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Unknown land.

The water comes from the mountains, deep and silent.

Strange rocks come out of the water, large or small, and stand like protruding saber teeth.

There is a demon tree on it, ten zhang high, curved like a snake, miserable white and dull, there are mushrooms growing on the wood, clusters, like a child's face.

Thousands, thousands, thousands, gathered together, eyes widened.

When the cold wind blows, there are hidden ghosts crying wolves howling, and resentment rushes into the sky.

I don't know how many Yin Spirits are in groups, tangible but insubstantial, their bodies floating on the water, with strange pattern-like armor on their bodies, and black scythes half a human height in their hands.

The army of yin spirits, or there are still unknown ghosts, are surging forward.

From a distance, it looks like a gray tide, mighty and irresistible.

Before it gets close, it's creepy.

On the boat, the golden jade pavilion, the octagonal hanging mang, planted with pines and cypresses, green bamboo, peonies, plantains, and so on, etc., contrast with each other.

A girl in a red dress is born pretty, with a natural charm and a delicate face, but her beautiful eyes are as clear as water, without the slightest impurity.

When she saw the Yin Spirit army coming, she muttered, pointed at her slender jade hand, and as soon as the clouds of Tianmen opened, a golden sword pill jumped out of it.

The sword qi is up and down, each of which has ten zhang, and the tail wing is haloed with star wheels of different sizes, and the fine and dense seal inscriptions are born and destroyed in it, and the power is incomparable.

It's really a death, a death, and there is no one round of enemies.

In a short time, the seemingly overwhelming army of Yin Spirits was all killed, and all the sword lights suddenly turned, converged into one, turned into a sword pill again, and fell down, falling into the girl's heavenly gate.

"Oops,"

The girl groaned softly and crisply, her voice was crisp, but she was impatient, and said, "There are so many demons and demons and yin spirits, when will it be a head." ”

Since there is a demon boy in the wasteland resentment lake who was born with resentment, gained the Tao and transformed into a form, and grew into an existence that is not inferior to the true immortal, it has set off a storm and made the Immortal Dao Xuanmen suffer a big loss.

In such a situation, the forces led by the True Yang Sect would definitely not give up, so they began to send disciples to stop it from wreaking havoc in the wasteland.

Battles like today's, in recent times, are simply as much as a cow's hair.

Rao is a sword immortal who specializes in kendo like a girl, and she has a sense of exhaustion in the non-stop killing battle.

"Haha,"

The sound of laughter came from the depths of the magic boat, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps, like a mountain, a young man with long eyebrows and long eyes, hands over his knees, strode out, carrying a heavy sword of astonishing size behind him, and said, "Even the little junior sister who has always liked the fighting method the most can't stand it." ”

The girl glanced at him, clasped her hands on her knees, leaned on the back of the sandalwood couch, the delicate hollow pattern reflected the delicate face, and said, "If it weren't for the great reward in the sect, I wouldn't want to stay in this ghost place, after a long time, there is a bad smell on my body." ”

The young man laughed, the heavy sword behind his back made a buzzing sound, and raised his eyebrows, "If the little junior sister is unwilling to make a move, then take a good rest, and leave the rest to me." ”

"Then leave it to Senior Brother Wei. ”

The girl muttered, pulled the silk sheet, wrapped her body, and said, "I really don't know, why don't the immortals in the sect take action to destroy the source of evil, but let our group of juniors fight here to live and die?"

It's strange to say, the situation in the wasteland has changed greatly, and the evil spirit is soaring, but the immortal venerables of the True Yang Sect or other sects rarely have true immortals coming, either sending incarnations, or sacrificing magic weapons, just to maintain the situation, and it seems that they don't have the intention of completely suppressing it.

"The Immortal Venerables must have their own plans. ”

The young man shook his head, although they were the true people of the Yuan Shen, they were still elusive about the thoughts of the high Immortal Venerable.

The two stopped talking, and the boat fell silent.

Only the pines and cypresses are left in the bamboo-colored shadows, and the marble washes the bones, which is crystal clear.

The water outside was sparkling, bubbling from time to time, revealing gloom.

I don't know how long it took, but the two of them suddenly raised their heads, and saw that the water in front of them was expanding at an unbelievable speed, and the ripples of the water halo spread out in all directions, colorful and different.

In each layer of water halo, there are thousands of seals circulating, intertwined into a variety of different pictures.

At first glance, it looks like a space, real.

From it, there were all kinds of sounds, there were fairy sounds and music, there were gods and demons howling, and two completely different forces were spinning.

"What is this?"

The men and women on the Dharma Boat glanced at each other, and they could see the horror in each other's eyes, but in the current situation, they were affected by the terrifying power, and they didn't even have the power to act.

The Dharma Boat that can sail in the lake of resentment and the wasteland is like a flat boat in a storm under this power, powerless.

It's not just a force, it's a magnetic field that distorts space-time, permeating the surroundings, like a black hole, devouring everything.

The rising stars of the two Xuanmen Immortal Dao, the Yuanshen Zhenren who was high up in the eyes of ordinary disciples, stood in a daze in this space-time magnetic field, without doing anything.

Never, the two of them just felt that time was unprecedentedly slow, driving people crazy and mad.

After a while, the halo seemed to expand to its limit, no longer expanding to all sides, so it was stacked on top of each other, lifted up, and turned into a high arch.

The arch stood in the middle of the water, as if it were real and illusory, and the color of black hung down, rough like the scale armor of a demon god.

"Could it be that a demon came to the world?"

The two people on the Dharma Boat saw the magic pattern on the arch, their faces turned pale, if there was really a big demon coming into the world, they would really be dead.

The next moment,

The arch shook, and the surrounding magic patterns were brilliant, and a figure stepped out of it, like a moonlight in the water, and then from blurry to clear.

The vast, majestic, and magnificent immortal light is centered on people, spreading out to all sides, and all the demonic energy, evil energy, ghost energy, dead energy, and yin energy around it are all swept away.

In the whole space, the golden flowers fell, the fairy sound was agitated, and the luster of the flowing jade texture was pervasive, up and down, left and right, crystal frost white, like Yaochi Qiongjie, curling Yingying.

"This,"

The two people on the Dharma Boat were dumbfounded, they really didn't expect that the figure that came out of the demonic arch was actually such a vast immortal light, it was a real Xuanmen true immortal.

Even if they can't see the faces of the people who came, they only feel full of light, but the two can be 100% sure that the other party is definitely not a demon.

"Wasteland,"

After Chen Yan successfully shuttled through time and space through the inexplicable connection between the stone tablet and the wasteland, his divine consciousness turned, and the information of the surrounding heaven and earth naturally came into his ears, and he suddenly raised his head, with a look of surprise on his face.