The spiritual realm is so big that it can fit in a few immortal cultivation worlds.

Zhao Yi raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and the place where he saw was a vast and vast fertile land.

The only fly in the ointment is that the surroundings are densely packed with undead creatures.

If they were all skeletons, it wouldn't matter, what made Zhao Yi most uncomfortable was a large area of lichs and zombies.

The smell of the lich was dry and smelly, and it was barely bearable when standing upwind.

Zhao Yi can't stand the zombie.

The stench of decay permeating zombies is worse than the swamp gas from toilets.

When Zhao Yi just came out of the space passage, he was almost overturned by the oncoming stench.

On the other side of the undead is the stench of livestock.

Zhao Yi turned around, and then saw the animals that could not be seen at a glance.

Wrong.

It should be called a half-orc.

There are many old friends of Zhao Yi in it, such as lizardmen, mammoths, and many golden Beamons who are covered in gold.

These half-orcs occupy a small part of the livestock area, and the rest are more that Zhao Yi has not seen before, such as werewolves, snake people, gorillas, and lion people with very domineering beast heads and human bodies.

The stinking smell of these orcs converged, and Zhao Yi was almost suffocated by the smoke.

"This is the spirit world?"

Zhao Yi covered his nose, and his face turned black for a while.

Zhao Yi felt the suffocating stench in the air, and suddenly felt a burst of despair in his heart.

"No one told me that the spirit world is a big!"

When Zhao Yi was slandering in his heart, an earth-shattering voice sounded.

"The Sage of the Time?"

Hearing this voice, Zhao Yi immediately recognized it.

This is the gold of the people of Beamon.

The Golden Beamons speak in a simple tone, and it's easy to guess what they're saying.

Zhao Yi turned his head and looked at the area where the Golden Beamon clan was located.

The head of the gold Beamon is talking.

"Where's my brother, Crown Prince Carters?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yi raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that the previous golden Beamon was still a crown prince.

Zhao Yi's heart moved, and he looked behind Huang Jinbimeng.

Really.

It is true that there is less gold than the golden hair, and the vast majority of the Bimon hair color is gray and black.

The golden-haired golden Beamon should be royal.

"It's doing well, and I'm going to reunite with it."

Zhao Yi's divine soul can connect to the small world, and it is easy to see the current situation of that golden Beamon.

Gold Beamon is mining right now.

After absorbing the chaotic qi around it, the small world gave birth to many precious mines.

The ancestors of the Zhao family are all characters who can't move their legs when they pick up treasures.

After the thunderstorm was over, they began to sweep through the small world.

The spirit fruit elixir that could be taken away, as long as it was seen by them, there was not a single one left for Zhao Yi.

The spirit vein vein can't be dug away, they were in a hurry, but there was no way.

However, as Zhao Yi put the gold Beamon in, there was mining immediately.

Gold is very powerful and mining is very efficient, but it is a little unskilled.

If no one is watching, they will often dig some worthless cheap mines.

Even so, the efficiency of Gold Beamon is still extremely high.

The only fly in the ointment is that there are too many ancestors of the Zhao family, and there is too little gold than Meng.

The gold is almost tired and vomiting blood, and the ore dug up is still not enough for those ancestors.

Gaozu "Zhao Xuan" has been asking Zhao Yi to grab more gold than Meng into it, and he is going to dig a little more ore to make an artifact.

Zhao Yi had been ignoring those ancestors before.

Because Golden Beamon is not a cabbage, I really thought I could meet it anywhere.

Who knows how it turned out.

Zhao Yi had just arrived in the spirit world, and he really bumped into the golden Beamon.

Zhao Yi straightened his waist, crossed his waist with one hand, and pointed in the direction of Jin Bimeng with the other.

Although it was not as big as the opponent's fingernails, Zhao Yi roared out the pride of a giant.

"You, you, and you!"

Zhao Yi was still counting at first, but in the end he found that the number of people in the Golden Bimeng clan was too large to be counted at all, so he simply waved his hand.

"I declare, all of you are surrounded by me!"

"If you know each other, follow me to mine immediately, otherwise it will be too late for me to make a move."

"Don't be unpredictable!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a dead silence in heaven and earth.

Even the werewolves, who had been restless, were like a hairy dog at this time, lying on the ground meekly, not daring to make the slightest movement.

lest they annoy the Golden Beamon clan and suffer unnecessary and unwarranted disasters.

On the side of the undead creatures, the necromancers who originally wanted to step forward to greet the Sage of Time all stood up one by one and looked at Zhao Yi like crazy people.

Golden Beamon is the royal family of the half-orc world.

Even in the small world of 3,000 people, Golden Beamon is still a well-known race.

Gold has been spanning the 3,000 small world for more than 100,000 years, and no one has ever dared to let them mine!

The necromancer is an ally of the orc world, so he finally invited a few golden beamons to welcome the return of the sage of time.

As a result, I didn't expect that the Sage of Time did come back, but as soon as he came up, he offended the Golden Beamon clan to death.

The necromancers glanced at each other, then silently retreated behind the undead creatures.

The Golden Beamon clan is about to erupt.

They had to be careful, so they didn't have to splash their own blood.

Roar!

Really.

After hearing Zhao Yi's words, Golden Beamon blew up directly.

All of Beamon roared together, and the loud wave directly shook most of the orcs to death.

The remaining orcs could no longer care about the order, and in the face of the terrifying death threat, one by one fled in all directions in terror.

In the blink of an eye, at least a hundred thousand orcs died in the stampede.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi once again verified his guess.

The three thousand small worlds are really in chaos.

Even if they are the same race in the orc world, Golden Beamon can't look down on those weak orcs.

Big fish eat little fish.

Different from the social order of the world of cultivating immortals, the practice of the three thousand small worlds is completely the law of the jungle.

Survival of the fittest, not suitable for elimination.

"I love this place."

Zhao Yi looked at the half-orcs who were getting closer and closer, and there was a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

Mess up.

The more chaotic, the better.

Zhao Yi didn't come to the spirit world this time as a guest.

He wants to completely muddy the waters of the spiritual realm and turn the three thousand small worlds upside down.

In this way, the Immortal Cultivation Realm will have enough time to develop.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yi waved his hand, and more than 100,000 Zhao ancestors appeared in the spirit world.

The ancestors of the Zhao family came out of the small world, looked at the unfamiliar environment, and suddenly became curious.

"This is the spirit world?"

"It stinks! Don't the animals bathe? ”

"Hey, this is war?"

"Why are those orcs attacking each other, aren't they of the same kind?"

"Golden Beamon! There are a lot of gold Beamon, and now there is mining! ”

"! These golds are better than Meng, and the ninth order retreats! ”

"Oops, my thunderstorm is here!"

"My Thunderstorm has also arrived!"

"With so many people crossing the catastrophe at the same time, won't something happen?"

Zhao Yi heard the exclamations of the ancestors and looked up at the sky.

The originally clear sky immediately turned into a terrifying dead lead gray at the moment when the ancestors of the Zhao clan appeared.

", run!"

Zhao Yi's face changed, and he didn't have time to react, so he fled directly.

In the past two days, I have been struck by lightning.

Finally relaxed, Zhao Yi didn't want to go through the catastrophe with these ancestors.

From a distance, Zhao Yi glanced back.

Under the clouds, hundreds of thousands of Zhao ancestors sat cross-legged.

They didn't care about catching the gold Beamon, and they were all seizing the time to breathe.

Orcs are the most sensitive to changes in heaven and earth.

They were still on the run when the clouds first appeared, but by the time the clouds were formed, no one dared to run.

Even those tall golden beamons were all curled up on the ground and shivering at this time.

The only things that are normal are the undead.

They have no feelings, they don't know how to be afraid.

One by one, they stood in a daze, looking like wooden stakes from a distance.

The necromancers have long since run as far as they can.

As for their mission to welcome the return of the Sages of Time?

The task is nothing compared to their safety.

Necromancers are so realistic!

Zhao Yi fled for hundreds of kilometers before stopping.

In the distance, the sky was completely shrouded in clouds.

More than 100,000 people crossed the tribulation at the same time, and the scale of the thunder tribulation must be devastating.

The heavens of the spirit world are falling!

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