The appearance of Nantianmen caused more than just the Kunlun Immortal Palace. All continents, and even the big stars in the universe, all shook at this moment.

West Pole Continent, Immortal Immortal Sect.

A young man in a black robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a mark on his forehead, suddenly looked up at the sky, his body exuding a faint light, and his expression was solemn and confused.

Suddenly, his eyes suddenly condensed, looking into the void in front of him.

The colors that can be seen by the naked eye and cannot be described in words, the light condenses at this moment, quickly outlines and condenses, and turns into a light gate.

On the plaque of the gate, the word Nantian is engraved, revealing mystery and solemnity, and showing a majestic momentum, vast and misty, frank and swinging, crushing everything.

"The ruins of the ancient gods, the remnants of the gods. ”

Muttering eight words, the black-robed young man stepped into it.

As his figure disappeared, the disciples who saw this scene nearby all widened their eyes and were shocked.

"Everyone in the world thought that Shi Changzun was heading west, but they didn't expect that he was still in the Immortal Immortal Sect!"

"What is the gate of light that Shi Changzun stepped into, and where has he gone now?"

"The plaque of the light gate is engraved with the word Nantian, mysterious and solemn at the same time, it is the portal to the remnant palace of the gods!"

"Shi Changzun has entered the ruins of the ancient gods that appear once in a thousand years! This is a chance, since the history has been recorded, every supreme person has stepped in. ”

"This is the recognition of the ancient gods for him, and it is the arrival of chance, and luck is protecting him!"

Voices sounded at this moment, and the entire Immortal Immortal Sect suddenly became lively.

"Shi Changzun. ”

In the magnificent palace, an elder slowly exhaled his voice, his eyes full of relief and anticipation.

"With the posture of an immortal root, what kind of brilliance can you bloom in the remnant palace of the gods?"

The North Dome Continent, a broken immortal sect.

Kneeling on his knees, the white-haired old man, with tears in his eyes, but his mouth was silent, in front of him, was the destroyed sect, a fire-burned ruins.

His life is a life of exile, a life of perseverance, and a life of struggle against fate.

He was mistaken for a yellow-level low-level talent all his life, and he was abandoned in the sect until he was eighty-eight years old this year, with three thousand feet of white hair, cloudy old eyes, and decaying breath, that he was inadvertently perceived into the truth by the elders of the sect once.

It turned out that why he abandoned Wu was the legendary immortal root posture.

It's just that the fairy root is wonderful, with the root of worshipping the sky, and the name of the broom star. Everywhere, disasters and bad luck continue. And with disasters and bad luck, his cultivation will also soar to the sky.

Sacrifice to the sky with relatives and friends, the mana is boundless, and the sect sacrifices to the sky, the combat power is invincible, and the true yuan is inflated.

At this time, he knelt down on his knees in front of the sect and wept silently.

"Why?"

"Why did I get this life?"

"I don't want such a fairy root!"

He Qiwu looked up to the sky and roared angrily, questioning the sky.

His momentum changed to a whirlwind, sweeping into the sky, only to burst out with the power of the consummation of the gods in an instant.

"No!"

"Don't!"

"I don't want it!!"

In the midst of the roars, his body involuntarily erupted with bursts of light, and the energy fluctuations were surging and convincing.

The sect to which they belong, the spells, spiritual tips, and exercises that relatives and friends will know are also displayed one by one at this moment, each of which has reached the peak of the realm, which is powerful and destroys the world.

"No !!"

Seeing this scene, He Qiwu became even more sad and angry.

He couldn't accept this scene, the sect has been eighty-eight years old, and this is already his home. Although he is unknown, he has long had feelings for this place.

Now, the family is gone, and the relatives are dead.

Can there be a new home, to accept him like this, a man who brings bad luck and calamity, but who can penetrate on his own and the power of those who are killed by his calamity!

At this moment, a portal appeared in front of He Qiwu's eyes, making him pause in his crying.

"This is a thief, are you hinting at me anything?"

"A portal!

He Qiwu roared angrily and pointed to the light gate in front of him.

"Nantian, Nantian! What kind of thief is Nantian? Why am I afraid?"

"If I have lost everything, how can I be afraid?"

He strode to the light door, and was about to lift his foot when he suddenly paused. Then, he turned abruptly and bowed down towards the ruined sect.

"Why don't you abandon Wu, in the name of Elder Hu Yanjun, go down the mountain to practice!"

"Return, return date unknown!"

In the end, the voice was already crying.

In the scorched ruins, no one answered him, and the thunder in the sky rang from time to time, deafening, but there was no heavy rain pouring down, which looked strange.

Slowly getting up, He Qiwu did not hesitate any longer, stepped into the Nantian Gate, and the figure disappeared in a blink of an eye.

In the rest of the continents, there are young and beautiful fairies, elders who have been sitting in retreat for thousands of years, and even more hidden old monsters, all of whom have a glittering portal in front of them at the same moment.

Some people know about this door and step into it without hesitation, while others are curious about it and try to enter after looking at it for a while, and some people ignore it and think it is a strange illusion.

Everyone who steps into it is either a strange talent, one in ten thousand, or a profound strength, which can be called outstanding, or has special talents.

It is certain that the people who have been recognized by the relics of the ancient gods are all unique people with their own style. Each of them is a masterpiece in the world and a talented person who will stir up the storm in the future.

"The ruins of the ancient gods, once in a thousand years, have you come to the front of this demon today?"

Low, hideous, muffled voices emanated from the gloomy environment. Suddenly, the red light was bright, and a piece of magma burned.

Slippery, wrinkled, burned, and withered, the huge figure slowly stood up for it.

Its head is triangular, covered with countless dense, lava bubble-like bumps, the lower body is countless stout, barbed antennae, the upper body burns flames, the lower body is pitch black, the arms are as long as the Wolong Mountain, and its body is majestic, reaching 3,000 zhang.

This is the Demon Flame Hell Sea, where the ancient demons gather, and the most dangerous area in the entire world.

It seems to be separated from the Tianyuan Star by a time and space, between reality and nothingness. Among them, there are many big demons, each of which is terrifying and powerful, and is the most dangerous and deadly enemy of immortal cultivators.

At this moment, this tall ancient demon opened his eyes, and his purple vertical pupils seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, which made people tremble.

"Old God, count you as having vision. ”

The ancient demon smiled and stepped into the light gate in front of him.

Above the world, in different regions, in every corner, the light gate was appearing, and one by one the figures disappeared at this moment, and were teleported to the ruins of the ancient gods.

And at this moment, the river flowed, and the Kunpeng phantom above his head slapped the sky, looking up to the sky and screaming, very cheerful.

He studied new exercises and was very obsessed.

This method of swallowing, in his foresight, can bring him great gains. Even, it can increase the speed of cultivation by a large margin again.

"Jiang, Brother Jiang!"

"Open your eyes!"

Suddenly, there was a childish exclamation in my ears.

Jiang Liu opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a portal that shimmered with countless lights.

"What is this?!"

"A door?"