Looking at the armor in front of him, Zhang Qing also looked puzzled.

He reached out and touched it, and his palm passed directly through it, without any touch.

"This seems to be the stuff of those heavenly soldiers." Zhang Qing looked up at the sky, and there were many crimson heavenly soldiers above the clouds, and the armor on his body was majestic.

Those armors were very similar to what Zhang Qing was in front of him at the moment.

Gradually, Zhang Qing watched as the armor in front of him became more and more condensed, and in the sky, hundreds of millions of heavenly soldiers seemed to be blurring.

The golden glow shone, the Yunshan monarchs roamed between the sea of clouds, and the heavenly soldiers disappeared little by little, replaced by a glorious palace that appeared at the end of the cloud world.

Each palace is perched on top of a mountain, covered in dazzling golden light, incomparably solid.

"Asgard!" Someone's pupils shook, and he remembered words from some ancient account.

In the thirty-three days, all the palaces belonged to the real immortals, and as for the immortals, they were not qualified to build immortal palaces.

In front of the palace, there are thousands of fairies dancing with their sleeves, rolling in the sea of clouds, surrounded by auspicious beasts.

In the palace, the giant waved his long soldiers, and every move had a true meaning, which caused countless people around to applaud loudly.

There are also palaces, where green smoke curls and colorful bursts from it, creating huge artifacts out of thin air.

Thousands of palaces appeared in the sky, as if they were lined up on both sides of the road, revealing the prosperity of the past thirty-three days.

Each scene is a fragment of the thirty-three days, which is the appearance of the immortals at ease, and the immortals who live on the clouds.

It was a picture that countless people yearn for, and it is now being resurfaced by the way that the palaces use their memories.

And all this is for the end of the void, the immortal palace that no one can see clearly appears in front of everyone.

"Ling Xiao ......" someone has a low voice, there are many immortal palaces in the thirty-three days, which can be said to be endless, but there is only one most important, and that is Ling Xiao.

The Xuanwu gods have been walking in the world for countless years, and at this moment they are finally about to be revealed in front of the world?

Some people saw the clear glass, some people saw the brilliant fairy gold, some people saw the fragments of the sun and the moon, and some people saw the murals of the gods and gods......

No one can see the whole picture of Ling Xiao, they can only see the tip of the iceberg that Ling Xiao is willing to let them see.

What Zhang Qing saw was a piece of blue crystal, which seemed to be pregnant with unimaginable treasures in the world.

Other than that, he saw something, something that was similar to a piece of material in his body, and it seemed that the two could fit together.

It was a broken plaque, covered in dust, and completely opposite to the surrounding splendor of Asgard, and it seemed that it should not appear in the name of Thirty-Three Days.

Strands of gold float on it, forming a meaning that anyone can understand at a glance.

- Ling Xiao

"Lingxiao Palace, the rumored center of the Thirty-Three Days Immortal Court to deal with the affairs of the Ten Thousand Worlds, the immortals in charge of the Lingxiao Hall are the co-masters of the immortals, Buddhas, demons and demons in the world."

"Every word there can decide the fate of countless living beings, and even reverse life and death."

"There are traces in heaven and earth, and the life of living beings will leave traces between heaven and earth, Ling Xiao, you can find all these traces, whether it is a mortal or an immortal, you can't hide Ling Xiao's trace."

"As long as you can be in it, you can do anything."

Yilan Jun didn't know when he appeared next to Zhang Qing, his eyes narrowing slightly at the void in front of him.

She couldn't see the armor, but she could sense that something was converging around her.

It was the only time in more than a year that she had shown an interested gaze.

Zhang Qing's eyes stared at the broken Ling Xiao plaque, among the countless illusory palaces, only the dusty plaque was real.

That plaque is also the reason why the Xuanwu gods have been able to live to the present day with a shell.

The Xuanwu gods carried it on their backs, as if they were looking for a home, and a ruin buried Ling Xiao to declare that the past thirty-three days had become history completely.

The dust attached to Ling Xiao is not some obscurant dust, but represents the past.

Heaven and earth, Yin Si Earth, West Heavenly Buddha, endless demons, they are all waiting, waiting for the last afterglow of these thirty-three days to disappear, and at that time, the big stage of the world will belong to them.

Inexplicably, Zhang Qing looked at the armor in front of him, and couldn't help but feel lonely in his heart.

The thirty-three days of the past, how majestic, vast, and powerful, now they will completely dissipate.

What happened to the Immortals, and how many things in this world were not known to cultivators like them?

The glory is no more, everything is like a dream bubble, and the Nine Heavens Palace can only exist in memory after all.

Zhang Qing saw that there were fewer and fewer heavenly soldiers and generals in the sky, and those immortal palaces were still emitting brilliant and loud fairy music, as if they didn't know anything about the outside world.

The earth rolled, the Great Wall of Bronze reappeared in the sky, and the ninth, no longer needed to cover itself.

With the exposure, there was also a figure in the depths of the majestic high Divine Palace, and the earth immortal looked at the immortal palace above his head and made a move.

No one stopped him, the heavenly soldiers and generals in the sky and clouds had completely disappeared with the wind, and even the endless sea of clouds was faintly unstable, and the snow-white 'ground' woven by the monarchs of the clouds and mountains was falling.

"The prosperity is no more, and the heroes are twilight."

"They turned into the wind and ended at the end of the sea."

"Immortals, they won't die, they are still waiting for the final battle."

"Hundreds of millions of mountains and seas, scattered by white winds."

"I've come, to see the splendor of the world, to see the mountains and flowers and the sea laughing."

A snow-white figure walked out of the end of the void little by little, he was elegant and graceful, warm as jade.

It's just that there is an extra pair of untimely crystal antlers on his head.

"The light and shadow are dappled, and the city is full of flowers."

"The heart is vast, there is only a candle to light up the thoughts of the past, a scroll, depicting the chapters of the years."

"When a butterfly stirs its wings, it is the persistence of the storm."

"I'm waiting to see this group of immortals fall."

The ethereal voice of the fairy gradually condensed, and between the heavens and the earth, the boundless snow-white flowers were sprinkled, and he stood at the end of the sea of flowers, overlooking the infinite world.

"My name is Yat-sen."

"You can call me the name of the immortal, crisscross the four seas and eight wildernesses, travel nine days and ten places, and go anywhere!"

A transparent white deer ran worry-free in the sky, and even the hundreds of thousands of Yunshan Jun were actually driven away.

The atmosphere is majestic, and at this moment, everything in this fragmented world seems to be suppressed.