. "The white turtle is dissatisfied, and he doesn't believe that this guy has lived for 10,000 years, and that's all.

If you want to be careful about budgeting, the white turtle is definitely a big connoisseur, after all, it is also an old monster who has lived countless years. It was just half a pillar of incense, and a large number of items had been piled up in front of it, including weapons, refining materials, and various books, with a wide variety.

The little scimitar looked at this qiē and wanted to cry without tears. This turtle is so black-hearted that it has emptied most of its treasure trove, and its behavior is even more ruthless than that of a 'robber'.

"But, why don't you have any elixir on you?" the white turtle was puzzled, still a little dissatisfied.

"No, it's eaten up before, how can it be left. The scimitar said, and the blade of the knife 'clucked!', as if grinding teeth.

"Well, God has allowed you to go with us on the road. The white turtle nodded, finally gave up, and accepted the things in front of him with satisfaction.

The little scimitar is silent on the surface, but secretly it is constantly cursing, hating the white turtle.

But the good thing is that there are still rewards. Because the boy had already stepped forward and was ready to walk on the dirt road.

As Machete thought, the journey is about to begin.

"Perhaps, this dirt road is still the same as last time, with all kinds of levels, waiting for you. The white turtle spoke, and began to become serious.

Xuantian nodded, his hair fluttering, like an ambitious demon god, mentally prepared to deal with it.

"Boom!"

Stepping on the dirt road, this strange avenue shook slightly, as if it was welcoming the arrival of Xuantian.

"Resonating with the dirt road, who is this stinky boy and what is his origin?" the little scimitar 'crawled' on the shell of the white turtle, letting out an exclamation.

"This kid is no different from ordinary people, and his cultivation is coming up step by step. The white turtle thought and finally responded.

Although, compared to the children of other big families, Xuantian may have some more unknown secrets. However, one thing is certain, on the way to cultivation, he didn't have any help from anyone, and he was fighting his own. Unlike other great sect descendants, they have abundant elixir resources and can be used to their heart's content.

"But I don't think so. In my eyes, this teenager has an unruly temperament and an undefeated faith. With these two things, it will be enough to become a powerful party in the future. The scimitar said, it had the instincts of the gods of yesteryear.

Xuantian walked ahead, leaving a solid back.

On his body, there is already the breath of 'blood' emanating from it, which is the unique smell left by walking through the mountains and seas of corpses, which is not something that ordinary people can have.

"Who can say what will happen in the future?" The white turtle looked at the back in front of him, and his eyes looked deep.

The little scimitar looked at Xuantian and finally fell silent.

As the white turtle said, no one can predict what will happen in the future. Perhaps, in the eyes of everyone, this is a generation of Tianjiao, but it died on the way to growth.

Such situations abound. It's like the golden age of the year, the era when geniuses came out, no one can tell how many wizards were buried, and they died before they could emit light.

"I wonder how far this stinky boy can grow?" the white turtle muttered, quietly following behind Xuantian.

Half an hour later, they finally reached the first level.

It was a soldier with a pitch-black body, holding a long ge, wearing armor, and his face was tightly covered, revealing only a pair of dark and hollow eyes.

"It's been a thousand years since I died, and my corpse has been refined into a puppet. The white turtle groaned, staring at the black-armored soldier.

"Overlord peak level powerhouse, you kid have to be careful yourself. The scimitar sensed, gave a kind reminder, and then prepared to retreat.

However, as soon as it turned around, it let out a scream like a pig.

"No one is hitting you, what are you screaming for?" the white turtle shouted, giving the little scimitar a 'populator'.

"Oh my God, there's no way back. The little scimitar stumbled and almost fainted.

I saw that there was nothingness in the back, a pitch black patch, and the road I had just walked not long ago had disappeared.

"What's all the fuss about, being a man has to look ahead, regardless of whether he has a store in the back road. The white turtle has obviously forgotten the desperate expression when he first saw the back road disappear.

"Yes, yes, yes, although there is no way back, there is still a way forward to the light. The little scimitar nodded, looked carefully ahead, and found that the road was still there, and his heart was finally steady.

After all, this is walking in the void space, and if there is no road to go, you can only wait for death in the end.

The two guys cautiously pushed to the end of the dirt road, found a safe place to hide, and did not want to be affected by the ensuing battle.

Xuantian stood in the middle of the dirt road, his eyes blooming, and his head was flying, like a mad god, with a trace of sharpness.

He looked up at the first level in front of him.

This is a dead man, a puppet in more precise terms. Therefore, without any words, Xuantian launched an attack, and the sea of fire behind him rose and fell, and finally swept up.

The black-armored soldier was lifeless, but at this moment moved. He moved his head slowly, and finally shot a terrifying light from his empty eyes, staring at the flying sea of fire.

"Whoa!"

Chang Ge swung it and broke through with his strength, cutting the sea of fire in half like paper.

"Good fellow, you have such terrible strength. Xuantian was surprised, this was a realm of body refining, and it was his favorite way to fight.

The next moment, Xuantian simply put away the flames, and then searched in the Mud Pill Palace for a while, and took out a battle sword.

This war sword is a hegemon-level treasure, and he doesn't pay attention to it on weekdays, but today, he took it out and used it as a weapon.

Changge intersected with the sword of war, and a terrifying wave erupted.

Although this black-armored soldier was a puppet, his skills were unexpectedly nimble, and he didn't look like a dead creature at all.

After hundreds of rounds of fighting, the battle sword in Xuantian's hand began to break, showing signs of collapse.

In this regard, Xuantian simply threw away the war sword in his hand, and then played his physical supernatural powers, strengthened his arms, and used his physical body to fight the black-armored soldiers.

~~~~~First of all, I would like to thank Bai Fengnian and others for their support and long-term companionship.

In addition, what you want to say, you can post it in the comment area of this book, and I will check them one by one. Your opinions are my biggest motivation.