Mountains, rivers, and the earth are speeding down below.

"This is the first time I've seen the scenery outside the Seven Feather Sect."

In the invisible light, Jiang Ding looked down with interest, passing a cloud from time to time, stopping to admire for a moment, bypassing, and continuing to fly.

There are mountains and forests everywhere, from time to time there are spirit birds and birds of prey flying by, fierce beasts are culling prey in the mountain streams, and qi cultivators are carefully passing through to collect medicine.

A reckless and primitive, vibrant scene.

It is completely different from the scene of high-rise buildings everywhere and highways and railways running through Xianmen, which is very novel.

"There are many students who like to travel to the small world during their vacations, but they didn't understand it before, and they felt that they were taking a lot of unnecessary and small risks out of thin air."

"Now I'm a little envious, I can see different scenery of different interfaces and feel different cultural customs."

Jiang Ding sighed.

Hiding his body, avoiding the clouds, and flying at the flight speed of the quasi-golden pill for several days, the concentration of aura gradually decreased, and finally saw a familiar scene.

A majestic mountain range appears in the distance, with forests and undulating heights, spanning several states.

Dongling Mountain!

Jiang Ding's retreat stopped in an ordinary mountain forest, and his eyes were in a trance.

More than ten years ago,

A sixteen-year-old high school student is vividly reminded of the scene of falling from the sky and rolling into a ball, breaking many branches and digging many small holes here.

Time flies.

Now, all traces are gone.

"Wait until you go back, get something that confuses cause and effect and confuses the heavens, it's okay to be more expensive."

Jiang Ding said lightly and left here.

Destruction is easier than restoration, and much easier.

Once cleared like this, in a few hundred years, it will be impossible for the Avatar Cultivator to come and cast the Heavenly Magic Spell to restore what happened on a certain day hundreds of years ago.

Invisible light flies by.

The ruined temple that first met Han Lin and Gong Caiyu has disappeared, covered by a field of wild grass and trees, and there is not even a single brick and stone tile.

Except for the old man in his forties and fifties, no one remembers that there was once a temple here, and incense was filled with incense.

In a few decades, it will only exist in the memory of a few people.

Then, the last trace of it will completely disappear from this world.

"The deceased is like a ......"

The light stopped in the sky above Donglingfu City, at the corner of the rotten board street.

The former grocery store has been demolished by Chen Chen, the general of Hou Tang Wang in Zhendong.

A new mansion was built on the spot, golden and splendid, the stone lion at the door was mighty and intimidating, and there were many internal qi realm warriors standing at the door, not daring to relax in the slightest.

The pie is comparable to the princes and nobles.

Huangfu.

This is the word on the plaque of the gate.

"Is that him?"

Jiang Ding was surprised.

In the main house, sandalwood is curling, the head of the family is taking a nap, and the most favored concubine Yao is serving outside the door with her maid and servant, waiting for a possible summons.

"Your father is amazing, many years ago, he met an immortal and had to teach him divine skills, so as to earn such a big family business as our Huang family......"

Yao whispered to his son in his arms, his eyebrows fluttering, and he was honored.

"Mother, what does an immortal look like?"

Two or three-year-old boys opened their eyes wide.

"This mother knows, your father said that the immortals are standing in the clouds, wearing cyan fairy robes, handsome and abnormal, but if mortals don't have a chance, they can't see it, and your father only sees it when he has a chance......"

soft bed,

A short, fat middle-aged man had been sleeping soundly for a long time and somehow woke up.

His temples bulged high, and he was actually a perfect cultivation of internal qi, which was enough to be called a top master in the area of Dongling Mansion.

"I don't want to be yellow, and I have today."

Huang Deyou glanced around, his eyes were in a trance, as if he was in a dream, he woke up for a long time, and sighed: "It's a pity that those immortals refuse to take me into the fairy mountain, saying that fate is over, of course, it would be good if I could get a little more blue eyes from the owner......"

"Maybe, I can have the same fairy fate as Han Xiaozi."

Turn over and go back to sleep.

"This guy is lucky."

In the sky, Jiang Ding suddenly realized.

This is someone who wants to tie up Jin Lingshan, but he can't see anyone, so he can only start from the people around him.

But helplessly, there is no one around, and I can't find it.

There is really no one left, and finding Huang Deyou, a person who is a little bit touched, has given some benefits, wanting to attract a trace of attention from the Lord of Jinling Mountain.

You don't need anything, just get a little attention and you can pay for it a thousand times.

The left and right are just some mundane internal qi realm elixirs.

In the end, it turned out that it was useless, and the target person didn't even go out.

Huang had good luck and was not angry, so he got a big opportunity, and he also had some communication with Han Lin, who returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors.

The divine consciousness swept through the Seven Xuanmen again.

The mountain gate that was burned down in the past reappeared, and the disciples from all over the country were gathered again, and the Seven Xuanmen had been existing in this land of Yue as if it had been in the past thousand years.

The testament of the Zhongxing patriarch.

As long as the Seven Feather Sect is there, it will not perish.

The death of some mortal heads and elders will not affect anything.

In addition to these, there is nothing to know about this city, and in just a dozen years, it has experienced many wars, and it has long been a matter of people.

"That's it."

Jiang Ding left here without hesitation.

Flying for several hours, passing through Chizhou, Yuezhou, without the idea of entering Yuejing, flew straight in the direction of Jindao Mountain, and arrived nearby.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding's divine sense scanned by, stopped, and frowned.

"Foundation Realm Immortal Cultivator!"

"Twenty-one, a clever quasi-third-order concealment formation has been arranged, as well as other attack formations."

"Such people and specifications come to ambush me."

"Is there a special over-spec detection method, or what?"

His expression was faint, and in the depths of his eyes, wisps of killing intent emerged.

Sword intent induction, within a radius of ten kilometers, there is no Jindan creature.

Slightly start the Aerospace Fighter.

Everything was normal, the third-order spirit child radar wave swept covertly, and there was no abnormality within a radius of a hundred miles.

"The enemy's concealment is beyond the limits of my detection?"

"Or is the enemy bluffing, in fact, just that?"

"Run away immediately?"

In Jiang Ding's heart, one thought after another emerged.

……

On the Golden Knife Mountain.

In the quasi-third-order concealed formation, the twenty-one foundation building monks each sat cross-legged on a formation foundation, closed their eyes to cultivate, and walked around from time to time for a walk or two.

"Senior Brother Yu, we've been here for almost seven years, how long will we have to wait?"

A sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked early foundation building monk was anxious and asked an old man in the center of the formation who was hiding in the shadows.

"The ancestor said, wait for another fifteen years."

The shadow old man didn't lift his eyelids.

"After many speculations and analyses in the Shadowless Palace, after the innate sword body cultivation has broken through, he wants to return to his hometown, and the most likely place to come is here."

"Husband, don't walk at night in brocade clothes!"

"This is a human weakness that no one can escape, let alone a young man who is less than thirty years old, even I, and even the ancestor can't help it many times."

"Many of the world's heroes can't help it."

"Here, he once used to be one of the sons in law who used the innate peak to behead me and transform my blood into a vein to practice qi, although I didn't see it, but at that time, he must have experienced an unimaginable bloody battle of life and death, and won with difficulty."

"One of the most glorious things in my life!"

"After cultivating for the Great Advancement, there is a great possibility that I will come to pay my respects."

(End of chapter)