There are landscapes that cannot be described in words, drawn with a pen, or even imagined with imagination. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Only when you see it with your own eyes will the indescribable grandeur and shock be deeply engraved in your heart and linger.

For example, the high mountains that connect the sky and the earth, and the Optimus Prime that connects the sea and the sky.

When Meng Shuai stood on the turtle and looked up at the Heavenly Pillar, the shock in his heart was indescribable. So much so that I forgot even the tension of facing a mortal enemy.

Compared with the huge heavenly pillar, not to mention him, even the Divine Turtle is like a drop in the ocean, so small that he is ashamed of himself. Outside the Heavenly Pillar was surrounded by a whirlpool of white waves, and the undercurrent was turbulent, and the Divine Turtle tried several times, but it was difficult to get close.

Meng Shuai didn't urge the Turtle to take risks. He knew that the people in it wanted to go in by himself more than he did, and that he didn't have to risk it himself.

Sure enough, a road suddenly appeared on the turbulent sea, and it was not a dirt and stone road, but an unusually calm windless belt in the white waves, just wide enough for the turtle to pass through.

Meng Shuai drove the turtle to move forward slowly, walking unhurriedly in the sea, not like going to meet the enemy, but like participating in a feast, walking on the red carpet.

I came to the bottom of the high mountain, but I saw that the mountain was steep and straight into the clouds, and there was no road to take. Meng Shuai stopped and heard the humane: "Since you're here, let's come up." ”

A road flashed out of the mountain again, but this road was narrow, and it was a bluestone step, and Meng Shuai could get on it, but the turtle couldn't.

Meng Shuai smiled and said, "Old man, it seems that this time he wants me to go to the meeting alone." Well, you wait for me here. "Let's get down from the turtle and climb the stairs.

The stone steps seem to be endless, and the trees on both sides are chaotic, with tropical coconut groves and palms, cold pines and cypresses, as well as all kinds of strange flowers and plants, and all kinds of plants that should never be together gather together, which looks a little weird. But these plants are very luxuriant, and this thriving vitality hides all the abnormalities.

"What a great place. Meng Shuai muttered. It's a pity that this is not the world that the divine beast is carrying, otherwise you can judge how incredibly powerful the divine beast is. You must know that the stronger the divine beast, the stronger the vitality of the world, if this is really a divine beast, I am afraid that Yuan Huawen will not be able to control it.

Suddenly, a high cliff was facing him, and there were three big characters on the high cliff -

"No Zhoushan!"

I couldn't describe the shock of Meng Shuai when he saw these three words, he only felt that the blood was cut off for a while, his heartbeat stopped for a moment, the world lost its color, and time lost its meaning. Only the three words of the mountain in front of us are eternal.

It took a long time for him to wake up from the shock, and then he secretly cursed to himself: "Damn, damn it, you are so careless! This is the Longtan Tiger's Den, how can you be distracted?"

At this time, looking up again, in addition to feeling that the words Bu Zhoushan are vigorous and upright, dripping, he does not feel that there is the kind of shocking charm just now, but he will not feel that it was an accident just now, although the shocking feeling has faded, there are still aftermaths in the bottom of his heart, and he can't fake it.

This is not Yuan Huawen's handwriting, it is the person.

Meng Shuai is sure. If Yuan Huawen has such a skill, a few words will make people feel distraught, and there is no need to fight this duel.

At this time, he remembered Feng Yuan's words again - you must pay attention, everything on the mountain is closely related to your future and destiny. Is he referring to this?

Thinking of this, Meng Shuai glanced at the big characters again, engraved the strokes in his heart, and then continued to walk up the stone steps.

After sparing for a long time, I went around to the back of the boulder, but I saw that the back of the boulder was bright red, like the best bloodstone, and it was dripping with blood. It's just that Meng Shuai felt a pang in his heart when he saw the bloodstains - this blood seemed to be real, with the cruel aura of blood.

It's just that this boulder is so huge, most of it is splashed with blood, how many sacrifices are needed? Could it be that there is a mass grave under the stone?

Walking up further, you can gradually overlook the stone wall, and at this time, Meng Shuai saw a line of handwriting on the stone wall:

"The day is near, the sea will be poor, and the sky will be mended here. ”

This line of writing is also superb, but compared with the majestic atmosphere of Buzhou Mountain, it is a little more beautiful, like a woman's handwriting.

This is another memorable landscape, Meng Shuai also wrote it down, and then walked forward, and finally arrived at the end of the mountain road, the direction turned, and suddenly opened up.

I saw that in front of me was an open field in the mountains, although it was only a platform halfway up the mountain, but there were hundreds of miles in a radius, surrounded by clouds and mist, and there was no end in sight.

On the flat plateau, there is a magnificent temple...... Ruin.

It is really a ruin, although you can vaguely see the majestic high wall stone pillars, but now only the ruins remain.

The four walls that were once tightly seamed have now collapsed on three sides, leaving only one lonely independence, and the remaining stone carvings on the wall, although severely weathered, are still majestic, recording the original glory. The tall stone pillar was cut in half, and the fallen pillar was weathered into rubble, leaving behind half of the stone pillar like a sawn tree stump, and the dense patterns on the stone pillar were its annual rings.

In short, this place shows the magnificence of the past, but because of this remnant, it is particularly sad and gloomy.

Originally, such ruins could be called palaces, or cities, but not temples. But somehow, when Meng Shuai saw it, he felt that it must be a temple, although he couldn't see the statue of the god, and he couldn't even be sure whether the building in the center was an altar, but Meng Shuai always felt that every brick and stone here had the breath of God.

If this was once the abode of a god, it must be a powerful god, at least not a grass-headed god like Meng Shuai who can be compared, and the same Yuan Huawen is far from enough.

It's just that...... Why here?

"Did I come by mistake? Or was I late?" Meng Shuai was full of doubts -- this is still not the place where Yuan Huawen wen? If so, he has been entrenched here for a long time, why not renovate it, even if he refuses to blaspheme the gods for some reason, won't he even build a house of his own? But if not, why did Meng Shuai come? Isn't the last level a battle, but a visit to the ruins to receive historical and cultural education?

But he still remembered Feng Yuan's words, so he looked at this ruin very carefully. He found that the damage here was not serious, many of the stone carvings were still in their previous appearance, and even some of the ornaments were still hidden in the cracks. Except for a little bit......

There are no characters at all. No matter how elaborate the carvings are, there are no human figures or similar subjects, and certainly no gods. Some of the carvings that should have been painted with the master or the main deity here turned into an abrupt blank. It's not natural, as if something has forcibly erased the traces.

"Strange ......" Meng Shuai walked while searching for traces in the wreckage, and all kinds of signs showed that there was a long-hidden secret hidden in this ruin.

Although he didn't know who the former owner of this temple was, and he didn't know what his deeds were, Meng Shuai actually had a good impression of him. It's just because there is a sense of intimacy hidden in the broken wall that comes out of nowhere.

Kind, and familiar. Kindness may just be familiar at first sight, familiar, I'm afraid it's the real old people.

Who is this...... As he thought about it, the road to ruins gradually came to an end.

Suddenly, an entire high platform came into view, and the style of the raised platform did not fit in with the ruins on the ground. Although the ruins underground are magnificent, they are a bit natural and ancient, and the style of the high platform is much more beautiful, full of beautiful artistic sense, which is pleasing to the eye at first sight. If you compare, it is like just two places on the mountain wall in front of the mountain and behind the mountain, the ruins such as "Buzhou Mountain" are full of momentum, and the high platform is like "mending the sky" Xiu escapes out of the group.

And there is another figure on the high platform. In the rubble, this figure is the only one who is moving and alive.

The figure is long and jade, with a tall posture, wearing a well-cut brocade robe, a human shirt, a lining person, and a jade tree in the wind, complementing each other like a work of art. Although he had his back to Meng Shuai, he still had a slight angle, just enough to see half of his face obliquely. The face is also flawless, the woman has the so-called heavenly immortals descending to earth, and if there are male immortals descending from the heavens, that is the case.

Meng Shuai has always admired beauties, whether it is a beautiful man or a beautiful woman, as long as he is handsome, he will naturally be close.

But...... This person is different.

As soon as he saw this person, Meng Shuai only showed a sneer and walked over slowly.

Getting closer, everything on the high platform became clearer and clearer, and I saw that in addition to this person on the stage, there was only one Danding. Danding is huge, occupying half of the area of the high platform, and the whole body is dark red, with a hint of mysterious color. Meng Shuai has also seen Danding, Chen Qian will be alchemy, and he has built an alchemy furnace in the black soil world. But even if the alchemy furnace was made by divine power, at the expense of work, the design was almost the limit of Chen Qian's knowledge and imagination, and it was far inferior to this one. Meng Shuai didn't understand the design of the Dan furnace, but after just a glance, he felt that it was not a thing on the same level.

Meng Shuai glanced at the Dan furnace twice, and felt frightened. This feeling is a bit similar to when he first saw a few big characters in Buzhou Mountain, and it was also shocking to his heart. But it's not exactly the same. The shock when I saw Buzhou Mountain was just because I watched it, and it was like a miracle of the world, occupying the peaks of the mountain, and naturally exuding infinite power. Meng Shuai was shocked, but he reacted naturally, and like thousands of onlookers, he saw the miracle and couldn't help but bow and worship.

However, this Dan furnace is different. When Meng Shuai saw it, he only felt that that thing was very dangerous, containing endless power, and it was an imminent threat to himself, just like an oil pot in front of him, someone was going to throw him down and fry it at any time. He instinctively didn't want to approach Danding, and he couldn't even compete with his disgust for the person on the high platform, so he stopped when he walked to the bottom of the stage, no longer boarded, and only looked at the person on the stage.

At this time, the man on the high platform finally moved, he turned around unhurriedly, his handsome face was expressionless, because of the difference in height, he easily overlooked Meng Shuai, and his voice was ethereal:

"The Chosen One, you're finally here. ”