Kunlun.

This is a vast and primitive world.

Just on the outskirts of Kunlun, the majestic mountains have stretched into a patch, all towering into the blue and the blue, and the mountains are surrounded by starlight and chaos.

Even the Extreme Dao Emperor, before standing in Kunlun, felt the momentum of the Eight Desolations, and he would not sigh in his heart.

Not only that, countless big dragons are staggered, with different postures, but most of them are showing a momentum of taking off, jointly guarding the core immortal soil in the center.

There, the sun was gorgeous, and the colors and mist were steaming, drowning everything.

As one of the three origin divine mountains of the human universe, Kunlun Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountain should be the only divine land in this world.

However, millions of years ago, the Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountain in Kunlun was removed by the power of Gaidai Mana, leaving only a large pit in the same place with a radius of an unknown number of thousands of miles.

Fortunately, the man did not cut off the dragon veins of the earth.

After nearly a million years of gestation, there has been an extraordinary meteorological manifestation in the Kunlun pit.

Countless dragon vein immortal spirits converged in the depths of the earth, arching a pearl among them.

If this continues, there may be another majestic mountain that breaks through the ground.

Of course, even if Mount Kinabalu can regenerate, I'm afraid it will be millions of years.

Moreover, compared to the Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountains of the past, it must be far inferior. But it will definitely be a red dust fairyland-like existence.

At this moment, the immortal mountain has not yet reappeared, but there is another extraordinary meteorological manifestation here.

Wandao Ruicai steamed, diffusing from the ground, and there was an inexplicable aura of mystery, and the surging fairy light was reflected.

In the depths of the earth, a mud coffin that seemed to be ordinary but was made of the legendary Doom soil trembled, and it was immediately revealed.

In an instant, there was an endless stream of immortal qi surging out, flowing with clouds, as if it was about to lift the glow and soar.

In the Kunlun pit in the outside world, chaos and fairy light are intertwined, condensed into the shape of a true dragon and a divine phoenix, and the ups and downs here add a bit of mystery and strangeness.

Immediately, a fat Taoist priest wearing a mythical robe sat up from the mud coffin, looking at the various treasures in the coffin, with a blank expression.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of divine crystal beside him was touched, and suddenly, the past came flooding back.

The fat Taoist priest's expression changed from confused to surprised at the beginning, and by the end, his eyes were already slightly obscene and shining.

One of his hands kept rubbing on the treasures piled up around him, and the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to the root of his ears, looking arrogant:

"Humph! What emperors, immortal emperors, and immortal birds, the left is just a passing cloud! ”

"Becoming an immortal and building a million autumns, after all, it still depends on this seat......"

Shaking his head, Duan De looked quite emotional, as if he felt the sadness that the red dust was fleeting and no one could be immortal, but his hands never stopped, and he finished packing the treasures in the coffin in the blink of an eye.

After packing his bags, Duan De patted his buttocks, and was about to break through the dirt and leave this place.

"Immeasurable Tianzun, why is the soil in this place so difficult to dig on horses, I'll go!"

After a long time, Duan Decai came out of the ground in disgrace.

In fact, the dragon veins of Kunlun converged, and as a "feng shui master", he naturally saw through the atmosphere of Kunlun at a glance.

At the same time, Duan De thought that after hundreds of thousands of years, the Immortal Emperor must no longer be in the human world.

Therefore, he has long regarded Kunlun as an endless treasure trove that he can mine in the future, and it is precisely because of this that he is categorically unwilling to destroy the general trend of heaven and earth here in advance, so he chooses to dig out of the soil hard.

However, before he could be happy, a majestic figure was already sitting at the entrance of the cave. At this moment, the man was looking at him with a mocking expression.

Big eyes to small eyes, Duan De couldn't help but be stunned on the spot for the first time.

And when he reacted, it was a heart-rending, pig-like scream:

"I didn't really want to dig your grave—"

In this regard, Zhou Luo was speechless for a while, and then looked at Duan De with an indifferent face, and the corner of his mouth was a malicious smile:

"Oh? Is it? How did I just hear someone talking about it, saying 'Emperor, Immortal Emperor, Immortal Bird, all passing by'? ”

Hearing this, Duan De lowered his head a little weakly, raised his hand to wipe the sweat that did not exist on his forehead, pulled out a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying, and quibbled:

"Dream talk, it's all dream talk! People, just woke up, it's like this......"

Duan De's emperor-level body has not yet been cut off, and his divine sense is still quite keen, so he can naturally sense that Zhou Luo is not really angry, but he is relieved.

Immediately, Duan De's eyes stared straight at Zhou Luo's face, and suddenly as if he remembered something more crucial, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and hesitated:

"Am I supposed to sleep for 120,000 years? Is this place really so evil? ”

The Immortal Emperor in front of him, although he looked a little older than he had seen in his previous life, was only in his thirties, and he was still in his prime.

In Duan De's opinion, based on the performance of the Immortal Emperor when he was alive, if he lived a few more lives, and the longevity was about 200,000 years, he would still be able to accept it.

In this regard, Zhou Luo smiled mysteriously, shook his head, and said in a calm tone:

"It's not much, it's five or six hundred thousand years longer than you estimate."

"Whew-"

Duan De breathed a long sigh of relief and patted his chest:

"It's okay, it's okay, but it's five or six hundred thousand—what!?"

The terrible screams came as scheduled.

By the time Duan De reacted, he was already there and began to cry:

"Woo-seven or eight hundred thousand years in one life, and immortal in nine generations, when will this be the head?"

Annoyed by Duan De's quarrel, Zhou Luo couldn't help frowning slightly, and said impatiently:

"In this life, you condense the third reincarnation seal, which is the most important thing. The emperor has already deduced it for you, and the time spent on subsequent reincarnation should be greatly reduced. ”

Hearing this, Duan De immediately stopped pretending to cry, and began to sense the three sacred and white mystical marks in his body, and then couldn't help but smirk:

"Hey......

"Hey, hey!"

Suddenly, in Zhou Luo's extremely disdainful gaze, Duan De finally stopped his foolish behavior of "self-appreciation" and resumed his serious expression.

Finally, Duan De's IQ returned, and he thought of something, and couldn't help but look the Immortal Emperor on the other side up and down, and said tentatively:

"Do you want to survive these seven or eight hundred thousand years? Didn't self-decapitate? ”

Zhou Luo said calmly: "I didn't kill myself, I survived like this." ”

Hearing this, Duan De couldn't help but be stunned, and after a long time, he couldn't help but mutter:

"You guy, shouldn't you have become an immortal?"

In this regard, Zhou Luo only smiled slightly:

"This emperor has indeed survived the complete immortal tribulation, and he has not passed away."

Even though his heart was numb and he had already been mentally prepared, when he heard the Immortal Emperor admit it himself, Duan De was stunned for a while, and finally only held back two words:

"Perverted!"