The mountains collapsed, the three stars settled, and the surrounding shijie closed together like dumplings, and its momentum was enough to alarm the heavens and the earth.

Looking down from the sky, pieces of land kept rolling, collapsing and erecting together with the various buildings built in it, turning into thin leaves, wrapping the heart in it. Each leaf resembles a hole in a hive, and the number is endless.

It is also affected by the farther places in the surrounding area, although it is not as drastic as this place, but its position and shape have changed to varying degrees, and it is moving.

Gradually, the entire Kunlun Hall shook and turned, like a winch that was extremely difficult to be activated, and once it really moved, no liliang would try to stop it. During the rotation, countless holes overlapped, and the diaphragms between them were broken by a huge force, forming a new space that had never appeared before.

There were people in those spaces, dozens of demon cultivators scattered in all corners, watching the upheaval in horror at the moment, while struggling to survive in the turmoil. They were attracted by the seven celestial stars that settled decades ago, and they came to Kunlun Hall after a short period of time, thinking that they had a supreme opportunity, but who knew that they would catch up with this natural disaster.

Some people noticed that the center of the change was the mountain, and tried to stop or break it, but without exception, the people outside the mountain were powerless, and occasionally people climbed the mountain to ask questions, and soon they were "sticked" to the various heights of the mountain road, and could never leave.

As the Demon Lotus began to turn, the suction power of all the peaks increased exponentially, and the mountain road that had made Thirteen Lang jealous of it truly became a nightmare for overhaul, and it was difficult for anyone to overcome.

In a certain space, the white-haired Blue Mountain sat on the top of the mountain, his mana running against the suction force coming from below, and his face was full of bitterness. In another space, Gu Mingyue and Jiang Fan went down the mountain in a panic. At this time, they were frozen at two points less than 100 meters apart, and they could see the despair in each other's eyes.

In a space far away, five demon cultivators formed a circle, each using a means to sacrifice magic weapons, forming a formation that was enough to compete with the power of the gods. But they can't get rid of the confines of the mountains. Below the peak, their companions were wielding their magical powers in a frenzied gesture, trying to knock the mountain down.

This is a team that is no less cohesive than Thirteen Lang and the others, otherwise it would be impossible for the personnel to be so neat and tidy at this time, but they are in a desperate situation and enter a dead end that is not something that their Liliang can solve.

"Let's go!"

A middle-aged man shouted on the mountain road, his voice seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, and it was extremely difficult to pass down the mountain peak and enter the ears of his companions below.

"If you can return, remember to warn the Demon Palace: Kunlun Palace is a trap!"

"No! never!"

The man under the mountain screamed bitterly. The appearance is quite similar to that of a middle-aged person, and at a glance it can be concluded that either father and son are brothers.

Father and son and brother are all overhauled, this is an enviable home, about to be broken.

Most people choose to go alone, not to mention the result, either wandering in various halls, or being "stayed" on the mountain, unable to walk and unable to leave.

There is a treasure in the Kunlun Palace. All kinds of real treasures, in high-end condition, the number is almost endless; Because many houses were destroyed by the earthquake, and many non-existent halls disappeared out of thin air, the sky and the ground were full of stars flickering, and treasures could be seen everywhere.

The treasures that were originally firmly sealed by the formation prohibition have become readily available, but who is still in the mood to grab them?

The center of the Kunlun Palace, above the True Classic Tower. Blue Bottle looked at the scene that happened in the distance, and her body couldn't stop trembling slightly. She felt it much more than anyone else, and she didn't quite understand why it was happening, but she knew what it meant.

"Who the hell is it, who caused this change. Who has the ability to do this!"

Although the surrounding vibration is dramatic, it can't affect the land under her feet, the Tower of the True Classic is the center of the Kunlun Palace, and the blue bottle has reason to think that she is the true son of heaven, but at this time, she can't help but doubt everything she once believed, and then think of her decision, and can't help but regret it a little, and be afraid.

"The source is the direction where Tsing Yi went, can he find out everything and defuse and stop this matter?"

Everything was affected as it turned, and the induction between Blue Bottle and Tsing Yi became blurred, she didn't know where he was, what his state was at this time, whether he had met the person who caused the accident, and how he "communicated" with him.

"I hope no, his current strength is stronger than that of ordinary god cultivators, and he will definitely be able to do it. To reassure herself, Blue Bottle muttered in a prayerful tone, repeating the words that reassured her.

"Surely, surely, surely"

"No, don't save me like this!"

Far away, the Tsing Yi Sky Wolf was surrounded by a whirlpool, his body was completely uncontrolled, and he was flying in the autumn wind in the direction of the whirlpool's departure, like a remnant leaf. At this moment, he was about to cross the border and teleport to another dimension, but somehow the power of teleportation suddenly broke off, turning into something like a space storm, and he couldn't fight against it at all.

The lowest-ranking monks also understood that teleportation was the fastest, safest, and most dangerous way to move on this shijie. The fastest and easy to understand means that it is not attacked by spells, and as long as the teleportation is deployed, the most powerful monks on Canglang Star cannot harm the people in it. However, teleportation is not really without danger, and if there is a problem with the space itself, such as folding, collapsing, or twisting, and the teleportation is cut off between two points, the result can only be a disaster.

At this moment, Tsing Yi encountered this kind of situation, the teleportation target disappeared out of thin air, and the Liliang who pulled his body from one place to another was still there, and as a result, he went on a rampage like a bull, along with Tsing Yi who was wrapped in it, like thunder.

If it's just like this, although the direction of the whirlpool is not clear, Tsing Yi at least doesn't have to worry about any liliang hurting himself, but his situation is different, the cultivation realm that he has worked so hard to obtain is passing with the drastic changes in the Kunlun Palace, and there is no way to stop it. Not only that, Tsing Yi also had to worry about one of the most terrifying things: the space was shattered, either it was shattered into the tiniest dust, or it was swept into another layer, and it was said that only beyond the God Realm, that is, the Ascended Monk was qualified to cross the vastness!

"Weishenme, this is Weishenme, Weishenme!"

Xiuwei keeps regressing, and a fatal crisis may occur at any moment, and Tsing Yi, who is surrounded by the whirlpool, screams fiercely. He was like a beast that had just enjoyed a feast, only to find that he had eaten a bunch of flies, and he had to spit them out one by one.

Strange to say, the situation that the Friars in Tsing Yi feared most should have happened a long time ago, but it has not happened, or has not been, or will not happen.

There is a specialization in the art industry, and Xiao Budian's natural comprehension of space is far beyond ordinary people, so he can break through the space with limited liliang. But liliang is liliang, if it exceeds too much, even if there is no monk to control it, the space is also unbearable. However, the strange and wonderful thing is that there was a violent Liliang in the whirlpool, crashing into countless formation forbidden pavilions and even mountains along the way, but it was never able to break through the space, nor did it turn into tens of millions of blades and strangle the Tsing Yi who was in it.

After a long time, Tsing Yi's heart settled down a little, and at the same time, he had to be patient and wait for the liliang to run out. He tried to put his cultivation into operation, hoping to break through the confinement and return to the right path in the shortest possible time, and continue to find his goal.

"Damn, you damn it! This seat is still enough, this seat can still communicate with heaven and earth, this seat is going to kill you, kill you!"

Who should be cursed? The people in Tsing Yi themselves don't know. What he didn't know was that as the object that should be cursed by him, Thirteen Lang was also cursing at the moment, cursing for happiness.

"Damn it, stop me!"

Because of the self-abandonment of the meridians of his feet, the momentum was not blocked in the slightest, and the soles of his feet went up like a flood rushing to the shore, washing Shisanlang's body, meridians, flesh and blood, and even everything in his body. Along with it, his cultivation soared at a visible speed, heading straight for that pass.

That pass is the transformation of the gods, the realm of heaven and man, the top level of the Canglang monks, and the Zuihou level that Thirteen Lang is currently out of reach.

What the monk dreamed of but couldn't do was a disaster when he arrived at Thirteen Lang, because his time to advance to the major cultivation was too short, and his body was far from being able to match it, and because his body was too strange, he could absorb and needed too many cultivations, so much that he was terrified.

Taking bottled water as an example, if the capacity is too small, it is not good, but if the capacity is large, if the strength of the container is not enough, it will be broken because it contains too much water. The problem encountered by Shisanlang is this, he is a double cultivator or even multiple cultivators, and the mana he needs and can accommodate far exceeds that of ordinary monks, his body is hard enough, but that does not mean that his mana can be accommodated to the same level. It's like a set of materials with a great texture, the paper, the brush, the paint, and even the artist are all excellent, but to make it a treasure, it still needs to be sketched, depicted, colored, and rendered with a pen, rather than pouring that intricate pile of delicate things on the canvas.

If you do that, you'll end up with a bunch of garbage.

What is garbage? What is painting? Obviously I don't understand it. It doesn't matter if Thirteen Lang can bear it, no matter what kind of swelling his calves have become, no matter how much blood has been covered in his body, and a lot of blood in his skin has been torn apart.

Impact, impact, impact! Every moment that passed, Shisanlang's body swelled a little, and his momentum also rose with the huge force, as if there was no end.

The peaks at his feet kept getting shorter and smaller, and Thirteen Lang's cultivation was just the opposite, climbing up like a growing mountain. If it is divided by the small realm of major repair, in a moment, Thirteen Lang has climbed through the middle stage from the early stage of the overhaul, and then rushed to the later stage, and it seems that the momentum is far from seeing any signs of termination, and he is afraid that he will rush directly to the god.

"How's that going to work? Absolutely not!"

(To be continued......)