East China Sea.

It is rumored that there is an immortal mountain in the East China Sea, and Gu Xiao has been there, but there are only some Japanese people on the island.

Maybe Penglai is at the end of the world, and Penglai Immortal Mountain is in the storm at the end.

Gu Xiao saw danger back then, so he returned to Shenzhou, and as his cultivation became stronger over the years, Gu Xiao wanted to explore it again.

"Anyway, I don't have a few years to live, why will I stay if I don't fight?"

Gu Xiao thought to herself.

With that, he sailed out into the open sea.

The whole world is the whole picture of the world, which both the ancients and he understood.

What is even more curious is what exists at the end of the round earth?

Is it an infinite void, or is it a formation enchantment?

Shenzhou is the center of the world, and beyond the land becomes more and more barren, followed by islands, and then the vast sea.

Gu Xiao kept walking east, during which he encountered storms and tsunamis, the ship was overturned, and he was stranded in the vast sea.

The Great Perfection of Turtle Breath Gong can even be kept without breathing, maintaining vital signs all the time, and reducing consumption in a dead and silent way.

About half a year later.

Gu Xiao's head touched a hard object, it seemed to be land, and when he opened his eyes, there was a cold and snowy land in front of him, and the goose feathers and snow seemed to never stop, and it kept falling.

And the place where his head touches is not land, but the bottom of a ship.

An old man and a young man looked at him in horror and almost knelt down and kowtowed.

The appearance of these people is also very different from that of the Central Plains, with pale skin, visible blue blood vessels, high noses and deep eyes, red hair and big eyes, and they look like evil ghosts in mythology.

Could it be the Hu people? However, this person's appearance is very different from Hu Ren, Hu Ren's nose is not so high, and he does not have such white skin.

Bang Bang Bang!

Gu Xiao jumped up suddenly, shook off the ice on his body, and jumped onto the boat at once.

"Where is this?"

Gu Xiao asked.

I saw the other party kneeling down, muttering and not knowing what to say.

After that, Gu Xiao lived in the land of ice and snow.

It took about three months to change from the original gesturing to simple language communication, and Gu Xiao finally understood what this place was.

After that, he traveled in this far-north country for half a year.

The name of this country is Rakshasa and the Rakshasa country has five million people.

There are about 18,000 nobles, and the rest are all slaves, this country is desperate for military force, and the emperor is even more strong in martial arts, cultivating a thousand-year-old ice spirit Dao, and as soon as he makes a move, the snow is flying, freezing people into statues.

"I'm afraid it's not the cultivation of a great grandmaster." Gu Xiao thought to herself.

In front of it is a huge square, and in the center of the square is a statue of an emperor with short hair and a thin sword, about 100 meters high, which is simply a miracle.

This is the Ice Emperor of the Rakshasa Kingdom, who once single-handedly challenged the king of 3,000 armies.

In the Central Plains, only the great masters have this kind of cultivation.

Gu Xiao didn't mean to compete.

At his level, it is almost impossible to break through through a life-and-death duel, unless it is a higher dimensional being, fighting himself with incredible means, and he has learned something from it.

But this is very unlikely.

Gu Xiao left this country.

"Rakshasa Country...... The land is vast, no less than that of China, most of it is extremely cold and frozen soil, the population is sparse, and it is about 10,000 to 13,000 miles away from Shenzhou in two-thirds of the winter of the year. They are like beasts, and they cannot be dealt with in a human way! ”

Gu Xiao knew that he had drifted to the Northland, so he continued to set off to the east.

I don't know how long it took, the ragged Gu Xiao encountered the storm again.

He understood that he had come to the end of the world.

"Haha! I want to see what's going on with you! ”

Wow!

Gu Xiao rose into the air, and a pair of pitch-black wings appeared behind him.

Boom boom!

Facing the thunder, Gu Xiao was indomitable, his momentum continued to rise, and the pitch-black demonic energy even dyed the sky blood-red.

He had already touched the limit of the human body, and the blood veins in his body were faintly glowing, causing the whole person to glow.

Suddenly, clouds appeared in the sky and revealed a corner of the palace.

It was a bronze palace with a mottled patina, and the relief carvings outside the palace were carved with images, faintly similar to the martial arts in the world.

Although the exercises are exquisite, they are not too profound for the Great Grandmaster, but the images on the walls of the palace are so powerful, what is the situation in the palace?

Soon, the palace was fully revealed, and the door of the black hole was opened, and although it was not clear inside, it seemed that there was an infinite temptation waiting for him, and the door to the new world was about to open.

"Is this the Shattered Void?" Gu Xiao muttered to herself, her eyes gradually confused.

In the end, I made up my mind.

"Take a look, just take a look at the door from a distance, tell Zhenjun what you remember, and let him crack this place."

With all her thoughts in mind, Gu Xiao found that she had come to the palace.

Rumble!

The bronze gate closes.

Gu Xiao never appeared again, and was known as the Broken Void.

Qinling, an old man buries the last old friend.

The peach blossom forest is still bright, and he is the only one left of the seven people who played the piano on the mountain back then.

He leaned against the peach blossom tree, his eyes reminiscing.

The last time Sun Simiao died, Xiang Youxian appeared in front of everyone for the first and last time.

Sun Simiao is lucky, he has achieved immortality to some extent, where there are people, there is the legend of Lao Sun.

And Xiang Youxian, who is in his nineties, is also about to reach the end of his life.

At this time, two young men dressed as hunters went up the hill and saw that there were houses in the place, so they came and saluted.

"Uncle, can you pick a peach to eat?"

"Take whatever." Waving his hand at will, the two picked two peaches.

"Come, have a drink with the old man."

Xiang Youxian threw the wine jug over, the two glanced at each other, and said with a smile: "The elder gives, don't dare to resign." ”

An old man and two young drank in silence.

"Living in seclusion in the mountains, my husband must also be a big man, can you tell me your name? In the Fallen Horse Villa Gaoming, this is the younger brother Gundam. ”

"You want to hear it?"

"Yes!"

Xiang Youxian was interested and said, "Okay, the story starts with the Seven Immortals of Qinling......

A melodious and cheerful getaway was played.

At the end of the song, the people scattered, the seven immortals of the Qinling Mountains, and the last one passed away.

The two brothers admired this person, and they would bury Youxian without taking a penny.

"What a strange person, is Xu Zhenjun still in the world?"

"As a Daomen god, he must be there."

"That getaway is good, don't let the Divine Comedy be lost."

……

History is like a long river, flowing to the east all the time, flowing to the heroes and beauties, and all kinds of legends have lost their color; Memories that seemed eternal became blurred, and things that were previously eternal became less real.

Whether the legend is true or not, no one knows for a long time.

The Daomen Heavenly God has not appeared for decades, some people say that he has died of old age, and some people say that Xu Xuan died of serious injuries after the battle, but the Daomen does not make a public announcement for the sake of stability, and there are also emerging powerhouses who want to challenge this legendary master.

Another genius has emerged, but under the framework of the Daomen, it no longer supports secular forces and carries out the so-called struggle for world domination.

Instead, they have moved into the circle of "rivers and lakes" that ordinary people can't understand, and no matter how fierce the struggle between the rivers and lakes is, most of them have nothing to do with ordinary people.

The new generation is born and grows up, and the previous generation grows and grows old.

The former Shenxiu, Jingmingan, Tang Ming, and the holy monks have dissipated in people's memory, and few people remember the famous people in the past.

Except for Tang Ming, no one else is qualified to go to the history books, unless they are people who are particularly knowledgeable, basically no one knows about them.

After decades of operation, the desert and Goguryeo were incorporated into the territory, and their masters were either killed or fled, changing from a secular regime to a sect that occupied mountains and rivers.

The battle between the two sides continues, and that's another epic.

Xu Xuan is gone, and time does not stop passing because of this, but runs as always.

Kou Zhen also became a gray-haired old man, and in the later years of his life, he also handed over the power to Li Chunfeng, and he retired at home.

Everything in the world is changing, except the sky, the earth, the sun, the moon, and the stars...... and the gods.

Gui County, Python River.

The old man wore a hat and held a bamboo raft, his clothes were slightly wet from the rain and dew in the early morning, and the water surface was covered with cold mist, and there was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy behind the old man.

The boy seemed to come out for the first time, and he looked around excitedly, looked at the hill in front of him, and said, "Grandpa, is this Python Mountain?" Why don't you have a snake? ”

"You live a good life now, when my grandfather used to fish, I saw snakes every day."

"Then why did it suddenly disappear now?"

The old man's eyes were full of remembrance, and he said, "Speaking of this, it has to go back to forty years ago......

"At that time, my grandfather was as young as Ling, a handsome descendant from ten miles and eight towns, and there was a fairy who wanted to take my boat ......"

"How does Grandpa know it's an immortal?"

"Don't interrupt...... Grandpa, I saw with my own eyes that the fairy turned stones into gold, this matter can't be wrong, since the fairy came to Python Mountain, the poisonous snake of Python Mountain has disappeared since then...... Uh, that ......"

"Disappearing ......"

"Yes, yes, the fairy rewarded grandpa with fifty taels of gold, grandpa used money to buy a field property, married a daughter-in-law, that year the wind and waves were so big, as the so-called wind and waves are bigger, the more fish, I slapped the table at the time, decided to do a big ......"

"And then make a fortune...... Grandpa, you've said it dozens of times, what do the gods look like? ”

"The Immortal ......"

The grandson suddenly interrupted and said, "Is the fairy wearing a white robe?" Long hair is loose? The face is white and beardless, like a fairy in a painting? ”

"Yes, yes, how do you know?"

"There!"

Following his grandson's gaze, the old man froze.

(End of chapter)