Half a moon later, on a vast lawn, a blood-red and sturdy grassland iron-hoof horse strolled leisurely under the blue sky and white clouds.

He had left the house alone seven days earlier, and his father had chosen not to join him.

After the dream of the Taoist priest cutting the snake was shattered, he had been wondering why there was such a real dream. In the dream, he seemed to have the power to destroy the world when he raised his hand, and what happened in that dream was very intriguing.

He didn't want to just treat it as a dream, but wanted to use the dream to realize the Tao, and the Tao was the Tao of truth. So he consulted with his father, and he marched thousands of miles by himself, slowly comprehending it alone, and when he had passed a thousand miles, his father would meet him and go home.

Bu Youkong naturally readily agreed, after all, Bu Fanchen's travel alone is also a kind of state of mind experience, and he already has this kind of plan.

Hearing the movement in the sky, Bu Fanchen looked up, and the clear blue sky was drawn by several masters of flying in the sky, drawing a few white lines. It's not hard to know if it's because it's too fast. The group seemed urgent. During the flight, some people were taking pills one after another to replenish the Yuan Force consumed by the long-term flight.

The group of people who flew over Bu Fanchen's head had not yet left Bu Fanchen's field of vision, and a lot of martial cultivators flew in from behind, followed by groups of similar martial cultivators, rushing forward. What made it interesting to Qu Fanchen was that these martial cultivators had very serious expressions, and they were all very vigorous.

Too lazy to care so much, Bu Fanchen simply rode on his horse and set off to the left. After all, now that you are alone, you can't deliberately put yourself in danger, just look at the turbulent atmosphere, you can know what will happen next, and now you are just an innate martial artist who can't even fly, and the group of ruthless people in the sky are not at the same level at all, so it's better to stay away.

Eighty miles away from Lituo Mountain on the Eastern Continent Plateau, a dark-skinned teenager with cold eyes was quickly running in the direction of Lituo Mountain. Due to the speed, his clothes were tightly pressed against his body by the air current, perfectly reflecting his well-defined muscles.

Every time he kicked his leg, the whole body would eject like a cannonball, but strangely, there was not a single footprint left on the soft lawn.

In front of Lituo Mountain, on a bare flat ground, there were martial cultivators of various colors standing scattered. As can be seen from their costumes, they are not natives of Dongyuan, and there are even a small number of people who are not from the south.

Among them, the people who Bu Fanchen had seen before, flying over his head, were also in the crowd.

In order to cope with the next various unexpected situations, almost everyone is closing their eyes and recuperating to put themselves into the best state.

One of the middle-aged men, holding a wide broadsword in his arms, had a calm face, and his divine sense said: "Yang Wei's rabbit cub seems to have not only sold us the news, there are so many people here, I will try to preserve my strength first, I feel that there are several breaths that are not weaker than me, and you can't be reckless." ”

"Don't worry, big brother, as long as the enchantment appears, I'll look for an opportunity to throw fog bombs, and the third and fourth will take advantage of the chaos to find an opportunity to sneak attack, after we finish building momentum, we will leave immediately, and let this group of people fight for life and death here." Opposite the middle-aged man, a man with a long knife mark on his face replied.

The man nodded slightly, acknowledging.

At the same time, except for the four scattered cultivators who were hiding in the distance, most of them were secretly discussing something.

The sun cast a bright red light from the top of the high mountain in the distance, which happened to shine on the stele of the mountain root on the lito. Probably due to the influence of the red sunset, the faint light emitted by the half of the remnants of the monument also began to turn red.

When all the remnants of the stele turned red, the barrier on the periphery of Lituo Mountain, like a huge glass, was burned through by the hot object at the inscription, and the speed of the breach became faster and faster.

Seeing this, Scarface quickly took out several mist bombs, preparing to use dark energy to hit them elsewhere and then detonate them. However, before he could eject his mist hand, no less than twenty mist bombs and many ecstasy bombs exploded together on the flat ground, making the entire flat ground like day and night, obscuring the eyes and consciousness of all the monks.

It was also at this time that the crowd erupted in screams, and it was someone who was hacked and killed.

Scarface realizes that something is wrong and hurriedly steps forward, trying to grab the hands of his brothers, but he pounces. He had no choice but to open his mouth and shout softly: Big brother, third and fourth, I am Scar, where are you?

He was answered by a flash of swords, splitting him in half from top to bottom. And the companion he was looking for rushed to the mountain without hesitation when the smoke bomb exploded.

Joke, this is the time of critical survival, and the brain will continue to stay there, obviously Scarface and the others who are fighting in the fog are the group of people who have not reacted, so the opportunity will be ruthlessly eliminated before it starts, the weak eat the strong, it has always been like this.

The middle-aged man with a broadsword looked at the strange monk who also broke out of the fog with cold and vigilant eyes, while the others also looked at him indifferently, and the atmosphere was extremely cold for a while.

Fortunately, everyone is still only at the foot of the mountain, and they have not reached the rumored Shenyuan Palace of Lituo Mountain, and they are all smart people who can come here, and they are not yet at the point of making trouble, so they can avoid fighting.

The middle-aged man's name is Gu Jianqiang, the peak realm cultivation of the Martial Sect, because of the giant sword in his hand, the lethality is comparable to four people in the same realm, and in his hometown, he is an absolute powerhouse.

Running towards the top of the mountain, feeling the stronger and stronger coercion, Gu Jianqiang's calm eyes hid a faint joy, since there is such a majesty on the periphery, then the things in the ruins are naturally self-evident, as for the few sworn brothers who don't know where, Gu Jianqiang naturally doesn't want them to have an accident, but at the same time, he won't stop half a step because of their safety.

My monk, where to ascend is not dangerous, this situation does not allow him to hesitate at all.

The more Gu Jianqiang and the others went to the top of the mountain, the greater the pressure, and everyone's cultivation was faintly suppressed, among which the higher the cultivation, the greater the suppression, so that the people who climbed the mountain tended to cultivate to a synchronized rhythm. This made many people who were slightly weaker in cultivation surprised.

Bu Fanchen rode a horse and had already changed direction, but not long after setting off, he met a swarthy young man on the way, because he was also a physical cultivator, so Bu Fanchen could feel the explosive energy contained in the other party's seemingly thin body.

All practitioners of physical arts will have an instinctive desire to fight when they meet physical practitioners, and those who are new to physical arts are the most prosperous.

Of course, this is also the reason for the lack of physical cultivation, and it is one thing to be difficult to cultivate, and the way to find death is the way, so that most of the physical cultivation will burp because of their own impulsiveness before they enter the state of mind. The physical arts cultivators who have entered the state of mind are the other extreme, their minds are extremely meticulous, and their hearts are open compared to the vast majority of martial arts cultivators, they will be much calmer in battle, after all, once they enter the heart, the body and mind are one, there is no self and no other, and there are fists and feet outside the body.

Seeing Bu Fanchen looking at himself, the swarthy young man thought carefully, as if he was pulling up his memories. But seeing that the other party didn't mean to go to Lituo Mountain, the swarthy young man finally just glanced at him briefly, then stopped caring about him and continued to rush in the direction of Lituo Mountain.

Of course, the word rush is relative to ordinary people, with the realm of a teenager, this speed can only be average, anyway, he is not in a hurry, after all, it is his thing, and no one can take it away.

After the boy left, Bu Fanchen took off the reins and let the horse return to nature.

Then Bu Fanchen opened his legs and rushed to the direction of the young man at full speed. When the sunset reflected the red stele, he felt it, but at that time he was still hesitating whether to go, after seeing the swarthy boy, he finally made up his mind, where to practice without experiencing danger?

Feeling that the strange white-faced boy behind him, who was younger than himself, chased after him with a resolute face, and the swarthy boy deliberately slowed down.

Since it is a physical cultivation, what kind of bird is it who is afraid of the east and the west, it is just a shame, that Lituo Mountain, the dark boy knows very well, all the physical cultivation within a hundred miles of the vicinity will inevitably have a sense in his heart, the white-faced young man did not rush there, what is it if he is not afraid of death?

Judging by his appearance, he is a pampered son, which is different from the people of the old family in his memory, so the fear of death is in line with the temperament of Bai Shengsheng.

The swarthy young man didn't stop for half a minute for Bu Fanchen, who was also a body cultivator, just now, but now seeing him follow, it was a little interesting, so he slowed down and waited for him to get a point.

Two figures, one black and one white, rose and fell on the grassland one after the other, running rapidly, like a stubborn wild horse chasing the setting sun.

Lituo Mountain, the fog has long been dissipated, and the surviving people looked at the movement on the mountain, and they all realized that they didn't care who had slashed themselves just now, or who gave them a sword, and hurried to the top of the mountain.

When the swarthy boy arrived at the clearing of Lituo Mountain, there was not a single living person in sight except for the messy corpses. The boy looked at the roads on the mountain that had been pressed out alive, and only shook his head slightly.

I saw a burst of Gangyuan in his palm burst out and pressed towards the ground, and the open space collapsed directly.

Underneath the clearing was a large hall, which was connected to a passage paved with floor tiles with delicate pictures of the beasts. The swarthy boy entered the passage and walked inside, Bu Fanchen arrived almost at the same time as the boy, and after the boy entered the passage, he also followed, but before entering, he ran to the foot of the mountain and put away the reddened stele.

This is what Bao Gaitou taught him, in the land of ruins, inscriptions, calligraphy and paintings, etc., can not be let go, he is naturally convinced of Bao Gaitou's words. The bladeless sword, when it was first picked up on the island, was it surprisingly dirty, covered with moss, and it was easy to use after this treasure was picked up.

The people who had fought in the fog before did not go far, and the loud noise from the collapse of the clearing below was naturally noticed by them, and they knew that there seemed to be a hole below, and everyone rushed back like headless flies. And Gu Jianqiang and the others, because they went too far, they didn't know the situation below, and among the four waves of people, they were even farther away from Shen Yuan Palace.

Look at the lifelike beast graphics on the floor tiles. Bu Fanchen followed behind the young man and muttered, "The body surface has armor, the limbs are entangled, and the birth has four eyes, and the strength of the increased eyes is more than 10,000 jun, and the nature likes to feed on all kinds of running beasts, which is also a mortal beast." “

The swarthy young man frowned slightly, turned his head to look at Bu Fanchen, and motioned for him to continue.

"A retreat just up, the eye lost many limbs, the limbs are heavy, one hundred thousand, nine for the extreme, when encountering the extreme, one limb and a half cangli, ten cangs can kill gods. This is a god-level beast, in the legend, the beast is close to the gods, under a hammer, the void is destroyed, and the gods are persuaded to avoid it. Without any pretension, Bu Fanchen read out the secret records of the beasts written in the ancient books he read on the island.

"You're right, that's the description of the beast, and to be honest, this is the second time you've surprised me. The swarthy boy still said coldly.

Bu Fanchen shrugged his shoulders, smiled lightly, and continued to walk forward with the young man.

Two miles into the passage, a closed wall blocked the way of the two, the wall was pitch black, and its center was engraved with a floating figure, and countless flickering stars were engraved in front of the figure.

The man turned his back to the two of them, one alone looking at the tens of millions of stars in the void, as if he wanted to block the many horrors coming from the depths of the starry sky. Bu Fanchen only felt a sense of being alone and having nothing to do. The strength of the body can't help but run, and his fist intent is also growing invisibly;

And the swarthy boy in the first moment of seeing the figure in the painting, has already entered the enlightenment, the boy has been suppressed since he entered the passage, Gang Yuan, who has been suppressed since he entered the passage, actually has some to break through the seal of this ruin, but in the end it is still in the form of Gang Jin covered his body, and naturally started a set of mysterious and mysterious fist techniques.

Bu Fanchen had guessed that this relic was closely related to the boy early on, and now when he saw it, he confirmed his guess even more, and did not disturb the boy's punch, but quietly comprehended the subtlety of the boy's boxing technique.

With each punch the boy, the figure on the wall will disappear, presumably when the figure disappears completely, the boy will end his enlightenment.

At this moment, there were a few rapid footsteps at the corner of the passage, Bu Fanchen knew that it was those people who came after thinking about it, and the young man in the enlightenment did not stop the enlightenment because of the footsteps.

When he just got down the passage, he found that this underground city had an inexplicable suppression, which would keep people's cultivation within a certain range, and the swarthy young man's Gang Yuan turned into Gang Jin is the best example, so the group of people outside should also be the congenital martial artist consummation realm at this moment, so it is just right to cultivate his own soaring fist intent just now, the fist of physical cultivation.

At the corner of the passage, there were four people, and at the front, there was a short old man, wearing a blue and dark robe, with a cupola cannon tied with a yellow rope on his head, and a knife mark on the robe, indicating that he had been injured.

To the right is a middle-aged man with a broad head and a broad face, holding a pair of giant axes.

On the left is a bereaving woman dressed in a tight-fitting assassin costume, who is not very old and has a seven-point appearance.

Behind him was a tall man with a long iron rod in his hand, with a fierce look in his eyes.

After a simple analysis of the situation of the next four people, Bu Fanchen made a decision in his heart.

"A few people, how about waiting here for a while, the kid friend is doing something convenient inside, I hope you understand. Bu Fanchen said with an innocent smile.

The four of them exchanged glances at each other, there were no words, the land of ruins, talking was a waste of time and life. I saw the woman take out two large silver needles from her arms and shoot them towards Bu Fanchen. At the same time, the woman's figure floated, took out the long sword behind her back, and flashed towards Bu Fanchen, while the other three were not slow at all, almost at the same time from all directions, ready to surround Bu Fanchen.

Several people have experienced killing, and they often mix in the rivers and lakes, how can they despise half a point because of your young body, although it is a temporary team, but in this Shen Yuan Palace, which has been suppressed, the four of them shot at the same time, and the lack of tacit understanding is enough to make up for it with the number of people.

Seeing that the four of them made a decisive move, without the slightest word, Bu Fanchen's right foot stepped back a little, his hands stretched out from his chest, clenched into fists, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he pulled away the half-hung emperor boxing that he learned in the book to meet the enemy.

I am worried that there is no suitable person to eliminate my fist intent, Your Excellency's four innate martial artists are extremely suitable, and even if you are in perfection, you are just a martial artist, and you are never a martial spirit.

In the face of the silver needles that shot out, Bu Fanchen's feet fell to the ground with three percent of his strength, and he dodged in an instant.

The strength of physical cultivation is one of the speeds, which is only inferior to the wind attribute cultivators in martial arts.

In the face of the woman's long sword, with the advantage of being short, the right foot is close to the ground, taking it as the heart, the whole body is obliquely drawn in the air half a circle, and when it comes to the woman's right, the right hand rebounds, and the back of the fist is against the sword body, and all the eight points of Gang strength are shocked on the sword. I saw that the woman's mouth hurt, and a wisp of blood slipped down, so that the long sword was suppressed in the direction of the old man, and the woman took three steps back directly to stop her figure. The woman was already a teenager, but she didn't expect the other party to be so arrogant, with a fist to catch the sword, she was also shocked back, shocked, hurriedly took out two silver needles, no longer hidden, filled with the power of thunder, feet on the ground, turned around and jumped into the air, with the help of the silver needle scattered with purple light in the direction of Bu Fanchen's advance.

After shaking the woman back, Bu Fanchen did not stop, and rushed to the backward woman with a little force, taking advantage of her illness to kill him.

The four people in the passage knew Bu Fanchen's plan, and after knowing the strength, they did not choose to stop Bu Fanchen from killing the woman, but faintly gave way to it, preparing to exchange the woman's life for a good opportunity for them to attack. The woman obviously knew the intentions of several people, and snorted coldly, in order to save her life, she had already shot out a thunder rod, not to kill Bu Fanchen, but to block his steps, and at the same time, the silver would also have a little bit of a blocking intention against the old man and the person holding the long stick.

The corners of Bu Fanchen's mouth raised a sneer, and when he was close to the silver needle, he turned around abruptly, forcibly carried a stick and punched the old man, and borrowed his strength to come to the person with the giant axe, and after shooting down the giant axe, he pierced the chest of Wu Xiu with the two giant axes by the way.

This person's cultivation is the weakest, but he has the strongest murderous intent, so he should die first as respect.

Of course, Bu Fanchen's punch could only destroy that person, and did not directly kill him.