With a wave of his hand, he released the Purple Winged Blood Marten and the three golden lions, and ordered the two beasts to go back to Guanlan City to ensure the safety of his loved ones.

At the same time, he took out a blank piece of paper, and as Gu Qiu's mind moved, a line of handwriting appeared on it, and he asked the two beasts to bring it to Xiao Weiran, and it took time to go to the Kunchi God Realm, but it was necessary for Xiao Weiran to find a way to come up with a statement, so as not to worry his close relatives.

"Let's go, enter the Kunchi God Realm!"

Everything has been decided, he is not delaying, what is the situation of the Flying Feather Holy Land in the Kunchi Divine Realm now, even the innate monks who stayed here do not know, he also wants to go as soon as possible.

Wang Ziqing bowed slightly, his pretty face was solemn, he didn't say anything, and directly took Gu Qiu to the place where the cross-border passage was located.

She is not worried that Gu Qiu has bad intentions, the Flying Feather Holy Land in the other realm, the strong are like clouds, and the disciples of the innate realm are only the weakest group, and they don't know how many Jindan, Yuanying, and even the Transformation of God and Return to Void there are.

After all, as a great holy land, it occupies millions of miles of land in the Kunchi Divine Realm, even if it is declining now, it is not comparable to ordinary forces.

Emaciated camels are bigger than horses.

Although Gu Qiu is innate and invincible, it is still as small as an ant compared to the countless powerhouses in the Flying Feather Holy Land.

All the way, only half an hour later, we have arrived.

Here is a valley, the flowers are fragrant and the birds are singing, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the forest is luxuriant, the stream and the river are clear, and the scenery is very beautiful.

But what kind of character is Guqiu?

Just by a glance, I knew that the scene in front of me was just a virtual scene conjured up by the formation.

Under the leadership of Wang Ziqing, the two of them passed through the nine-fold formation, which included a killing array, a phantom array, a maze array, a trapped array, etc., which were very complicated and could not be laid out by ordinary monks.

However, for Gu Qiu, these are all like fictitious things, and they can be crossed in a few steps.

Coming to the center of the valley, an oval light gate with a slight blue light hung in the air, exuding a hazy color, and there were gaps in the surrounding space from time to time, which was terrifying.

Gu Qiu glanced at it and knew that this spatial portal was set up by a god king!

In the heavens and all worlds, the God Emperor is almost invisible, and there will be no one for tens of thousands of years, which is extremely difficult.

The God Emperor hides nothingness, wholeheartedly participates in the emperor's way, has no intention of strife, and after ten thousand years, there may not be a God Emperor coming to the world.

Only the king of gods sits in the heavens!

Any god king is a terrifying character, his words follow the law, the Dao fruit is almost immortal, the three flowers gather at the top, and the five qi are the yuan!

In ancient times, the Flood Desolate Continent was powerful in the heavens, and at that time, all the saints were side by side, and there were several emperors of the gods, which were extremely powerful.

In order to show generosity, several great gods and emperors of the flood wilderness are allowed to fly to the flood and enjoy immortality!

Therefore, the Flood Desolate Continent is also known as the Earth Immortal Realm by the hundreds of millions of races in the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms!

And the power of the god king, in the flood wilderness, is called the Great Luo Golden Immortal!

It is conceivable that the power of the God King is so great, this is the power that even the ancient powerful and invincible Flood Wilderness has been recognized, and it has been awarded the title of Da Luo Golden Immortal.

And this blue portal in front of Guqiu is the ancestor of the Flying Feather Holy Land who doesn't know which generation set it up and left it to future generations.

Although such characters are not enough to understand the great secrets of the earth, they must also perceive the extraordinaryness of this place, otherwise, how could they have worked so hard to leave a passage?

They are suffering from the fact that the earth is blocked inside and outside, and they cannot enter, so they can only set up portals and wait for the blockade to be loosened in the future, so that future generations can enter and seize the opportunities that may exist.

Gu Qiu shook his head, how could the secrets of the earth be coveted by a mere god king?

If it spreads, even the God Emperor will be moved.

The two of them took one step and stepped into the spatial portal, and in an instant, the world swirled, as if the entire body had been decomposed, and they couldn't perceive it.

Gu Qiu watched coldly, now that his cultivation is low, he can't resist the power of space at all, so he can only go with the flow and let the space avenue transport him quickly.

I don't know how long it took, the two of them suddenly felt down-to-earth and stood steadily, but the difference was that Gu Qiu's face was still indifferent and unchanged, while Wang Ziqing next to him was pale and terrifying, and the injuries on his body had not yet healed, so he looked extremely weak.

"Who?!"

Two delicate drinks came, and then one left and one right, and the breath of two Jindan real people suddenly rose, like two majestic sacred mountains, volleyed down.

But in an instant, before the terrifying pressure could act on the two of them, it suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

"It's Ziqing!"

A sword-wielding woman on the left, who seemed to be twenty-eight years old, snorted softly, and then turned her gaze to Gu Qiu.

"Who are you?"

The other woman frowned and asked lightly, because they came with Wang Ziqing, their hostility had subsided by half, but they were still quite vigilant looking at Gu Qiu.

Gu Qiu ignored the two girls, he raised his head, looked at everything in front of him attentively, and thought of a lot.

In the distance, nine mountain peaks hang in the air, as high as 9,000 zhang, towering, huge and terrifying, exuding monstrous white light, shining on the void of thousands of miles, all into a white scene.

These are the nine giant peaks that he went overseas to ingest in the depths of the sea!

On the left, on the top of a mountain peak, where the golden light enveloped everything, and only a vague view could be seen, with attics lined up and divine light sprinkled through.

This was the place where he practiced back then......

On the opposite side, on a slightly lower peak, a small building stands lonely, without brilliance or brilliance, like the most ordinary pavilion.

Guqiu seemed to have a girl in front of him, with a peerless appearance, smiling shallowly, sitting in front of the attic, a guqin was placed horizontally on his lap, smiling skillfully, and his smart hands stroked the strings, and the faint divine sound was transmitted to the opposite side and to his ears.

Gu Qiu inhaled deeply, full of emotion, and said softly, "I'm back." ”

Thundered!

Suddenly, as Gu Qiu's words fell, the earth began to shake, and the nine white giant peaks in the distance shook in unison, and the meaning of joy could be clearly sensed even by ordinary disciples of the Flying Feather Holy Land.

On the top of the mountain peak on the left, the golden light shines brightly, the holy sound is sung, and the attics reveal this joy, as if they are reunited after a long absence, and the joy is strong.

On the opposite side, in the lonely small building, wisps of piano sound sounded instantly, cheerful and beautiful, and spread throughout the entire Flying Feather Holy Land.

Farther away, patches of dense divine light appeared, shining in the world, but without exception, they all revealed great joy!

In an instant, the entire Flying Feather Holy Land seemed to be full of joy, cheering everywhere, the spiritual power of heaven and earth flew back and forth, and the Dao Ruicai condensed in the sky, amazing countless monks.

"What's going on?"

In the main hall of the Flying Feather Holy Land, Tang Yinghan, the Holy Lord of the Flying Feather, sat on his head, shrouded in a layer of white cold light, vague, like a cold girl who walked out of the painting, and shouted loudly at this time.

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