In the ancient castle of wind and sand, the sword qi is elegant, the gang qi is vertical and horizontal, and the magic is gorgeous.

Ziwei was blank and said lightly: "It's time to end!"

As soon as the words fell, a purple divine light shot out of his hand, piercing the man's forehead.

The man had an extremely conspicuous blood hole in the center of his eyebrows, his eyes widened, and his face fell back with an incredible expression. With a sound of "bang~", he fell heavily to the ground.

With a sound of "Huh~", all the immortal corpses he summoned disappeared.

Ziwei said: "Let's go to the next layer!"

Everyone stepped on the second layer of the teleportation array, only to feel that there was a flower in front of them, and when they saw something again, it had already fallen from the sky and landed in a spring wood.

In the distance, the blue sky is full of white clouds, the green fields are everywhere, the surrounding bushes are thick, and when you look up, you can see that the high trees are hundreds of meters high. A group of cute white rabbits ran happily on the grass with big ears erected, their hair was smooth and shiny, and they faintly emitted a faint light.

From time to time, there are birds singing in the branches, and the crisp bird calls sound so pleasant, and the spring sun is warm and warm, shining on people is extremely comfortable.

Ziwei's divine sense let go, and the speed of thousands of miles covered the area in an instant. Within a few moments, his divine sense touched an invisible barrier and bounced back. This second layer of shijie is about 400,000 miles in a radius, and it is not big or small.

The woods he was in were in the very center of this shijie. At that corner to the northeast of this shijie, there is a teleportation array, and there is the passage to the third layer.

However, even if he knew where the teleportation array was, he shouldn't act rashly now, the moment his divine consciousness went out, there were several unknown mysterious liliang and his divine consciousness collided violently in the void. Let him be taboo. Outside the woods, there was an ancient dragon prostrate on the grassland. And what he didn't want to touch the most was the white-bearded old man with a sword on the edge of the teleportation array.

These two are absolutely dominant in this shijie, and there are saint-level monks everywhere here, usually everywhere. Even the few plants and trees in front of them and the rabbits in front of them were saints.

At first, Nanwei thought that the rabbits were very cute, and wanted to go up and touch them, but as soon as he took a step forward, he was stopped by Ziwei's cross arm.

At this time, her head seemed to have just come to her senses, and her divine sense was released, only to see that the strength of the rabbit had reached the peak strength of the Sage. Even if she is an immortal now, in the face of such an existence, if the enemy puts cold arrows on her and catches her off guard, she can still be injured.

Ziwei said, "Nanwei, are you awake?" A hand gently rubbed her hair, and her eyes were full of doting.

Nan Wei quietly held Ziwei's hand with one hand and grinned, "Got it, husband." Her smile, with a hint of sweetness, with a bit of the charm of a mature woman.

Ziwei retracted her mind and said, "Let's go, let's head towards the shijie on the third floor!"

He let out all the breath without reservation, and all the people around him who could sense it avoided it. The group of white rabbits also disappeared, and even many plants and trees in the woods were buried in the endless earth in an instant.

The coercion of the True Immortal Nine Heavens was like an irresistible immortal might, and all the races that oppressed here were prostrate on the ground, trembling.

Ziwei and their group of people traveled thousands of miles in an instant, and stepped out of the woods directly in three steps.

Not far away, the body of the ancient dragon the size of a mountain lay there, and the dragon's head was there, and its lantern-sized eyes flashed with a strange red light, staring at them intently.

The dragon's tongue kept spitting like a snake letter, and a few strands of blood dripped from the tip of his tongue and landed on his chest. With every breath, the terrifying dragon's breath melts the air around it.

At this time, the divine dragon spoke: "For countless years, it is rare to find a Zaijian figure!"

(To be continued)