The moment he touched the surface of the water, Xiao He secretly cursed in his heart, he really can't turn his back on this little girl! Revenge when he sees the opportunity! He must still be thinking about the incident at the underground shuttle station in the Moonlight City yesterday! He danced and threw himself down, but his body did not have the slightest cold feeling of being immersed in the water and the discomfort of his clothes being pressed on his skin by the water. On the contrary, a rapid falling sensation from a high altitude quickly occupied Xiao He's brain.

The cold wind whistled in his ears, his sleeves hunted, and the strong currents made him unable to breathe. He barely opened his eyes, and realized that he had fallen into some kind of lake, but from the sky towards a towering mountain!

Is the lake a portal?

Xiao He thought so. His body lost its balance in the air, rolled up, slammed to the ground in his heart-rending whistling, bounced again, and rolled in circles. Xiao He twitched his limbs on the ground in horror, his hands were scratched, but he found that he was safe and sound, and he was just stained with some dirt on his body. Then she began to curse loudly at Shuo Ye, this dead woman, always playing this game of falling from a high altitude with herself!

A figure suddenly flickered in front of him, Xiao He thought it was the night, so he stood up angrily, and was about to ask a question, but he was firmly frightened.

The man was not a new night, but a very demonic person.

He opened a pair of empty eyes in vain, and the confused, cramped, and unrelenting solitary light scattered and softly looked at Xiao He, but it seemed to be looking at the endless void behind him. His hair was a little messy, his cheeks were sunken, and he floated past him like a ghost, and he didn't even look at Xiao He, and with a strange aura, he stepped back step by step.

Xiao He was so stunned by his eyes and movements that he took two steps back, but he knocked down something behind him, and turned around suddenly, only to find that he was another person who had fallen into an evil spirit! The person was hit by Xiao He and crooked, but he ignored Xiao He, staring at the same pair of confused and empty eyes, floating into the distance like a ghost.

What the hell is this? Xiao He was so shocked by such a strange scene that he was really speechless, and he couldn't help but put on an offensive posture. At this time, he noticed that the surrounding scene was actually a desolate scorched earth. The green smoke was like silk, covered with a thin layer of scorched earth, and in the distance was a vast white mist, making the heavens and the earth gray except for black. Xiao He raised his head, a looming tall mountain peak stood abruptly in the white mist, Zhong Lingyu was beautiful, the fairy aura was curling, the green peaks were stacked, it was magnificent, and the scorched earth at the foot of the mountain formed a strong contrast.

There was a sound behind him, Xiao He turned around, and found that there were many figures in the white mist, swaying, slowly coming towards him. When he took a closer look, it was actually several people with expressionless faces and empty eyes who slowly walked out of the white mist, crossed Xiao He, and walked towards the tall mountain peak!

What kind of place is this? If this is Wuji Peak, which should be a blessed land of immortals, how can there be such a strange scene? He shuttled through the vast crowd, running, shouting, no one paid attention to him, and no one saw him.

At this time, two figures slashed into the air, broke through the airflow, grabbed Xiao He, and rushed straight into the sky. Xiao He looked up and found that it was Lingyi who was holding him, and Shuo Ye was on the other side. The two of them took Xiao He to break through the clouds and mist, and suddenly the golden light was full of golden light, and the fairy aura was full of immortal energy, and the tall mountain with abundant spiritual energy clearly appeared in front of Xiao He's eyes.

Presumably, this is the real Wuji Peak.

Just as he broke through the clouds, Xiao He glanced at the root of the mountain. In the looming mist, a shocking scene completely frightened Xiao He's heart. I saw that the bottom of such a sacred Wuji Peak was densely crawled with people, they were like maggots on tarsal bones, climbing up one by one, hysterically reaching out their hands upward, and their empty eyes flashed with extreme longing. Upward, there are seven towering giants that have been petrified with their broad shoulders against the roots of the mountain, with strange postures, but without exception they are all resolute appearances of twisting their eyebrows and pouting, holding up the Wuji Peak. The giant's body has been sharpened into sharp stone blades, with simple and mysterious lines, and the dragon is crawling and clinging. Those who were like maggots clinged to the insteps and calves of these giants, and looked from afar, as if the giants had stepped on the sand that had sunk into the surface of their feet.

And these people are the lowly sand.

Xiao He was stunned by this majestic and vast scene like a meaningful abstract painting, until the three of them slowly walked on the bluestone platform somewhere in Wuji Peak, Xiao He was still stunned, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"What Feng Bo was looking for yesterday was the souls of these lost people. Under the Wuji Peak is the Six Desires Wasteland, heaven and earth, if anyone wants to go up to the Wuji Peak to seek the ultimate path, only by hiking through the Six Desires Wasteland. In the wasteland, those who are cold and numb with the six desires are for the sake of extinction, and those who are degenerate and greedy are for the sake of hatred. Only those who can sublimate the six desires into compassion and joy can have no heart and no form, and set foot on the Infinite Peak with a pure and plain Dao heart. ”

Shuo Ye said to Xiao He seriously.

"You're lucky enough to be able to set foot directly on the Infinite Peak. Countless people have worked hard to cultivate for decades, even a hundred years, and have just touched the doorway and come to Kunlun to seek immortals, but as a result, they have been trapped in the Six Desires Wasteland for hundreds of years, and their bodies have disappeared and turned into lonely souls in heaven and earth. ”

Xiao He was silent. He looked at the giants holding up the Infinite Peak, and asked in a deep voice, "What about these giants...... Yes?"

"The Seven Sons of Calvary are the descendants of the ancient god of war, Chiyou, a giant spirit of a half-human and half-god. In the first Immortal Demon War, from the hundreds of millions of demon beast armies, they worked together to hold up the entire Wuji Peak with their flesh and blood, so that Kunlun was spared. Later, due to the exhaustion of spiritual power, he turned into a stone statue and fell into a deep sleep. Shuo Ye also looked at the giants with resolute lines and eternal eyes, and his eyes were full of awe. Xiao He seemed to look at those hollow stones that had been weathered for thousands of years, and the depths of the stone eyes were full of bright and ancient light.

"Let's go, it's too late. Shuo Ye said to Xiao He in a rare tone, serious and peaceful. Maybe Xiao He was already heavy and serious at this time, and Shuo Ye was not good at being coquettish. With that, the three of them walked along the spacious white jade avenue towards the Kunlun sect located at the top of the mountain.

This Spirit Void Pavilion was formed a long time ago by the heads of various sects and served as cabinet elders. The Lingxu Pavilion was independent of the Immortal Court, which governed the mortal world and the hell, and was the Jiuyi of the New Immortal Realm that was specially used to command the secret power at that time. The Pavilion has no physical location, and meetings are held from time to time to discuss confidential matters. The location of the meeting is also random, this year in Penglai, in ten years, maybe you will go to Shushan.

Due to the fact that Jiuyi was founded specifically for the Qingling Void Ming Divine Sect at that time, now that the Divine Sect has disappeared, the Elder Council of the Spirit Void Pavilion has also been held once a year, to once every ten years, and now it cannot be held once in a hundred years. In addition, Jiuyi has been stationed in the mortal world for a long time, so he also asked ** to manage it in the mortal world, and completely delegated power to the leader of Jiuyi. It's been hundreds of years, and it's been so peaceful.

And this Wuji Peak, Xiao He walked up and found that it was not just a mountain. It is a combination of a huge main peak called Wuji and several small peaks that linger around it like stars, hidden in a space called Taixu. Wuji Peak secretly combines the Bagua Yin and Yang, and there are teleportation formations in different directions to connect the various sects and the current Immortal Court, if there is any emergency, all the giants of the new Immortal Realm can be summoned in the fastest time.

According to the introduction of the swordsman who went down the mountain to greet the three of them on the road, Kunlun Wuji Peak was originally a holy place where Hongjun Ancestor broke through the pass in ancient times, and it was also the place where the founding Yuan Ling discovered his natal artifact, the artifact of creation. It is not only the foundation of the Kunlun School, but also the birthplace of the world's immortal arts and the spiritual symbol of the fairy world.

Xiao He secretly thought, no wonder the Half-Human and Demigod Skull Seven Sons risked turning into a stone man to protect Wuji Peak, once Wuji Peak was captured, it would mean that the fairy world was also finished.

"Lord Shuoye, Lord Lingyi, Lord Xiao He, please. The white-faced but very serious swordsman led the three of them to a magnificent pavilion with carved beams and paintings, made a gesture of invitation, and then took his leave, turning into a flying sword and breaking through the air. Xiao He looked up at the Sensen Palace in front of him, which was five or six tall for him just by the main hall gate, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Although this place is full of fairy spirit, like a dream, but it is also sparsely populated, filled with coldness and coldness, he glanced at Shuo Ye, Shuo Ye nodded slightly, and walked in with him.