After fighting Hanzhou, Zhang Muliu took Fang Onion straight to Juluzhou, on the cross-continent ferry, suddenly the whole world seemed to be torn apart by boundless force, the sea surface seemed to be pulled out of countless pot stoppers, and a column of water rose to the sky, and the fish in the sea were finally fortunate to peek into the sky.

The passengers of the ferry were all standing on the deck, looking at the columns of water that rushed to the sky, and their mouths grew one by one.

Fang Cong asked suspiciously, "What's going on, have we encountered some spectacle?"

Zhang Muliu's expression was solemn, and he said softly: "This is the second time that the world has changed, and if we want to go to Juluzhou, we will have to travel hundreds of thousands of miles more." ”

In this way, the road back to the hometown is far away!

............

The whole world is like the belly of the blowing sheep, constantly expanding, and the four continents and countless small continents are still more than ten times larger than before.

The southern part of Shengshen Continent, south of Baiyue, the place that established itself as the country of Annan, was torn to pieces by tens of thousands of mountains that appeared out of thin air in the tearing of the earth, and I don't know how many people died because of it.

This is the reason why Luo Yue rebelled at that time, and no one paid attention to Shengshenzhou.

The west peak of Baiyue, with the expansion of the earth, has become a thousand zhang high mountain, a woman in a light blue dress hovered in the air with a sword, looking at the 100,000 mountains that seemed to appear out of thin air.

The woman touched the jade bracelet on her wrist, and suddenly raised her head, her body was extremely powerful, as if countless fairy swords were emitted from her body, turning into a fairy sword gate to guard here.

"I am far from Qiushui alone, and I can press 100,000 mountains. ”

In fact, the woman still had a sentence in her heart, "I'll wait for you to come back." ”

............

The predecessor of Muqiu Mountain was a blessed land, in this great change in heaven and earth, it will naturally expand with the terrain, and when it can be stopped, a Muqiu Mountain has approached the size of a radius of 5,000 miles.

All the mountains and rivers seem to have skyrocketed more than ten times, and the nine rivers are no different from the sea.

Demon Ling knew from the mouth of the white unicorn that the world had changed greatly, and the little girl didn't really care about what had changed, she just thought, if the whole world would expand dozens of times, if the owner of the meal was 100,000 miles away, wouldn't it have become a million miles now?

The little girl is really sad.

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Mo Miaomiao is in the White Deer Cave Academy, which was originally very close to Hongdu City, but now it is tens of thousands of miles away, and she is also by her side, otherwise it would be a matter if she wanted to go and see her mother.

As for the little girl in the lakeside house, she doesn't have to worry about anything that has changed, anyway, the city is still there, and her father and mother are there.

There are also countless big and small people, in this great change in heaven and earth, and it is also the last great change in heaven and earth, who can get what kind of opportunity? Who will quietly disappear in the torrent of time?

Nothing can be known.

............

On the ferry, Zhang Muliu was actually a little strange, not sad, but a little ...... Pity.

I haven't been to many mountains and rivers, and after the great change, it will only be more difficult to walk through the mountains and rivers in the world.

Fang Cong hugged the master's arm and said softly: "Master, don't be sad, aren't we still on the way? One day we will go where we want to go, and finally one day, we will all go home." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled indifferently and said heartily: "How can the story end here?"

End of the first part.

(Actually, the reason why I say the first part is because I still can't put it down, and one day I will finish the book.)

The first time I wrote a book, I thought the writing was okay, but the plot was too bad, maybe after the second or third book, I would straighten out the story again and write it again. ）