On the top of Kunlun Mountain, the Han star is inlaid with the sky, and the snow and moon are like frost.

The rolling green clouds are blowing like a knife wind blade, like thousands of miles of waves rushing, and the waves are shocking.

In this dust-free fairyland, the ice phoenix Yujia circulates Xuangong, the whole body is full of silver light, the lips and eyes are slightly closed, the clothes are dancing, and the wonderful shadow is mottled, which looks extraordinarily forgiving.

After being pardoned and looking at it for a few times, he gathered his thoughts and closed his eyes to cultivate.

Looking back on the past day, Tong Yujia walked through the bits and pieces of Kunlun, and his heart was complicated and mournful.

The light of the endless moon and the aura of heaven and earth converged into his body, turning into a pale golden force, condensing in various places of the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and he suddenly felt that his mind was becoming more and more agile and his inner strength was majestic.

In the current world, psychic and the like, cultivating with external forces is nothing more than absorbing the essence of the sun, moon and stars, and replenishing the aura of heaven and earth, but he eats them all.

The pale golden force gradually overflowed out of the forgiven body, and after the luster came into contact with the Remembrance Feather Ring, his heart trembled violently.

He saw many strong men fighting, many war beasts roaring, the earth cracked, the void shattered, it was a picture of gods and demons falling, how bloody the picture was!

In these images, Meng Yu saw a lonely figure, a figure fighting alone with the gods and demons.

He, holding a simple war knife in his hand, rode a war beast, and slaughtered gods and demons!

He is so brave and looks at the world.

His strength made the gods and demons feel ashamed in front of him, and a single look made the gods and demons who came to besiege and kill soften.

In front of that battle knife, almost all the divine armor was broken copper and iron. In front of the war beasts, all the war beasts were dimmed.

For some reason, Meng Yu Zhilu said the name of the strong man: Du Yitian.

For some reason, Meng Yu Zhi revealed the name of the dragon-patterned war sword: Destroy Luo.

For some reason, the name of the war beast was revealed: Canglong Bizhou.

Isn't the dragon Bizhou exactly what he is looking for when he is pardoned into the flood famine?!

Du Yitian, who was holding the sword of extermination, was wearing dark gold battle armor, his long hair was fluttering, his divine flames were rippling, he drank the blood of the angry dragon and devoured the essence of the war beast, what a heroic posture, what a momentum that defied heaven and earth.

Du Yitian, an invincible peerless powerhouse in the world, is full of endless vicissitudes and tenacity, as if he also has his misfortunes, his melancholy, and his powerlessness......

This breath was very fond of it, because deep in his own soul, it seemed that he also had it.

The Remembrance Feather Ring, which shone with a gentle light when Du Yitian was fighting, brought Du Yitian endless relief.

This relief, for some reason, was also felt.

Suddenly, Meng Yu saw and felt that Du Yitian smiled miserably at himself, as if Du Yitian in this constantly flashing animation saw himself.

How appalling!

Meng Yu suddenly woke up and found himself in a cold sweat.

Facing Du Yitian, who was holding the sword of extermination, who didn't break out in a cold sweat!

Wiping the sweat from his forehead and touching the Yi Yu ring, he found that the frosty Yu Jia was looking at himself coldly without the slightest emotion.

Although it was ruthless, it also caused ripples in the heart of the forgiveness, and his cheeks were slightly hot.

Meng Yu was about to speak, and Yu Jia's body formed an illusion of a phoenix divine bird gathered by the frost qi, and his wings were shocked, and he flew towards the desolation.

"Flying over Kunlun Tianping Road, I asked if the flood would go back, who knows. At the end of the Xinjiang Dynasty, the spring is dry and pine and broken glass, and the red powder of the past years seems to be as cold as ice. Prosperous and lonely, the old country is gone, and the sorrow is boundless. Ethereal fairyland, learning supernatural powers, looking for war beasts, when is the return date?"

“...... The unicorn fights and the sun and the moon are eclipsed, the whale dies and the comet comes out, the silkworm silk is stunning, and the star falls and the sea is decided. The love of the lord is connected to the sky, so the punishment of violence is more windy, and the law is more moth-insect, and if you kill innocently, the country is red, and if you don't accept it, there will be more lewd rain. Those who are at four o'clock are the officials of the heavens, the sun and the moon are the messengers of the heavens, the stars are the period of the heavens, and the rainbows and comets are the taboos of the heavens. There are nine fields in the sky, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine corners, and 500 million miles to the earth. Five Stars, Eight Winds, Twenty-Eight Houses, Five Senses, Six Mansions, Purple Palace, Taiwei, Xuanyuan, Xianchi, Four Shou, Tian'a ......"

Picking the Star Peak Han Star Palace, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman, her voice is like a warbler song, light and pleasant, shaking her head and reading the third volume of the "Huainan Book of Heaven" astronomical training, learning astrological arts.

The smart black eyes glanced at the green-robed old man who was supervising from time to time.

The long black hair is curled in a circle, the hands are like soft pancreas, the skin is like clotted fat, the eyebrows are picturesque, the eyes are like water, and the eyes are beautiful.

Sweet dimples, a shallow smile, look charming, bewitching and moving.

The wide white robe outside the body covered a lot of glamorous energy.

"Huh!" the woman frowned, noticing that there was something wrong with the stars.

The incantation groaned, and with a stroke of his virtual hand, a divine light shot into the Han Star Void Mirror in the Han Star Palace.

The faint silver of the Han Xing Xuchen mirror was refracted out, shining on the book of "Huainan Tianshu", Huaguang turned back to the mirror, and a few words in the Han Xing Xuchen mirror commented: Bi Zhou was born, and the fate was in the past!

The woman smiled as a thief, and after seeing the two figures manifested in the Han Xing Void Mirror, she secretly glanced at the old man in the green robe who was already asleep, and took off the wide white robe outside her body, showing her enchantment.

She was wearing a tight-fitting black silk robe, with a high collar erected, but obliquely reaching her abdomen, her breasts were half exposed, an agate ring was buckled, and she was cut under the waist, and her white and slender jade legs swayed and swayed, which was intoxicating.

Compared with the ice phoenix Yujia, although this woman is not as beautiful as her, she is beautiful and enchanting, bumpy and seductive, more vivid, and more charming to young men.

She, Hanxing Shepherd Su Xi!

If you see forgiveness, your blood will tumble.

After looking at herself, the woman jumped up and rushed into the Hanxing Void Mirror.

The northern slope of the Kunlun Mountains, the cliffs are steep and straight, towering tens of thousands of zhang, extremely dangerous, if the gods of the general immortal family do not have the magic weapon of the divine beast, it is difficult to climb out.

However, "it is difficult to enter the flood famine, and it is even more difficult to get out of the flood famine" is not only because the mountain is too steep, but also because the northern edge of the Kunlun Mountains, the southern corner of the flood famine, is the fierce Ze that stretches for tens of thousands of miles: Mengjiang!

The strange mountains and strange valleys of Mengjiang are all over, the towering forests are endless, the swamps are boundless, the birds are winged, the beasts are wasted, the poisonous and strong colorful miasma, the demon fog does not disperse all year round, and most of the desolate and unhealthy things come from this.

After Meng Yu and Yu Jia swooped down from the top of Kunlun Mountain, they went north with all their might, intending to fly directly over Mengjiang.

However, the territory is vast, and with their cultivation, there is still a journey of thousands of miles after landing on the ground.

When I shuttled a stick of incense between the mountains and forests and valleys of Mengjiang, I felt dizzy, weak limbs, and abnormal fatigue when I was forgiven, and the poison miasma was really strong.

can see that Yu Jia's body is as light as a swallow and as fast as lightning, and the idea of being forgiven for a little rest can only be hidden in the bottom of his heart, his teeth are clenched, his anger sinks into the dantian, and he continues to fly in the sky.

"According to the sketch map of the flood wilderness, the route out of Mengjiang is the shortest in the north, why do you fly to the northeast?" Meng Yu shook his head, cleared his mind, and found that Yu Jia had turned around. "Could it be...... Do you want to go to the old days?"

The ancient abyss of the past and the sun, the name has "the old night", which means "the past", and is also called the "land of memory", which is a great strange place in the desolate Xinjiang.

In the past, the ancient abyss stretched for ten miles, and a layer of colorful glow permeated all year round.

The colorful glow is very peculiar, constantly oozing out the energy of time and space, every day before and after the alternation of yin and yang, a touch of afterglow at the moment of dawn and dusk shoots into this colorful divine light, and one or several ancient events that occurred in the land of Shenzhou are manifested.

Nuwa mends the sky, Houyi shoots the sun, and the co-workers are angry and touches the mountains...... Such earth-shattering events, the world learned about the ancient abyss in the past.

The past and the ancient abyss carry the memories of China for hundreds of millions of years, and it is the unchanging mission of telling the past to the present.

However, if you want to see the past, you must step into the past and immerse yourself in the past.

Once you are immersed in the scene, it is like traveling through time and space to the past, although you can't change history, but you are in the middle of a catastrophe.

Even if it's just for an hour, if you encounter the battle between the primeval gods and the ancient giants, it is very likely to be a tragedy!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

It's not that he is forgiven and afraid of death and greed for life, but he bears the will of Emperor Chuanyu to protect the foundation of the dynasty.

The icy and snowy Ice Phoenix Yujia opened his thin lips slightly, and said lightly: "Although the ancient abyss was dangerous in the past, it was isolated from the poisonous miasma, if you don't go over and avoid it, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of the territory, and you will turn into a pile of rotten bones and rotten flesh in the near future." ”

The heart of forgiveness warmed, it turned out that she cared about herself.

When the former Ice and Fire Phoenix Yujia cared about herself, her words were so light, but her affection was very strong, and she missed Yiren suddenly.

About half an hour, the purple-black body that had been forgiven as a poisonous miasma fell into the territory of the ancient abyss.

Yu Jia also sat down tiredly, and Shengxue's ice muscles were spotted with red.

The energy of time and space trickling like flowing water flows out from the center of the ancient abyss, giving people a sense of reality and illusion.

The moon sets and the stars sink, and the east is white.

Suddenly, Meng Yu, who meditated on pranayama and expelled poison, felt that the aura of heaven and earth around him suddenly became abundant and abnormal, and it merged into his body like a sea of vicissitudes, and the poison of the miasma was instantly dissolved.

His eyes opened suddenly, and he found that the ancient abyss of the past was already a scene of red sun, thousands of miles, torrents, and landslides.

"Swim with the woman in the nine rivers, rush the wind and raise the waves; take the waterwheel and lotus cover, drive the two dragons and ride the cockroach; climb the Kunlun Xi and look around, the heart is flying and mighty; the sun will be twilight and forget to return, but the extreme Pu Xi is in the arms; the fish scale house is in the dragon hall, the purple shell is in the pearl palace; the spirit is only in the water; take the white turtle to chase the salmon fish, and the woman swims in the river of Zhu; the flow of the future will go down; the son fights to the east, and sends the beauty Xi Nanpu; the waves are surging to welcome, and the fish scales are ......"

Between the rolling waves and the rain, a man looked slightly anxious, reciting songs and chasing the waves, opening his eyes, looking around, as if looking for things.

"Father Emperor Jun, Dayi, please give the Divine Bow!" A handsome, handsome, and sturdy man flew out of the torrent of the waves, angry and angry.

I saw him raise his hand towards the red sun, and when the seal was sealed in the air, a brilliant and dazzling golden red divine light shot out from outside the nine heavens, turning into a divine bow and holding it in his hand.

The shape of the bow is simple, the color is dark, and the carving is crude, but it exudes a destructive aura of killing gods and demons, shattering the sky and shattering the earth, and terrifying the soul.

"Hebo Fengyi, eat me with an arrow!" Dayi's bowstring pulled, and the light of the Ten Thousand Golden Red Gods instantly sealed the yellow side of the sky, and an arrow feather shattered the void and shot down towards the ocean of water, trembling the sky.

Wan Jun swung vigorously, the water retreated, and he attacked the man who was chanting the song and chased the waves, and the whistling arrow feather was about to hit his left eye.