The seriously injured Ling Hu Cong fell from the sky, obviously unable to fly up. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A purple ribbon flew out of the clouds, tightly tying Ling Hu Cong's body and locking him firmly.

The Three Holy Mothers fell from the clouds, but Ren Yingying, Yi Ling, and Yue Lingyi flew into the air.

Each of them had a nervous look on their faces, looking at Ling Hucong, who was pale and weak at the moment.

"Why do you have to retract the last sword?" the Third Holy Mother looked at Ling Hu Cong with a complicated expression, and asked with a little crampedness.

Ling Hu Cong's pale face showed a gentle smile as before: "How can I be willing to really hurt you." ”

Gu Chuanxia looked at Ling Hu Cong, who was affectionate at the moment, and had a feeling of beeping a husky. Although he knew that after taking the normal three emotions and breaking his life, a person's personality would change somewhat, but Ling Hucong, who was originally careless, was still shocked that he had the rush to become a love saint at this moment.

Listening to Ling Hu Cong's words, the expressions of the three virgins changed. The originally fierce eyes also softened, and the light in the center of the eyebrows flickered several times and gradually disappeared.

Ling Hu Cong took the opportunity to grab Ren Yingying and the Three Holy Mother's hands one by one, respectively, and held them tightly. For the sake of him being an injured person, the second daughter is not easy to resist too much.

He was smart, and he knew that if he solved this Ren Yingying and the three virgins and two daughters, the rest of Yue Lingyi and Yiling would be much easier to deal with.

On the side of the Daomen Holy Land, Ling Hu Cong broke his life in one fell swoop, and he was about to open the harem. And the people in the Daomen can only watch dryly, in vain.

On the other side, with the help of comprehending the Dao of the Forever, the life-breaking clone of the ancient legend of the hero, he walked to the source of the martial arts era.

But it was empty, there was nothing.

I can't see the ancients, and I can't see the comers. Only the fractured time and space, looking through the endless chaos, seem to be able to see the continuous destruction of the ancient times in the past era, and it has not stopped.

Across the severed era, the torn time and space, the ancient legend can still feel the fluctuation that destroys everything.

What is even more terrifying is that this all-destroying wave is about to completely annihilate the ancients, and then cross the broken nothingness and spread to the present era.

"It turns out that the ancient has never been completely destroyed, it has only been cut off on the other side of time. At the ancient end, everything was still shattering and crumbling. And at this end, a huge new civilization has been derived. "The ancient legend knew that this must be related to the layout of those supreme powerhouses in the ancient times, and the ancient game of chess was completely destroyed by them, so they reopened an era, preparing to fight again in the new era.

Gu Chuanxia suddenly took out the divine stone from his arms, and the golden divine stone actually had a slight fluctuation at this moment. It seemed to have a connection with some tiny fragment in the fractured space-time.

Gu Chuanxia hesitated slightly, gritted his teeth and pointed at the divine stone.

Then that trace of fluctuations, provokes cause and effect, runs throughout, and finally enters the dream, allowing yourself to incarnate that trace of fluctuations, to dream about something that has happened.

In the dream, the ancient legend has come to a new world.

This is a pure, only a world of aura, without any rules mixed in, the clouds are condensed by aura, the earth is condensed by aura, the rain is condensed by aura, and the sun, moon and stars are still composed of aura.

All the flowers and trees thrive here, but they are also made of aura, but in different ways of combining them.

And in the middle of this world, there is a huge peach orchard, a total of 9,000 trees, their poles are extremely tall, standing up to the sky, as if supporting the whole world.

There are still people and demons living in this world, but their cultivation methods have reached the peak, and in the final analysis, they are also serving those peach trees. According to the different qualifications, it is roughly divided into hoeing wrestlers, water transport wrestlers, peach wrestlers, cleaning wrestlers and so on.

Although the peach tree is a sacred object, it still has its natural nemesis, every year and a half, there will be strange insects born from the invisible invasion of the peach tree, these wrestlers will use their cultivation of various means to maintain the peach tree.

Nine thousand peach trees are rooted after root, and the leaves cover the sky and the sun next to the leaves, enveloping the whole world. The creatures here regard them as mothers and see themselves as children of the peach tree.

Scorching plants. The flowers and trees are scorching, and the fruits are pressed on the branches. The fruit presses the branches, the brocade is bounced, and the flowers are full of flowers, and the trees are clustered with rouge. When it opens, it ends for thousands of years, ripe for thousands of years, there is no summer and no winter, and it is late for thousands of years. The pre-mature drunken face. Raw, pedicled green skin. The smoke muscle is green and the sun is danzied. Under the tree, strange and strange flowers are not grateful. The left and right buildings and buildings are empty, and the clouds are often covered.

Looking at these peach trees, a passage that I had read came to mind.

"I thought it was an exaggeration, but now it doesn't seem like enough to describe one of them. ”

The peach tree is fruitless in the eyes of those mortals with the naked eye, and even its tree shape is not very similar to the peach tree, but only the strong who have cultivated the way of the whole and been infected by time can see that in the dense branches and leaves, there are dazzling fruits looming. They are hidden in the crevices of the beginning and the end, flickering from the past to the present and to the future, not here but there.

The fairies in red, the fairies in plain clothes, the fairies in green clothes, the fairies in soap, the fairies in purple, the fairies in yellow, and the fairies in green wandered in a total of seven clothes, and they controlled the huge system of rules, and constantly preached for those peach trees and poured their understanding of all things into it. Those wrestlers who maintain the peach tree will not be able to see these fairies under any circumstances, because although they belong to the same space, they are not in the same dimension.

Although this is a scene in the dream of the ancient legend. But it's not up to him.

He was like a bystander, constantly looking at this new, strange, and ancient world, and then speculating about the identity of the Lord of the Divine Stone.

"Being able to enter the legendary Pan Tao Garden also proves that the owner of the Divine Stone was once in the immortal class in ancient times, and was one of the immortals in the Heavenly Court. ”

"I learned from the exchange with Chen Tuan Ancestor that in ancient times, although there were many immortals, the immortals who could rank in the immortal class and enter the heavenly court were all outstanding, and those who could enjoy the peach were even more powerful. ”

I dreamed for a long time, but there seemed to be no movement.

Until one day, Gu Chuanxia felt that he had grabbed a hairbolt from his ear.

A hair?

The ancient legend was buzzing in his head, and he almost broke the dream and woke up directly from the dream. It's rare to stabilize my mood and continue to watch.

I saw that the person was holding a hair, put it in the palm of his hand and blew it hard, and an invisible bridge connected two dimensions that could be overlapped but staggered. At this point, everything briefly overlapped.

Gu Chuanxia looked at it in shock, it was just a movement of blowing out a single hair, but he seemed to see the infinite avenue and countless wonderful methods. Always, cause and effect, time and space, creation, as if everything can find traces in that simple action.

(To be continued.) )