In the mountains and forests, the evening breeze is gusting.

In the distance, the clear spring stream is like a shining silver stream, and the golden rabbit meat is roasted on the bonfire.

Xuan Wei was a little surprised, looked around and asked, "It's late autumn, the peach blossoms here are still blooming?"

The last time Chen Changan meditated and advanced, when he ascended to the foundation building period, he attracted a hundred flowers to bloom and flourish.

But he definitely won't take the initiative to say it, otherwise it won't be good to be caught and studied.

Xuan Wei was a little depressed, I don't know why the senior brother in charge is so timid and afraid, can he sit back and watch his fellow junior brother be killed?

She really carried a wine jug on her body, held it above her head, poured it and drank it, and sprinkled a lot on her chest without caring about it.

After drinking, he handed the wine gourd to Chen Changan, who lowered his head and sniffed.

It smells so good.

"Chang'an, what do you say we are cultivating for?"

Chen Changan took a side look, this Uncle Xuanwei looked very proud of drinking, but the amount of alcohol was not very good, his cheeks were flushed, but there seemed to be moonlight flowing on his jade face, and his beautiful face under the night was very amazing.

"Of course it's about asking for immortality!"

"Immortal?" Xuan Wei raised her face and burst into a smile, but her tone was a little gloomy:

"There are not many monks in the world, I went up to the mountain at the age of six to learn art, and it took me 30 years to build a foundation, and another 300 years to get a golden pill. That's three hundred and thirty years. And some people with mediocre qualifications will spend a lifetime, and they may not be able to build a foundation.

The life span of the world is limited, and the aura is depleted, and only a few resolute people can usher in the catastrophe at the end of their lives, so they can be called strong.

But what about the Apocalypse... How many more will be able to get by?"

Chen Changan was greatly interested and asked, "Didn't you succeed in surviving the catastrophe?"

"Actually, there is... A thousand years ago, there was a surprising and brilliant predecessor who resisted the catastrophe with a body of Taoism. ”

Chen Changan is sure in his heart that as long as someone succeeds, it means that this road is successful, and his immortality is hopeful.

"Over the years, the higher our senior brothers and sisters' cultivation is, the less we meet. Everyone only knows about retreat and cultivation, and the friendship is getting weaker and weaker... Could it be that at the end of cultivation, it is really indifferent to all feelings?"

Chen Chang'an was also full of suspicion and asked, if it was said that the monk needed to be weak, why was there nothing in front of him, and it would have an impact on the last step of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Xuan Wei's emotions that have been suppressed for hundreds of years are finally vented with this incident as a breakthrough.

A gust of mountain wind blew, blowing down a peach blossom, and suddenly a divine sword appeared in front of Xuan Wei, leaving behind afterimages.

A moment later, all the peach blossoms that fell in the air were cut into two by her.

A petal fell on Chen Changan's hand, and after it fell, it instantly turned into two petals.

Chen Changan was dumbfounded, this body method, this position, if he was learned by himself, at that time, the gun was like a dragon, it was to highlight a fast word!

Xuan Wei slashed the peach blossoms with a sword, and after a burst of drunken madness, she staggered back by herself.

Chen Changan thought about the Heavenly Tribulation for a while, thought about it, and only felt that this matter was far away from him after all, so he no longer worried.

I just arrived at Zhuji, so I went to worry about the catastrophe, and I felt that I was thinking too much.

However, Uncle Xuanwei seems to be a person who needs affection very much, and she values the friendship between brothers and sisters.

It's a pity that the higher the cultivation, the thinner it becomes, so that she

As soon as the bonfire was extinguished, and a gust of mountain wind blew, Chen Chang'an's heart moved, and he began to move up and down following Xuanwei's example.

Mobilize all your spiritual power, wrap your body, and reach out to catch every fallen flower.

In the end, my physical strength reached the limit, and I only grabbed a small handful.

In the forest, Lu Ping and Qingle peeked at it for a while, and then came out together.

"Then Uncle Beauty is gone?"

"Her swordsmanship is so fast!"

Lu Ping and Qingle said a word to each other, Chen Changan ignored them, but said to himself: "This is not a place to stay for a long time." ”

When Lu Ping heard this, his face immediately fell, and he asked, "Shall we still leave?" Isn't it good to cultivate here with peace of mind?"

After Chen Changan sat down, he lowered his voice and talked about the events of the past few days.

Mount Taihua seems to be calm and peaceful, but there are monks like Xuan Mo who have lost their conscience.

There was also a group of people who bullied their fellow sects, how could the sect know nothing about it, but they didn't take care of it.

Chen Changan was worried, in such a place, the apparent peace could be broken at any time.

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The great wilderness, in the rolling mountains, is full of all kinds of thousand-year-old trees.

This is a paradise of desolate aliens, and I don't know how many descendants of the great demon bloodline live here.

Ordinary monks would not dare to set foot in this forest, near a clear spring, and the surrounding demonic fog was as thick as substance.

In the depths of the demon mist, a man in black sat on the ground, and none of the poisonous insects and beasts around him dared to approach.

A pair of green eyes, peeking through the knotted branches and leaves of the trees.

In the hand of the man in black, there was a seed, which was slowly raised into the air by him.

The life of the nearby land, like a lake that is being drained, is pouring into this seed.

The dense foliage turned yellow at a visible rate, and the trunk was old and falling clumps of dry bark.

The surrounding demon beasts were drained of their strength, and they were inexplicably frightened and fled in all directions.

Suddenly, the man in black frowned, and the demon mist was struck by a bolt of lightning.

The sky cracked abruptly, and lightning slashed wildly from the thunderclouds.

The man in black snorted coldly, put away the seeds, and was about to flee.

But this heaven and earth seemed to be locked, and his spells were difficult to cast.

Six light curtains descended from the sky, forming a six-sided cage that completely enveloped the place.

The man in black raised his head to the sky and roared, his body was surrounded by black qi, and blue flames rose from his hands.

"Nether Fire..."

There was a low voice from the sky, as if there was some fear.

"Hiding your head and showing your tail, is it also worthy of being in the immortal class?" said the man in black coldly.

The people in the sky still didn't show up, and even the sound stopped coming out.

The thunderclouds were getting thicker and thicker, and the earth, which had been drained of life, was covered with dust from lightning strikes, and everything was turned into flying ash.

Only the man in black was still strong, but the black mist around him gradually thinned, and the man in black waved the blue flame in his hand, hitting the six-sided glossy surface, making an extremely ugly sound.

It seems that ten thousand ghosts are crying, and the heavens and the earth are dead.

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the man in black, and the blue flame in his hand gradually extinguished.

He used a blood sacrifice spell to condense the trunk of the sacred tree into seeds.

If the holy tree in the past had absorbed so much vitality, it would have been able to feed him back a long time ago. These injuries will also recover early.

But the sacred tree was clearly touched by the abominable old way, and after so much time, instead of giving birth to wisdom, it lost its vitality.

Everywhere you go, there is nothing but endless absorption and destruction.

The man in black had also spent a lot of effort to deduce, but the other half of the sacred tree did not respond in the slightest.

The old sacred tree hit its head against the sky, and its spiritual wisdom had long been worn out by the Great Mana of the Upper Realm, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

If it reopens its mind, it should be very weak, and there is no reason why it cannot be deduced.

"This old way, what kind of means did you use!"

The ghost king hated in his heart, and with a slight stroke of his fingers, he drew a cross in the palm of his hand.

The blood dripped onto the seeds, and the heartbeat of the seeds suddenly came.

A moment later, a burst of annihilation erupted, and the six light curtains were smashed to pieces.

The ghost king immediately flashed into the sky, more than a hundred times faster than the withered vertical aurora, between the lightning and flint, he reached into his hand from the gap in the sky, and there was a panicked sound from the sky.

The ghost king laughed, and in the gap in the sky, he was dragged off a calf, and his ankle was grabbed by the ghost king.

The Netherworld Fire appeared in the palm of his hand, and a wail came from the sky, and the immortals on the crack could only break their feet to escape.

The crack in the sky closed in an instant...

The ghost king held one foot, as if he was not satisfied, and roared angrily towards the sky.

"If you don't run away, your life will be gone!" With this voice, a one-horned sacred cow flew under him, hunched him and disappeared.

In the sky, the purple pupil reappeared, and this time everywhere it looked, the fire was everywhere, as if to burn the earth clean.

Sweep from the wilderness to the interior, from the forest, to the city.

On this night, millions of dead and injured lives...