Dongsheng Shenzhou, at the junction of the extreme east and the open sea, has the Hengduan Mountain Range, which is known as the Dongyao Heavenly Vein, with steep mountains and steep mountains, and the gathering of mysterious beasts, and the sinister name is heard far away in the world.

The sun rises in the east, the stars are bright, and the celestial vein is in the extreme east position, as if the sun rises from it, so it is named Dongyao celestial vein.

The Dongyao Heavenly Vein, its majestic, main vein runs vertically through the north and south of Shenzhou, almost wrapping the entire east of Shenzhou.

What's even more amazing is that its branches are more than 120,000 miles long, with tens of thousands of lofty mountains and thousands of cliffs.

Its evil, miasma valley poisonous pool, fierce and evil mountains are countless.

Its fierceness, the mysterious beast is domineering, even many masters and strong people in the realm of knowing the gods will be lost in it, and if they are not careful, they will also have no bones.

Just on the edge of the easternmost part of the Dongyao Heavenly Vein, there is a special mountain range, called Kuzhao Mountain Abyss, the mountain range is like its name, vertical downward in all directions like an abyss, as if a circular mouth has been opened on the earth.

Under the cliff, although the forest is lush and lush, because of the topography, the perennial wind is howling and the sun does not shine.

If someone stands beside the mountain abyss and listens, they can often hear the call of "woo woo woo", just like the ghost house of the underworld, and the sorrow is endless, so it is called the bitter call of the mountain abyss.

But these are all legends of the mortal world, and among the monks there is another legend, that is, tens of thousands of years ago, the troll god fought a battle.

It is rumored that the decisive battle between the troll god and the Shenzhou Alliance was in this bitter abyss, how tragic the battle was, thousands of monks died at the hands of the troll god, and after their death, because the yin qi of the land was too heavy, the killing was too heavy, resulting in no ** reincarnation, which was the crying and wailing day and night, forming the sound of this bitter call.

At this time, in the abyss of Kuzhao Mountain, the forest is in a hurry, and the shadows of the trees are mottled, spreading for several miles, covering the sky and the sun.

The ink dust had already awakened everyone, and after a moment of pranayama, his consciousness had all regained his clarity.

He looked at the hundred-foot giant half-kneeling in front of him, his body was so tall that he almost rushed into the sky, but it was obvious that at the heart of the giant, he could clearly feel the sonorous and powerful beating sound.

At this moment, the Troll God's eyes suddenly opened, and two golden rays shot out from it, interweaving a sky bridge and piercing straight into front of Mo Chen's body.

A bitter strong wind came down from above, smashing a large crater not far in front of Mo Chen, and there was a loud bang, and the entire hill seemed to shake.

Mo Chen didn't dodge, he could feel that this strong wind was not malicious.

Gradually, in the golden light, a huge figure slowly appeared.

With his feet on the ground and his arms above his knees, he was at least four or five feet tall at a glance, far higher than everyone present, and everyone looked up slowly, and finally could only look up.

At the highest point, two pure golden eyes seemed to be holy, but two ivory-like teeth fell from the roof of the jaw and hung down in mid-air, but they were hideous, and the whole body was black as if it was forged from fine iron, but it was full of perseverance.

This is clearly a miniature version of the hundred-zhang giant.

At the same time, what Mo Chen didn't expect was that he was sent down by Jin Mang, as well as the Dharma Transformation of the Bone Desolate Dao people.

"Troll God?" everyone walked forward, and Mochen asked tentatively.

Who knew that the miniature version of the stone giant slowly shook his head, and Mo Chen immediately frowned, but before he could make a gesture, the miniature version of the stone giant opened his mouth and said, "Giant Spirit God." ”

His expression was extremely serious, but the speed of his speech was extremely slow, and his voice was hoarse as if gold and iron were torn apart, as if two weapons were cutting each other.

Mo Chen was stunned for a moment, it turned out that shaking his head was this one, he was previously infected by the evil demon of the power of Taixu, endangering the common people of Shenzhou, and everyone called it the troll god.

Now that the demon has been destroyed, he wants to change back to his original name, Mo Chen doesn't care, and immediately changes his name: "Giant Spirit God senior, now that the evil demon has been eliminated, can you send a few of us back to the Outer Sea Wasteland?"

Although he indirectly helped the giant spirit god a lot, and it can be regarded as a life-saving grace, Mo Chen is still thinking about the flame of the baby in the fire and Zhao Rencheng, who has not recovered from his serious injury, as for the benefits or something, he doesn't force it too much, after all, he didn't take the initiative to ask to save the giant demon god, if he received the benefits, he would be a little uncomfortable.

But who knew that the giant spirit god shook his head unhurriedly: "No...... Yes. ”

Maybe it's the relationship between the fine iron, or maybe it's the character of the giant spirit god, just two words, but the giant spirit god seems to be talking about the time of a cup of tea, and it is still the kind of slow and leisurely tone, which makes everyone's hearts itch and uncomfortable.

"No, why not? "Emperor Fengchi's mind is already active, and when he encounters the spirit creature of the giant spirit god, he is really anxious, and he can't wait to slap him.

I saw that the giant spirit god slowly raised his left hand, pointed to the white jade Buddha, and pointed at himself, and in the puzzled eyes of everyone, he slowly lowered his hand and stopped moving.

Seeing that the Emperor Wind Chimes were about to erupt, the White Jade Buddha immediately strode forward, scratched half of his head and sneered: "This guy's body is too hard to speak quickly, let me explain, the Giant Spirit God means that only me and it can shuttle back." ”

As the so-called breaking and then standing, it turned out that the hundred-zhang body behind the giant spirit god was like a divine sword cutting, and after being infected by the Taixu, it was already filthy and became a pile of wasteland and rotten stones.

At this time, the miniature form is that it has recondensed its body, and it has returned to its original time.

Similarly, most of the superb cultivation can be regarded as being abolished, and it has directly returned to the initial stage.

The White Jade Buddha and the Giant Spirit God are spiritual creatures of heaven and earth, and they are blessed by heaven and earth, and as long as they cultivate to achieve it, they can lead everyone through the void.

But now these two spiritual creatures, one crippled and the other disabled, let alone taking everyone through the void, even flying out of the Dongyao Heavenly Vein is a problem.

"That'...... Then we can only cross the open sea and fly back by ourselves?" Mo Chen's eyes widened, a little incredulous, this was a journey across two continents, and even high-level monks would need decades of flying to cross, let alone their group of low-level monks.

However, the expression of the White Jade Buddha made him completely lose his thoughts, only to see that it was still smiling, scratching half of its head in embarrassment, and it was clear that it was what Mo Chen thought.

But the next moment, the white jade Buddha suddenly solemnized again, and bowed seriously to everyone: "If there is something to the benefactors in the future, the ends of the earth, the sword mountain and the sea of fire, the poor monk will not dare to come!"

As he spoke, the White Jade Buddha also urged a breeze to entrust a small wooden fish to Mo Chen's hands.

The giant spirit god was not good at words, but his expression was also full of gratitude, and together with the mud and sand, it was wrapped in a seed, hovering in front of Mo Chen.