The handwriting is mottled, and after a long time, it has become a little blurry, making it difficult to read, but the momentum contained in the ancient monument shocked Jun Qinghan. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The ancient monument, but only three zhang, standing in front of Jun Qinghan, but like a hundred thousand mountains, standing between heaven and earth, eternal.

The desolate breath seems to chant an ancient incantation.

-- Immortals - Demons!

After careful consideration for a long time, Jun Qinghan recognized the two big characters on the ancient monument, the ancient runes, full of infinite mysteries, which made Jun Qinghan's whole body freeze in place.

"Immortals, demons!"

The corners of his mouth whispered, and Jun Qinghan poured out a trace of desolation from the bottom of his heart, "Tens of thousands of years have been in a hurry, and the traces of immortals and demons have long disappeared in the Qinglian Continent, and even the legends have become very vague."

With wide eyes, he looked at the bottom of the two ancient characters.

"Immortal seeker, life!"

"Demon follower, die!"

The handwriting is becoming more and more simple, but it is full of infinite might, making Jun Qinghan feel more and more insignificant, and two lines of large characters are engraved on both sides of the ancient monument, forming a confrontational killing trend.

At the same time, it indicates the two roads ahead of Jun Qinghan.

On the left, it is the road to seek immortals, as soon as you set foot on this road, you will be associated with the fairy road, and sit dry for life, just to knock on the door of the fairy world, to be able to look up to the world, and stand on the top of all living beings.

On the right, it is the path of non-return to the devil, once you enter this way, there is no chance to turn back, abandon the immortals and seek demons, you will be completely suppressed by mortal dust, sink and struggle in the endless hell, and bear the infamy of eternity.

Jun Qinghan's fists clenched, and his palms unconsciously overflowed with sweat.

"Immortals?"

Once chosen, there will be no possibility of retreating half a step, whether it is life or death, it all depends on his own creation, looking at the desolate stone tablet, Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, and his eyes slowly closed.

Standing for a long time, Jun Qinghan's eyes opened, and a trace of fierceness swept in his eyes.

He, in less than two months, followed the rules on the road to becoming an immortal, after years of devastation and the torture of loneliness, it was difficult to knock on the door of the fairy world when he was dying.

And the devil is enough for a while!

The black robe waved, and the blood-red eyes flashed with determination, and he walked towards the road to the right.

He is willing to become a demon and rebel against immortals!

"Buzz!"

On the first step into the Demon Dao, Jun Qinghan felt a buzzing in his ears, a splitting headache, and the Nine Demon Bones behind his skull trembled slightly, and a trace of thirst for blood suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart.

There is also the trampling of the fairy road!

In front of the demon road, it was pitch black, Jun Qinghan felt a trace of peace inexplicably, as if the night could make him feel peaceful, without the light in front of the fairy road, but he would never be able to go to the other side.

The Devil's Path is full of dead silence and desolation!

Jun Qinghan felt the boiling blood all over his body more and more, the nine demon bones behind his skull shook, his whole body was wrapped in the breath of hell, and the pores of his skin were oozing with pitch-black demonic light.

"Uh......h Woohoo......"

With a slight movement of his ears, Jun Qinghan seemed to hear the low cry of the Demon King, and when he listened carefully, it was like the roar of the Hell Hades, full of endless manic aura.

Along the way, there seemed to be thousands of evil ghosts around him, and he could tear Jun Qinghan into pieces anytime and anywhere, but Jun Qinghan was not afraid at all, and walked forward with his head held high, and the roaring of the devils on both sides of the road seemed to be cheers and shouts.

I'm a demon, why kill me!

In the dark demon path, Jun Qinghan didn't know how long he walked, but he felt that his whole body was integrated into the sea, allowing him to swim, returning to the sky, soaring between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared in front of me.

Jun Qinghan's pupils shrank, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a hint of a smile, "Dawn, the dawn of a hundred thousand demons, is like the gap between hell and mortal dust, which makes people yearn for it!"

Waving his hand to dust off his clothes, Jun Qinghan walked towards that glimmer of light......

The crimson earth, full of the elegance of the immortals and the pride of the demons, trampling on the flag, sonorous, seems to be a war song played in ancient times, majestic and majestic, but it makes people feel endless sadness.

The battle between immortals and demons is now only a scorched earth.

On the scorched earth, tens of thousands of old men gathered, looking at the steel city wall in front of them, unable to move an inch.

Huo's, the whole space was filled with the roar of the devil, sonorous and yellow, dripping with murderous power, and the tens of thousands of old men on the scorched earth were shocked, and suddenly turned their heads to look at the exit of the demon road.

The pitch-black robe, like inky green silk, and the temples are white!

"Demon!"

Even though the old man's state of mind has reached the realm of neither joy nor sorrow after thousands of years of baptism, but when he saw Jun Qinghan appear at the exit of the demon path, he still couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

"Demon, he actually chose the devil, and he got here!"

The red dust is rolling, hundreds of millions of monks, sitting and sitting in front of the Buddha for 3,000 years, who is not to become an immortal and stand on top of 100,000 people, but this son is willing to enter the devil and choose the devil's way.

It is necessary to know that for millions of years, the immortal name will always exist, but on the ancient monument of history, there has never been the footprint of the devil!

Looking at Jun Qinghan with an indifferent expression, the pupils of the old men shrank slightly, and a trace of hostility appeared when they looked at Jun Qinghan, "The immortal road is vast, they have seen too many people, and they have turned to the demon path to set foot on the demon road, but how many years have passed, but no one seems to have walked out of the demon path to get here." ”

However, everyone didn't have the slightest intention of killing Jun Qinghan, "I have been trapped in Kusang City for hundreds of years, and the people around me are constantly dying, but the number of people who come in is very small, and no one wants to be alone for a hundred years."

The young man in front of him may be the object of conversation in Kusang City in the future.

The people here can't afford to kill, and at the same time they are reluctant to kill, even if they are peerless, they can't withstand the passing of ruthless years, and they can't withstand the harm of a hundred years of silence.

The robe was flying, looking at the demon path behind him, the corners of Jun Qinghan's mouth twitched, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his body, "Here, the breath of the immortal is too thick, making him a little breathless!"

"Knock...... Knock Knock...... Knock knock ......"

The war drums were beating, and the majestic sound swept through the four fields in an instant, resounding throughout the whole world, and the desolate sound was full of the breath of endless killing, but it was like the sigh of heaven and earth.

Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, followed the source of the voice, stared at him, and suddenly froze in place:

Ahead, there is a Great Wall of Bronze!

The Great Wall stretches for thousands of miles, stretching into the endless distance, and seems to wrap the entire dry mulberry region. The ancient city wall is as high as a hundred zhang, the breath is mottled, and the ancient bronze will reflect the city wall more ancient.

The walls are broken and covered with patina!

The bronze Great Wall lies prone and between the lofty mountains, magnificent atmosphere, like an ancient dragon lying down, guarding between heaven and earth, solid as gold, let the millions of troops roll up the flag, still not moving, like a mountain.

The patina is stained, but it can't hide the ancient runes carved on the city wall, and countless flood and desolate chalk are attached to it, showing their teeth and claws, or killing the sky, proud of the world, or exploring the river into the sea, making waves.

The breath of desolation, the ancient giant beast, Jun Qinghan has the memory of the thousand-year-old Dragon Emperor, but it is also unheard of.

But a feeling arose inexplicably in my heart, "Today's Qinglian, I'm afraid that only the four major demon clans and Fengxu can compare with it, and the other demons, under the bronze city wall, are rolling like dogs."

On the bronze city wall, the beacon tower is built high, the wolf smoke has passed, but the beacon tower seems more and more arrogant, standing on the high city tower, looking up to the heaven and earth, grand and dignified.

On the bronze Great Wall, a huge drum resounded without a hammer, shaking the Nine Heavens Dome, just like a hundred thousand thunder sounds.

Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, and suddenly realized that the people who had poured into the Dry Mulberry Domain before were all trapped in this scorched earth, and there was no way out of the bronze Great Wall thousands of miles ahead.

In my heart, a trace of doubt rose without being surprised.

The walls are hundred, why don't everyone leap away......

The doubts in his heart had not yet been put down, Jun Qinghan only saw an old man who was about to die, his whole body was surging, like an angry sea, roaring incessantly, and his hoarse voice sounded faintly:

"Let the old man try again!"

As he spoke, the old man's body shook and gradually rose into the air, but after a few breaths, the old man was a hundred feet off the ground, and he was only one step away from stepping into the Great Bronze Wall and completely crossing the past.

However, the tens of thousands of powerhouses below raised their hearts to their throats, and their breathing was obviously a lot shorter.

The old man of the void looked at the vast blue sky above his head, his dry arm trembled slightly, a handful of sweat came out of his palm, and the Dao Qi wrapped his whole body heavily, forming a thick defense, and with a cushion of footsteps, he crossed towards the Great Bronze Wall.

"Boom!"

The heavens and the earth roared in shock, and a pitch-black divine thunder broke through the sky, carrying infinite coercion, crushing towards the old man.