Buzhou Mountain has never been a simple mountain.

That's synonymous with a world.

Eternally standing in the world, countless human beings live in it, walking on the ground, and they don't feel parallel to the sky at all.

It is as if the people living in another world look up and see the same sky as everyone else.

This world is very large, and the space is stable, and without other help, only the monks who open the Heavenly Gate can fly directly from Buzhou Mountain.

In the same way, it is also an extremely difficult step to enter Buzhou Mountain.

Looking at the darkness that gradually covered the field of vision, when the sudden arrival of light arrived, a world completely different from the previous barren land was reflected in front of the eyes of the Qinglian incarnation.

"Not around the mountains, the top of the sky."

……

"Top of the Sky ......"

In the depths of the vast sky, Zhang Qing's location has long been extinct, and only the infinite wind is wanton in the sky.

In this heavy wind, there is no shortage of all kinds of high-level resources, but Zhang Qing has no intention of exploring the sea of clouds at the moment.

After flying for half a year, I once again came to the place where yin and yang meet, this void and thirty-three days of gaps, there is no change, the red black sky, the earth.

This time, Zhang Qing did not fly into the air, but stood on the mirrored ground below, feeling the cold air coming from under his feet.

He flew in one direction for nearly a million miles, and he never saw a living thing, and in the place where yin and yang meet, everyone who appeared was unusual, but it also led to a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, and it was difficult to see the same kind.

This place does not belong to any practitioner.

Finding a random place, Zhang Qing submerged into the mirrored earth below, and the speed of cold erosion was very fast, and he could only quickly submerge into a mirror image of himself.

Zhang Qing disappeared at the intersection of yin and yang, and fell into an unknown corner of the world, but the strange thing is that in the mirrored earth, countless mirror images of Zhang Qing did not disappear with it.

It wasn't until a few breaths later that countless mirrors began to slowly drift away.

……

Bang!

The thunder tore through the night, illuminating the strange set of torture crosses in the sky, but the chains on it rubbed against each other, and there was no prisoner.

The wind and the rain were the most loyal followers of the thunder, and they fell to the earth with a clatter, and the fallen trees bowed down to the sky without any regard for their own solitary arrogance.

Zhang Qing walked on the muddy mountain road, and the muddy water rushing down the sides of his boots rushed to the cliff without hesitation.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Qing appeared in a temple.

After nodding slightly towards the three-headed and six-armed sculpture, Zhang Qing found a place to sit down.

The storage ring can't be used, but fortunately, he doesn't need a storage ring, and there are still a lot of dragon seed flesh and blood stored in the purple gold bowl, which are all the accumulation of hundreds of years of suppression on the bottom of the sea, and he took out part of it at this moment.

He looked outside the temple gate, and after retracting his gaze, the dragon meat already exuded a rich meaty aroma.

At this moment, he was still worried about his image, and when he turned his hand, a small amount of void matter condensed into a metal dagger, the strength was no less than that of a third-order magic weapon, and because of the condensation of void matter, it was sharp enough to easily tear dragon flesh.

The smell of meat was overflowing, and Zhang Qing was also comfortable in this chaotic natural disaster.

It's just that a group of uninvited guests who have long been in his divine perception have destroyed this natural tranquility.

Bang!

The door was pushed open, and more than ten people broke into the temple, and they were stunned the moment they saw Zhang Qing, and then carefully chose another position to sit in a circle.

Zhang Qing glanced at these people, with some curiosity in his eyes.

He had never seen this kind of creature, and it seemed to be a little different from the demons, but he was not sure, after all, even if it was the emperor among the demons, I am afraid that he did not know how many strange species there were among the demons.

The direction of his suspicion was because the other party did not grasp the demonic energy.

"It's cold, what the hell."

A group of fifteen people, thirteen of them all wearing leather armor, led by a man and a woman with pale faces, seemed to be the leader of the group.

"Childe, there are still three days to go, but this rain, I'm afraid it won't stop in a day or two."

"The food of the spirit is long gone......

As he spoke, a leather-armored young man couldn't help but look at Zhang Qing, they had never smelled that kind of fragrance before.

"That meat is unusual, don't bother." The woman in the crowd, who was like a bright flower, glanced at Zhang Qing.

"If you can walk alone at this time, don't provoke easily."

"There's nothing you can't provoke, although it doesn't look easy to mess with, but it's a meaty batch." A voice quietly sounded, silenting the crowd.

"I think that meat is very good for us."

"Rob?!"

Someone quietly approached this side and pulled out a long knife directly from his waist, with blood-colored lines on it like a living thing.

The blood-colored sword qi slashed dazzlingly in the darkness, but it dissipated in the air without even having the qualifications to blow the hair around Zhang Qing's ears.

He turned his gaze and locked on to the one on the other side who had provoked the others to make a move.

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"By the way, don't you think there's one more person in your team?"

"What do you mean?"

The man and woman at the head frowned and looked around, "There are no fewer people." ”

"He's talking about one more." The woman next to her directly pulled out a long knife and stayed away from everyone nearby.

"Big brother, think about it again, how many people were there when we came out."

"Fifteen, fifteen for sure." The man pulled out an iron token from his waist with two numbers engraved on it.

"Fifteen, indeed." The woman relaxed slightly, but looked at Zhang Qing, "What do you mean?" ”

Zhang Qing was a little curious, what kind of demon is this?

"Is this man alive or dead in your eyes?" He pointed to one of the young men in leather armor, and the crowd looked at him.

No one will not listen to Zhang Qing, in his words, he carries the power of the immortal pattern [Yi], and he can easily provoke the behavior and actions of this group of people whose strength is around the ninth level of Qi training.

Fourteen pairs of eyes looked over, only to find that the young man in leather armor had a muddy and rotten aura different from theirs, and even bloodstains, which could not be washed away even by the heavy rain outside.

"Name!"

The young man suddenly shouted angrily.

"Chu Zhenyuan."

"Age!"

"Twenty-six."

"When will it be born!"

"The first year of the Qianmin, October 19."

"Kill it!" The young man shouted violently, and at the same time retreated backwards, and the blades of the twelve long knives around him slashed and fell, and each of them had blood-colored lines spreading on their bodies.

This scene made Zhang Qing's eyes squint slightly, as a Tianmen Realm monk, his memory was never blurred, and even everything was extremely clear.

These blood-colored lines were familiar to him.

Once when he was in Yun Mengze, the first body cultivator Yun Tianhe he controlled, was similar to these people, using the blood of demons to turn into totems on his body, so as to strengthen his physique.

"Hehehehe, you guys, you guys, really follow the orders of the master's family without hesitation, sure enough, there is a problem with that birthday."

The leather-armored youth turned into dozens of pieces under the chopping of the twelve long knives, but he was not completely dead, those two eyes stared at the people around him, and then looked at Zhang Qing, to be precise, the dragon meat in his hand.

The eye socket burst, and a blood-colored stick insect crawled out, but its voice was still the voice of a leather-armored youth.

"Housheng, tell me what kind of meat it is, what kind of meat it is!!"

In the end, its voice became hoarse, and in this screaming roar, it tried to rush towards Zhang Qing, and jumped around the moment it encountered the blade in the middle, easily dodging all attacks.

Zhang Qing didn't even glance at this little thing, now he probably figured out the other party's heels, a xenomorph with a trace of silk dragon blood.

An invisible force easily suppressed it, and in the silent temple, there was only the sound of Zhang Qing devouring flesh and blood.

It wasn't until he had eaten and drunk enough that Zhang Qing got up and planned to leave the temple.

It was still stormy outside, but Zhang Qing didn't care about this celestial phenomenon.

Standing at the door of the temple and nodding to the three-headed and six-armed sculpture, Zhang Qing walked down the mountain road.

Looking at the other party's movements, everyone in the temple and the blood-colored stick insect that rushed madly towards the keel finally remembered what this place was, and their eyes noticed the three-headed and six-armed statue.

"He was communicating with this guy just now, right?"

"It should be ......"

"Or, run?"

The footsteps overlapped, but none of them ran out, and the three-headed and six-armed sculpture also became hideous and weird at this moment, and the heads on the left and right sides opened their bloody mouths, and everyone and the xenomorph involuntarily submerged into the sculpture's mouth.

The sound of chewing kept ringing, and it seemed a little noisy in Zhang Qing's ears, and he turned his head to meet the head in the middle of the temple.

"If you want to die, I don't mind fulfilling you."

Between the words, more than a dozen surrounding peaks were distorted at this moment, while the peak where the temple was located was sinking.

The three-headed and six-armed sculpture finally became frightened, and began to beg for mercy in a roar, but Zhang Qing ignored it.

After a few moments, the mountain range had changed, and there was one less mountain that had been suppressed underground, and if there was no coincidence, I am afraid that the temple would never see the light of day again.

Zhang Qing didn't kill that thing, because he felt that behind the sculpture, there was something more connected, which seemed to be the origin of this world.

That's right, with a delicate heart, in that short period of time, he has already gotten enough news from the memories and traces of this heaven and earth.

The place where he is currently is still in the human world, but it is not any place in the Four Great Continents.

This is a unique small world, and the space is blocked by some terrible force, so Zhang Qing can't even open the storage ring.

After contacting the three-headed and six-armed sculpture, Zhang Qing probably understood the truth of many things.

This matter may also involve the history of mankind mentioned in the Eighth Elemental Oracle.

After the Golden Age, human beings gave birth to immortals and began to slaughter all races with revenge, but, did they kill them all?

Could it be that some ethnic groups fled from the Four Great Continents and hid themselves in the secret realm of nothingness.