Thousands of miles of 'milli mountain', the twilight is gloomy, and the divine light is dim.

Gray clouds, thousands of miles misty, obscuring the clouds outside the sky.

The miserable green breath, eerie, eerie, permeated the undulating mountains. made the land of 'Hao Mountain' fall into a strange silence for a while.

In this land, an oppressive silence is brewing.

Only, a jasper-like divine light, hanging high in the void, is clearly visible, like a heavenly needle, emitting a faint soft light.

And in the mountain stream that exudes divine light, there are two figures sitting in the middle, looming in the jasper-like gods.

When the gods of heaven and earth were born, all kinds of visions appeared, and all laws worshipped, stirring up the wind and clouds.

At this time, the divine object is connected to heaven and earth, sympathetic to qi and number, and is pregnant with infinite strength.

If you move the gods without permission, you forcibly take the gods. It will inevitably lead to the chaos and disorder of the qi of this heaven and earth, and the infinite power will pour out, even the innate divine can hardly resist this vast force. It will only be a waste of waste, and the supreme Dao body of one's own body.

And their cultivation is shallow, and they don't even have the ability to touch the qi number here to fight back. Only by waiting patiently for this divine light to fade away with the passage of time can the true face of the divine object be revealed.

"Boss, let's... This... Will it work?"

'Lei' pursed his lips and pointed to the gray clouds.

"Hmph... I didn't expect it all... Let's not underestimate these great powerhouses in the East Pole. ”

"It's... That is, it can confuse some of the outside of the Mysterious Domain..."

"Again... It's just a matter of blocking some 'trash fish'. ”

'Yu' sneered, but there was a solemnity in his eyes. Obviously, it wasn't as casual as he said.

Biluo Huangquan Qi is not simple, it can be said that the two brothers have the magic power to press the bottom of the box.

It is 'Yu' and 'Lei', the masters of these two brothers, and the immortal powers passed down.

Biluo and Huangquan are all refined from the turbidity of the earth, thick and majestic, and they are overwhelming. Protecting oneself and fighting have unimaginable wonders. If the two are combined, a complete Biluo Yellow Spring will be derived. The power generated is that even if the gods and demons don't notice it, they will also fall into it. However, with immortal supernatural powers and vast powers, how could two innate beings who were not in the flow of gods and demons be able to easily cultivate and attain enlightenment?

Just because, these two are brothers and sisters, who have relied on each other since childhood to practice together, worship a sacred god as a teacher and father, and are inseparable from each other;

Talent, clever general, one person and one breath, the evolution of Biluo Huangquan great power.

This qi is complete, and the law is supreme, covering the heavens and disturbing the number of qi. It is intertwined with the turbidity of the earth, and it is one, as if it is empty and empty, it seems to be an illusion, empty and selfless. Only the true transmission of the same great supernatural power can break through this obstacle with one effort.

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And on the other side of the 'Milli Mountain'.

A sturdy figure, galloping hard in the silent mountains, flashed with illusory images. All the ancient trees and boulders that blocked his steps were smashed by his flesh and blood, and they passed straight through.

It wasn't until he saw a camp in front of him that he slowed down.

Inside the camp, piles of stones piled up bonfires burned around the flat camp. The shadow brought by the gray clouds was burned around, and the faces of the tribesmen were full of red glow. Groups of big men gathered around the bonfire, laughing and scolding, roasting large chunks of flesh and bones overflowing with golden honey.

The sturdy figure, looking at the lively scene in the camp, had a faint worry in his eyes.

After this incident, how many tribes will be able to gather here again, and how many will be splashed with blood in the mountains, and there will be no bones left.

He thought silently.

"'Bing' big brother..."

A strong man, who was frolicking with his companions, glanced over the camp, glanced at him, and stood up violently.

"'Bing' big brother..."

"'Bing' big brother... You're back..."

The big man's voice was loud like thunder, and it woke up a group of companions. The big men turned around one after another and saw 'Bing' standing quietly in front of the camp gate. He also stepped forward, his expression full of surprise.

"I have something important to do now... Tell the chiefs... It's urgent... Don't delay..."

Bing's gaze swept over the group of brothers surrounding him, gentle and hard, majestic and courageous, with a heroic spirit.

"Yes..."

A group of big men, suppressing the joy in their hearts, bowed their heads and promised, as if facing the elders of the tribe, full of reverence.

Immediately, a group of big men got out of the way and returned to their respective campfires to sit down.

'Bing' is a tribal warrior, the leader of the younger generation of 'Haoshan'. The divine power is amazing, the power can carry the mountain, the person is grand, the chic and heroic, and has won the trust and admiration of the people. In this frosted tribe, the depth of authority is almost comparable to that of the tribal elders.

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At the same time, inside a modest camp.

"Chief, let's... I really want to combine it with the scrub..."

A man with knotted muscles and bones and a very rough appearance asked suspiciously.

"Why not..."

This is a high-spirited middle-aged man, with thick black hair, pregnant with divine lines, and looking forward to his own majesty and radiance. However, there was also a touch of hardness and toughness in his countenance.

"We're all here to survive..."

"We are in the same situation with each other... Shouldn't we unite..."

The leader looked up at the sky, his gaze deep and lofty, as if he had seen through the gray clouds that shrouded the 'Milli Mountain'.

"I just think they have bad intentions..."

"Ill-intentioned..."

It was an old man with a cane in his hand, his face furrowed and wrinkled all over his thin face. As he spoke, he pinched the texture on the vine from time to time.

"Uncle..."

The leader frowned and looked at the restrained old man, his eyes full of guilt.

This old man is extraordinary, and he has a very strong voice in the tribe.

Not only is he extremely senior, he was born in the upper echelons of the tribe, and he is the uncle of the current chief, and he is extremely respected in the tribe.

It is the way of cultivation, and it is also the most mysterious, and it is not false. It is the living fossil of this grinding tribe, an old antique, inheriting the secret method of sharpening the mystery.

However, this 'big event' is a matter of life and death for the tribe.

For the sake of the tribe, for the sake of the 'great plan', the old man can only be sacrificed like this. Even if this is his 'uncle'.

If you grab the artifact, what will happen after you get out of the 'Milli Mountain'...... And the indescribable way of gods and demons...

The leader thought so, but his heart was already on fire.

"I hope you're right... Anyway, I've lived dozens of years of luck with this old decay, and... Enough."

The old man couldn't help but sigh when he saw that although the man's eyes were full of shame, his expression was still firm as usual.

The number of one fortune is three hundred and sixty years. Dozens of shipments, almost 10,000 years. Among today's innate beings, there are very few people who can live to such a long time. Each one has a deep heritage.

"I also hope... I'm going to die... It can be worth something..."

The old man muttered under his breath.