At this time, the Heavenly Sword Gate's return to the wind finally resumed the cultivation of the gods!

The Heavenly Sword Sect has a god-transforming monk, and it is still an old monster that has survived for 30,000 years, and this monk has directly shocked all the major sects.

Under the narration of the attribution to the wind, the various sects finally knew all the allusions from tens of thousands of years ago, and for the coming of these demons, the mysterious people of the upper realm, all of this was unveiled under the explanation of attribution to the wind.

After the movement of the Heavenly Fire Continent quietly calmed down, the people who returned to the Wind and the Hundred Grass Gate were suddenly dumbfounded.

Wang An is gone!

Although the aura on the natal card was very dim, it was never possible to contact him.

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The flowers bloom side by side, and the words are divided into two ends.

Let's say that when Wang An was in the Immortal Lake, he was seriously injured, and finally was directly sucked into the hazy scene by the mysterious suction.

At that time, he felt an irresistible force constantly pulling him, and then he was dizzy and burst into a mysterious passage.

The passage was surrounded by free points of light, and a powerful and sharp sense of oppression was surging.

Originally, he was seriously injured, and Zu Wuyin's body was broken, and under this powerful oppression, Wang An's face was like earth, and his divine senses were both in a state of extreme pain.

In the end, I felt that my eyes were black and I fainted directly.

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Jinling Continent, an interface parallel to the Heavenly Fire Continent.

However, the destruction of the war was very limited, so the aura of heaven and earth was still very strong, the order of the Great Dao was very stable, and someone would ascend every thousand years.

Not to mention that Yuan Ying is everywhere here, Jindan monks can definitely be seen everywhere.

Humans and cultivation here are vaguely intertwined, and mortals are not ignorant of cultivation, and monks can often be seen in mortal cities.

In Jinling Continent, the largest sect belongs to the Jin Ling Sect, and the nearest ascended monk is from the Jin Ling Sect.

In Jinling Continent, Danshi, Fu, and Dharma Circle each have a strict association, which is extremely powerful, but they generally do not participate in sect battles.

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Flame Mountain, a small mountain range in the north of Jinling Continent, has many burning trees like flames, and most of the stones on the mountain are red.

There are many herbs on the mountain, rich in precious stones, and many birds and animals.

This mountain range is only a hundred miles long, and there are many hunters and farmers living here for generations, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, collecting medicine and hunting, and feeding countless people.

Because of the large number of hunters, the people here are fierce and fierce, so it is very favored by the ordinary empire, and often comes here to recruit people.

The chosen person means that the family can leave this mountain with them; if they have military merits, they will be crowned marquis and pay homage to the prime minister, and they will be just around the corner.

An old two-bedroom house stands alone at the foot of the hill, made of stone and yellow mud.

In the hall sat an old man and a young man eating, and there was nothing in the room except a table and two stools, and the owner seemed to be destitute.

Both of them had porridge in their hands, and there was only a plate of yellowed greens on the table.

The old man had gray temples and a kind face, and he was wearing a gray patched cloth coat, and the straw sandals on his feet could be faintly seen stained with a trace of mud.

Sitting across from him was a little girl of seven or eight years old, with two crooked pigtails, bright and clear eyes, a round face, and a small nose, which made it a little regrettable that she was a little pale and obviously malnourished.

She was wearing a patched green short, perhaps a strange color that had been washed many times.

"If you eat more, after eating, we will go up the mountain to collect medicine today!" Xiao Yancheng looked at his granddaughter and said with a doting face.

"Yes, Grandpa!" the little girl smiled cutely, and her little eyes rolled slightly.

After speaking, he sucked the porridge in the bowl hard, and it was extremely cute.

Xiao Ruoli's mother died in childbirth when she was two years old, and when she was two years old, her father went hunting in the mountains and fell off the cliff to pick a medicine that grew on the cliff.

This way is all dependent on Xiao Yancheng to pull over, in the past few years, Xiao Yancheng has been old, unable to hunt, and others are unwilling to take him with him, so the family is poor and very poor.

The people in the mountains are simple, and when they see their grandchildren and grandchildren, sometimes they hit the prey, and occasionally send a little to their family.

However, Xiao Yancheng is stubborn by nature, and often goes to the mountains to collect medicine, and he dreams that one day he can earn enough money to send his little granddaughter to school in the city.

The rich families here are basically sent to learn literature and martial arts, and after learning literature and martial arts, it is easier to be selected into the army, even if you live here, at least you don't have to worry about hunting.

Although many people here are illiterate, Xiao Yancheng has such a dream that his little granddaughter can go to school in the city, and even if she is tired to death, she will also go to collect medicine to make money.

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"Grandpa, I'm full!" Xiao Ruoli licked the bowl clean, and then said to Xiao Yancheng who was in a daze.

"Well, I'll go up the hill in a minute. ”

After cleaning up, Xiao Yancheng picked up a contemptuous back basket outside the door and put it on his back, there was a small medicine hoe in the bamboo basket, and a sharp knife with the thickness of two fingers hung on his waist.

Xiao Ruoli, who was following Xiao Yancheng, also put a small bamboo basket on her back, which Xiao Yancheng specially made for her.

For finding herbs, Xiao Yancheng has lived a lot of years, so he naturally has his own way. It's just that now that he is old, he doesn't dare to go too deep into the mountains, and if he encounters a big bug, their grandfather and grandson will not have to die.

It is a shady hillside, and the slope is full of exposed red stones, as well as overgrown with various red trees and overgrown weeds.

Xiao Yancheng held a wooden stick in his hand, and occasionally pressed down the weeds and passed through the grass.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the two of them had climbed halfway up the hill, but the harvest was very little, only one elixir.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry. Xiao Ruoli, who was a little out of breath, sat on the ground, touched his stomach, pouted and said.

I saw that there were several red marks on her face and hands, which were obviously scratched by weeds.

"Well, let's go back first. Xiao Yancheng sighed and looked up at the weeds growing on the mountain.

It is very dangerous to go deep into the mountains and forests, and now he does not dare to take risks with his granddaughter Xiao Yancheng.

One old and one young walked down the direction on the left.

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On the left side of the hillside, somewhere in the hinterland the meadow seemed to be burned by fire, and a ragged, bloodstained, muscular man with a healthy bronza lay quietly on the ground.

This man's face was covered with bruises, and his facial features were faintly recognizable, and he was very young.

His chest was faintly visible, showing that he was still alive.