The moon rises in the west, and the color is dusk and yellow, like an old disk buried deep in the ground.

There was light in the dark world, but it was not bright, but there was a miserable mist on the contrary, and the courtyard was deserted, and the walls around it were tangled with thorns, and the sharp thorns shimmered like the eyes of a demon that could not be opened.

There is a sound in the wilderness, and when I hear the roar of the beast in my ears, it has a sad and sad taste, and when I look at it, the shadows of the mountains behind me are heavy, not like the real mountains, but the shadows cast from the sky.

Day and night, peace and sorrow, bustle and loneliness, two worlds entirely.

"It's not the month!"

The cold aura came out of nowhere, and Thirteen Lang slowly stood up, his eyes followed the moon, and his expression gradually became fierce.

The sun is hot and the moon is cool, the temperature is different, and the vitality is no different; the sun brings surging firepower, and the moon rises and sets to also conceive all souls, just like the interaction of yin and yang can form a perfect circle, and the vitality can be infinitely circulating.

There is no need for divine sense, no need to open the spirit rhino, the Dao of Life and Destruction is the best eye, and Thirteen Lang can conclude at a glance that the moon that rises into the sky at this time is dead and silent, miserable and cold, but is absorbing the vitality of the earth.

Then there's its trajectory, which rises from where the sun sets and runs straight to the opposite side.

After a moment of observation, Thirteen Lang confirmed in his heart that the moon was repeating the path that the sun had taken.

The prosperous paradise in the sun during the day, and the desolate and ghostly land at night.

Why?

Check it out!

After a moment of silence, Thirteen Lang's face flashed with determination, and he rose from the ground

How high is the sky, can you touch it, feel the temperature?

It's hard to say.

For example, in the waves, the sky is a layer of rotating wind, and the thirteen Lang had contact with it when he was married, and it was not as high as there. In the land of mad spirits, the sky is really blocked by a large array. Tianda has boundless ambitions, and when you touch it, you have to turn around. In the upper star field, the sky is the mysterious and unfathomable deep space, even if the true spirit spreads its wings and flies high, it is still impossible to understand the edge.

The heavens here are different from all of the above, they are tall, vast, and deep. And at the same time close at hand.

The near moon is far away from the sky, and the time for Shisanlang to choose is just right, and when the sky is in the middle of the moon, he goes straight up, only to see that the faint chakra is getting bigger and bigger, and gradually occupies the eye, replacing the sky.

When there is nothing else left around, it means that Jusan Lang has arrived at the Moon Palace and entered the interior of the heavens.

A windy world.

It's all wind, but it's different from the wind over the waves. The wind here is not pure, it should be called wind sand. The earth looks at its dim yellow color from a distance, and only when you enter does you realize that the internal light is bizarre, and the points, lines, and surfaces cannot be found to be simple, intertwined everywhere, and cold everywhere.

It was hot inside and cold outside, and a layer of frost immediately formed on the body of the thirteen langs who had just entered the Moon Palace. The fierce wind and sand came mightily, like knives, guns, nets, and walls. It's everywhere in all directions, and there's no fixed direction. The wind blows. The frost was chopped open, condensed, torn apart, condensed, lifted, and condensed, and the process repeated like a mountain, turning him into a humanoid lump of ice.

Thirteen Lang did not stop, nor did he inspire his cultivation, and resisted the storm with his physical body and went inside. At this moment, he felt that the familiar feeling had never been so strong. It seems that the source is ahead.

So what are you hesitating about!

Before leaving, Thirteen Lang turned around, or lowered his head, and saw a continent shrouded in darkness, that is, the human world where he had just landed. But Thirteen Lang can see the whole picture, as if he has the eyes of a god.

The continent is not large, at least the visible range is not large, and it is surrounded by a circle of chaos, and there is absolutely no starry sky, which may indicate that it is an independent world, and there is no way to connect with the outer ditch.

The size has always been relative, this continent is nothing compared to a realm and a star, it is still boundless to people, looking around, Shisanlang instinctively wants to estimate, and his gaze can't help but stay on the surrounding chaos.

He wanted to take a rough measurement, but it ended up being a disaster.

"Roar!"

It seems to be true and false, like a dream, the roar resounded directly in his heart, Thirteen Lang's whole body shook violently, the ice outside his body was instantly shattered, and it was swept away by the wind and sand and crushed into powder. It felt like it had been beaten around and fried in a frying pan, boiling with blood and spirit, restless, and three thousand feet backwards.

"The Law of the Realm!"

There is no need to understand, there is no need to see it, there is a voice warning in his heart, like the cry of all spirits and all things; Thirteen Lang quickly retracted his gaze, sat cross-legged without hesitation, urged by mana, and turned eighty days quickly.

The Law of Tangible Boundaries!

The Law of Sight!

The power of the law that surrounds the entire world!

If it can be converted into cultivation, what kind of realm should it be!

Not to mention this kind of thing, Thirteen Lang, walking all over the starry sky, I am afraid that even the true spirit will not have the opportunity to encounter it in his life, let alone "close contact" with it. Thirteen Lang knew in his heart that the reason why he was able to survive was not because he was strong, but because that layer of the law of the world had no murderous intent, it was just a warning.

Of course, if someone else does the same thing, either they can't get in at all, they can't go up, or they are crushed by the wind and sand, or they can't see the chaos, and they may be shattered when they see it. The glance that Thirteen Lang just cast was really a rare coincidence in thousands of years, an accident that could only happen when thousands of chances came together.

After a moment of pranayama to confirm that he had not been hit hard, Shisanro stood up again, silently warning himself in his heart: Don't look, don't look again!

The law of the world, the great evil is also a great opportunity, that chaos is evolved by the law of guarding the world, and it is very likely to contain the supreme principle of the universe's conception, for ordinary monks, there is only ferocity, but for the power, especially the power in the real realm, breaking the head and tearing the soul also have to take a few more looks, and it is necessary to comprehend something, and it is best to be able to comprehend it all.

Thirteen Lang also wanted to do that, but he didn't have the ability, so he had to forcibly suppress the desire in his heart and turn around silently.

In addition to being afraid of death, Thirteen Lang also has to hurry, now he knows that the night and day of this world are waiting, the Moon Palace flies over the continent in one night, and actually flies over the continent in the middle of the night, and he needs to return before dawn, and he can't let Ding Dong worry.

In the wind and sand, it was like a thousand knives, and the cold air became more and more intense, and Thirteen Lang straightened his mind and walked forward, his expression was resolute, fast as a meteor.

One hundred meters in one step, the body kept shaking in the constant beating, and the pressure became heavier and heavier.

There is no end to the wind and sand for kilometers, three kilometers, and five kilometers, and the familiar feeling is slowly becoming clearer and closer.

Thousands of feet pass in a blink of an eye. Hundreds of miles away, the wind and sand in front of him became more and more violent, and its power was already able to threaten and even strangle the habitat.

He couldn't bring a single treasure with him, and even the rouge bird was turned away, so in this case, his cultivation became the only one behind. I had to save it. The strength of the physical body does not mean that it can resist a qiē, the wind and sand are only one aspect, the power of the cold is the most headache, and to advance to this step, Thirteen Lang is like an ordinary person walking in the ice and snow for three days and three nights, from blood to soul, almost all frozen.

Since his debut, Jusan Lang has never tried the limit of his physical body, and now he has a chance. Complaining.

Fortunately, the power of the cold was difficult to endure, and it also brought him some protection, freezing the ice to resist the wind and sand, helping to eliminate a large part of the strength, if it weren't for this, Shisanlang would have been covered in bruises.

After a thousand miles, the wind and sand are more intense, and the cold is more intense. It became more and more unbearable, and the ice layer broke faster and faster, leaving the cold air to erode the internal organs. Thirteen Lang's body began to break, his mind became numb, his vision blurred until he couldn't open his eyes at all, his movements became stiff, and his speed decreased.

At this time, he looked like a zombie from a distance. Up and down, lifeless.

Three thousand miles, four thousand miles flew out of the body a little bit of bright red, instantly mixed in the wind and sand and was swallowed, Thirteen Lang was about to forget about himself. With only a wisp of induction, a trace of obsession.

If you only rely on the ontology and don't use the magic weapon, the wind and sand here may be able to threaten the calamity. Full of calculations, Thirteen Lang has only practiced for more than three hundred years, and he does not use his cultivation to resist the wind and sand, even if there are a few coincidences to relieve the pressure, it is still difficult to support it for too long.

In a word, he's dying

A little black light whistled in, and the wind around it was ten thousand winds, and only it could move freely, as if it had a spiritual intelligence. The black light noticed the existence of Thirteen Lang, curious and a little greedy, wandering around, carefully observing something.

Almost at the same time, a bad omen was born in the heart of Thirteen Lang, just like a man groping in the dark night sees a ray of light, and when he looks closely, he looks like the eyes of a hungry wolf, bright but cruel.

He continued to walk, the black light followed quietly, it watched the wind and sand lift the ice, and saw that Thirteen Lang's body was bleeding, and the blood was scattered but not dispersed, and the black light suddenly pounced on it, swallowing the scattered blood.

It's delicious!

So Heiguang realized that his trip was not entirely by luck, but was attracted by the food, which seemed unintentional, but in fact it was a certainty.

In that case, why not swallow him!

If you are found by the same kind, wouldn't you want to get a piece of the pie and snatch it from yourself?

Thinking of this, the black light hissed and spun rapidly around Thirteen's body, looking for an opportunity to strike.

Its intelligence is not high, but it can feel that the delicacy seems to be more than delicious, as if there is a great evil hidden in it, and if it is true, it may be in danger.

Instinct reminds it not to act rashly, and if it goes on like this, that person will sooner or later be cut into pieces by the wind and sand, and by that time, everything will be his own.

No, what if someone else comes?

There were waves of fluctuation in the induction, and the black light could know that some of the same kind had sensed the anomaly and were looking for the source.

The wind and sand are raging and disorderly, and even if it is, it can only move freely at most, and cannot accurately judge the direction, and the black light estimates that it will take them a while to find this place, but it will come eventually.

Why isn't this man dead?

Forget about not dying, why did he go so fast!, and the direction kept pointing there, towards the nucleus that terrified the black light.

How can he keep his direction, not bad at all?

Swallow him!

Gotta swallow him!

I can only swallow him!

Thinking about walking, the black light swallowed several mouthfuls of blood in a row, and the desire in his heart was stimulated beyond measure, finally

"Whew!"

"Kill!"

A shrill hiss, accompanied by a burst of fire, turned the greedy cry of the black light into a howl, and the body turned to ash in an instant. Before he died, there was a clear cry in his ears, and the purple fire around Thirteen Lang rose, sweeping away the cold and dead silence, and in an instant, the wind and sand roared and shook, like a gate knife falling to the top, lined up on both sides, and a bright red avenue in the middle.

With all his mana, Thirteen Lang transformed into a dancer and soared in the wind, letting out a roar of surprise and anger.

"It's you!"

(To be continued......)