In the corner of the Xiuzhen realm, under Tiannan Mountain, there are green trees, a small stream flows slowly from the mountain, and the fish jump out of the water from time to time, startling a small wave, and see a few birds next to it chirping, as if surprised why the fish suddenly came out and disappeared.

Suddenly, the cloudless sky gradually became dark, as if it might collapse at any moment.

"Drive, drive, drive" A big black man with a big waist and a round waist rode a horse from a distance.

"Phew-", a sound sounded, and the birds in the trees beside the brook scattered in all directions.

Artemisia grass rattled, and a cave loomed not far away.

"I didn't expect that there was such a good place at the foot of Nanshan Mountain on this day, and a certain family could just shelter from the rain," the black man had just bolted the horse under the tree, and hurriedly hid in the cave he had seen earlier.

When the front foot entered the cave, the back foot suddenly became dark, and the five fingers were lost in an instant.

"Why is the weather so strange today?"

While talking to himself, the black man's brain seemed to have lost the ability to direct his own actions.

The whole person stood there like a log, and his eyes looked straight at the sky outside the cave, as if he had seen something very strange.

I saw that the originally dark sky suddenly thundered, and a white lightning bolt was intertwined with the lightning group in the vast sky, as if it was colliding violently.

After about a quarter of an hour, the lightning suddenly vanished without a trace.

Immediately after that, the sky suddenly turned colorful, and the points of light gradually approached the earth, as if coming from the end of the sky, and then converged into a colorful beam, and then the black man lost consciousness.

In the mysterious places of this world, many people who were sitting or standing like stone statues in secret rooms or other places opened their eyes as if they had been stimulated by something.

At the same time, in a ruined temple outside the city, which was not far away from this land, an old beggar who was lazily basking in the sun suddenly opened his eyes and said: "The earth is surging with golden lotus, the vision of heaven and earth, the great world is coming, and this world is going to be chaotic again! Then he disappeared without a trace, and the beggars beside him were full of spirits, and then went about their business as if the old beggar had never appeared.

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PS：

After years of rain, from teenagers to youth, from youth to maturity, as I read more and more novels, I always feel that the overall quality is not as good as before. Then I always want to write something by myself, and show the magnificent and vast mysterious world in my fantasy in front of everyone. I want to really write a novel of my own, I want to write an ideal love and hatred, I want to choose a city to grow old, meet a person with a white head, and have the persistence of being poor and falling into the Yellow Spring, and there is a sword aura that spans 30,000 miles, and a sword light is cold and the blood of 19 continents, in order to commemorate the fantasy of that youth. Because it is the first time to write, the text may not be very mature, and the update may be slow, but it will definitely not be a eunuch.