In the past, Leng Dao, who was still a minor, had always had an advantage on the battlefield with his shrewd mind and infinite physique, but he was in a corner after all, he lacked a little foresight.

At that time, this Heavenly Daoist was thinking that the masters of the Taiji Realm all had the ability to move mountains and seas. If you can reach that level, this life will be in vain.

However, to this day, the rivers and lakes he has traveled have told him one vivid story after another, and when the storyteller Mr. Reading was replaced by the Lord of the Hot Heaven, Leng Dao had become numb to this story.

As it is now,

Starting from the top of the mountain in the east, this blink of an eye, the cold channel has been running over the sky for more than a month. However, after traveling thousands of miles, he still did not feel the breath of his other self in red.

This illusion of being close in front of you but far away from the sky makes Leng Dao extremely tired.

Thankfully, a long-lost vision of the primeval world has finally appeared...

After entering this world for more than a few years, it seemed that because too much Dao Qi and remnants in the world were used to condense this red-clothed 'cold Dao', the young Heavenly Dao Scholar who had been left here finally saw the half of the morning sun after the night rising along the eastern horizon of the world within a month's cycle.

The sun rises and the moon sets, the beginning of all things,

"Can you catch this damn thing?"

In the early morning, on a towering mountain in the long wasteland, the cold passage that fell on the top of a mountain with the light of the sun candle seemed to be deflated and sat down.

Ancient books record that at the western end of the source domain is an endless snow-capped mountain, on which there is a martial arts power named the Immortal Ice King who has achieved immortality, and any martial artist with a little perceptual ability can sense the unique aura of that existence after entering the range of the snow mountain.

The drama is that most martial arts scholars sense the breath of the immortal ice king and return the same way. For no other reason, they're on the edge of the source domain.

This subconscious wasn't broken until the end of the primeval period.

It is rumored that there is a martial arts master in the middle of the source domain who likes to travel in the mountains and rivers from the sect and travels day by day, but he never sees the sunset.

The powerhouse bypassed the Dangkong Realm of the Holy Ancient Domain and went straight to the West Mountain, where he met the Immortal Ice King who seemed to have become an immortal and immortal state, and then the man chased the sun again, and saw countless dynasties and cities.

Chasing the wind and treading the clouds, the strong man came to the vast sea again, and when he crossed the ocean that made him panic, the strong man actually had an old man fishing in the ocean. The strong man worshipped the hidden power and chose to go west again.

At last... He returned to his sect.

The reason for this could not be more obvious.

The east, west, north and south boundaries of the source domain are just relatively divided, to put it simply, the source domain does not have the west in the true sense at all, this is the case in the primeval world, and the same is true of the actual source domain.

It's just that because the day of the Heavenly Dome always rises in the east and sets in the west, and the names of the Western Mountain Snow Mountain and the Immortal Ice King are really loud and excessive, even if the people of the Source Domain know that this world is an enclosed world, they still identify the West Mountain as the end of the Western Regions.

It's not that they're stupid, after all, in this world, except for those guys who are well-fed and hold on, walking around the Source Domain, most of the ordinary people of Dawn have lived in the second- and third-rate dynasties where they belong all their lives, and they feel far away even when they go to other dynasties, let alone the West Mountain of the Source Domain.

Of course, the Lord of the Burning Heaven, the Blue Dragon Emperor, and the Lord of the Hidden Mansion may be excepted.

These three beings who have already topped the heavens in the Source Domain have a sense of perception at every turn, and they must be able to see the Middle Domain of the Source Domain, the West Mountain World, the East China Sea World, the Northern Desert World, the South Wilderness World, and even another smaller world corresponding to the Central Domain and sandwiched between the West Mountain and the East China Sea.

At this moment, the young Heavenly Daoist was stunned to look at the blood-clothed 'cold way' in the West.

He didn't have the metaphysical perception of those three, and if this figure was really an illusion, then wouldn't he be doing useless work in the end?

Thinking about it, Leng Dao should have saved this leisure.

"Hey, master, it doesn't matter if you are a human or a ghost, can you hear me speak, if you really want to deal with master, you can do it yourself. ”

Wiping his somewhat numb face, Leng Dao puffed up his Yin Yang Wuyuan and shouted at the calm and standing guy.

More than a month ago, he thought that he had taken the initiative, but now it is clear that he is passive, so why not turn passive into active?

"You don't want to stare at the master like a soul, either come here, or let your master, the Lord of Yantian, quickly remove you, and the pestle in the west is not too panicked. ”

There was no response to the words, and the Heavenly Daoist, who had long been accustomed to loneliness, was lying on the top of the mountain and was too lazy to pay attention to this guy, so he yawned timidly and stretched his waist.

Recite~

As soon as Clinker Leng Dao's words fell, the sky that was dyed red by the figure of the Western blood-clothed man suddenly turned a lot redder at this moment, and Leng Dao straightened up his upper body after noticing the change. At this look, Leng Dao's long hair fluttered in the wind, almost rolling down the top of the mountain.

At this moment, the Dao or the huge blood-clothed 'cold Dao' leaned his body slightly, and his body moved for a moment, not to mention the crazy turbulence of the Dao Qi in the vast source domain, the isolated mountain under the cold Dao was annihilated into nothingness, and the comfortable energy that the young Heavenly Dao had just risen immediately became sober and vigilant.

This time, the blood-red 'cold path' and the cold path deity seemed to be closer together.

"Hiss~"

The ancient red energy that was not blood qi came to his face, the corners of Leng Dao's mouth twitched, and his mind suddenly turned into Yuan Jue Dayuan's devouring power, and it was enough to swallow up all these Dao Qi remnants that had changed color and could be extremely rich.

Click,

However, in less than ten breaths, just when the Great Yuan Devouring Martial Technique was still running, I only heard the crisp sound of a hosta cracking, and the next moment the blood-colored Dao Qi scattered in the heaven and earth was strangely retracted, and the yin and yang vortex arranged in front of the cold Dao also turned into a point of light and fell.

Only the primeval earth illuminated by the eastern half of the morning sun was exceptionally clear, and the Heavenly Daoist stood up straight, and in front of him, it was a huge blood shadow standing with his hands in his hands.

However, the blood shadow is approaching, and the feeling of Leng Dao at this moment can only be described in four words.

The wind is light and the clouds are light,

Leng Dao wanted to feel the depression of a mountain rain coming and the wind filling the building, but he couldn't fulfill people's wishes, in addition to the extremely ancient atmosphere in the sky, the guy in front of him who seemed to be able to easily pinch himself to death was like an invisible and powerless shadow.

He couldn't feel anything!

"What did the Lord of the Burning Heavens send you for?"

I can't sense the real qi, but this guy is visible to the naked eye. Leng Dao's mind moved, and after expanding the sun candle behind him to thousands of zhang, the figure stood on the top of the Holy Spirit, and the Heavenly Daoist looked directly at the blood-red eyes of the figure in front of him.

"Finally, it's finally here. ”

Hundreds of breaths later, the wind in the heavens and the earth rose in the mouth of the blood shadow, and the cold channel energy robe that blew was hunting.

Hearing this, Leng Dao's brows should be condensed.

Finally waited?

Waiting for him?