As the majestic voice fell, the light flashed in the hand of the cultivator surnamed Chen of the Vientiane Immortal Sect, and there was already an ancient mirror.

The whole body of the ancient mirror exuded a faint white light, and when he looked at it, he saw that there were thousands of scenes changing on the ancient mirror, and the female cultivator surnamed Demon Yin Dao Ji on the side saw this ancient mirror, and her pupils shrank slightly: "Xiaoqian Phantom Mirror." ”

As she spoke, the female cultivator said with a smile on her face: "Brother Chen Dao has this ancient mirror, why did he take it out at this time?"

The cultivator surnamed Chen said coldly: "Ji Daoyou is afraid that I don't know, this little thousand illusion mirror has been damaged, and with my strength, I am afraid that it will not last long." ”

"Right now, I hope that the two Taoist friends will work together to see whose house this immortal fruit falls on. ”

"It's so good, my little sister also wants to meet, what is that genius junior, who has such an opportunity. The female cultivator surnamed Moyin Daoji smiled and looked at the old man surnamed Li.

The old man surnamed Li also said: "The immortal fruit is very important, since Chen Daoyou has taken out the Xiaoqian Illusion Mirror, naturally Chen Daoyou can't bear it alone." ”

Seeing that the two of them had no objections, Chen surnamed Xiu took a deep breath, and as soon as he raised his hand, the Xiaoqian Illusion Mirror rippled like water waves.

The female cultivator surnamed Ji and the old man surnamed Li also pinched the seal, and the light of the Xiaoqian Illusion Mirror was flourishing, and a storm was set off around them, and scenes in the central realm emerged.

The wind was surging, and thousands of cultivators in the Moon Valley were hunting in rags, looking at the scene in the Xiao Qian Illusion Mirror, everyone's faces were filled with complex emotions such as worry, nervousness, and hope.

In the illusion mirror, I saw that the aura of heaven and earth in the first realm of the central realm formed a tornado, rolling towards the first layer of the double realm, and breaking through the barrier of the first layer in a blink of an eye.

Among the thousands of cultivators on the first layer, some of them couldn't dodge and were caught up in it, and their bodies were instantly torn apart and shattered, sprinkling bursts of blood.

Some cultivators who escaped quickly crushed the jade slip in their hands, and in a package of light, they teleported out of the central realm.

After some sighs, he handed over the bag and walked towards the place where his master was, calmed his mind slightly, and followed everyone's gaze to look at the thousand illusion mirrors.

The aura storm had already entered the first layer of the Dual Realm, and the green light spots of the originally green world had completely disappeared, and a large amount of aura was injected into the attacking aura tornado, and then towards the second, third, fourth, and finally fifth, surging wildly towards one of the altars.

This scene made the expressions of thousands of cultivators inside and outside the Central Realm solemn, it was the first time in thousands of years that they had seen such a drastic change, and they had directly destroyed the isolation barriers of the First and Second Realms of the Central Realm...

But everyone is also looking forward to and worrying more and more, secretly guessing that the fairy fruit may already have an owner, but who got it?

Everyone wanted to see clearly, but the mirror was full of riotous aura, completely blocking everyone's vision.

The field of vision is difficult to see, and there is the obstruction of the Xuan magnetic storm, even the great monks of the Yuan Infant Stage cannot explore, and now they can only wait.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it was mid-day.

At the fifth layer of the Central Realm Dual Realm, Chen Mo had already absorbed the aura of heaven and earth for half a day.

The aura in the outside world has not decreased at all, and the aura in Chen Mo's body has not increased at all, but Yan Lingyu beside him, especially the blood-clothed Yan Nanfei, can no longer bear it.

At this time, no matter how much he urged the natal spirit plant, he could not enter the sixth layer, and the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth frantically poured into his body, and if he continued like this, he could only be supported by the aura for a way.

Yan Nanfei's eyes froze, and he decisively crushed a piece of jade slip.

The jade was reduced to a white light, enveloping him, and the next moment there seemed to be a strong force in the world that began to repel him, and disappeared from the blood altar in the blink of an eye.

Not long after, Yan Nanfei had already appeared in the center of the Moon Valley, and at this time, his natal spirit plant remained in his body, and without the slightest hesitation, he handed over the bag and found a way to stay away from the place of right and wrong.

After another half a day, Yan Lingyu finally couldn't support it anymore and withdrew from the central realm, as soon as she appeared, the cultivator surnamed Ji suddenly turned his attention to her.

Yan Lingyu didn't seem to notice it, like a good girl, she handed over the bag and slowly disappeared into the Moon Valley.

In the distance, Chen Guo's camp.

Ye Piaoling was dressed in white like snow, at this time, compared with before entering the central realm, his cultivation was no longer noticeable, and he had an ethereal temperament all over his body, presumably he had an adventure in the central realm.

Looking at the changes in the central realm of the illusion mirror, he was worried in his heart: "The central realm has become a dangerous place, why hasn't the junior brother come out yet?"

Slowly retracting his gaze, he looked at the cultivators of the Immortal Sect around him, frowning slightly.

At this time, these cultivators were extremely sensitive and aggressive, as if as long as they were not careful, they would be plotted by the cultivators of the other Immortal Sect beside them.

Among the thousands of cultivators, a depressing, pre-storm calm enveloped the entire Moon Holding Valley.

Over here... It's not necessarily much safer than the central boundary.

Ye Piaoling's brows furrowed high, and he sighed in his heart: "War, is it coming after all?"

Thinking of this, his gaze moved to the illusion mirror again, wanting to see the figure of his junior brother from the layers of rich aura.

The sun was setting in the west, the moon shadow was slanting in the west, and in the blink of an eye, the aura vortex of the fifth layer of the Central Realm Double Realm still did not weaken at all.

And Chen Mo, who was in the center of the aura storm, entered a mysterious artistic conception.

The aura around him was like a storm, and he was as safe as a rock.

The rich aura continued to pour into his body, and after a long time, his body that seemed to be a bottomless pit finally changed.

If his body was dark before, now there is a star in his body.

And with the continuous influx of spiritual power, this star is divided into two, two into four, and four into eight...

The stars continued to split, and the spiritual power in his body continued to increase, and he didn't know that after a long time, it was already a sky full of stars, and as soon as his thoughts moved, an endless stream of spiritual power was invoked, which was hundreds or thousands of times more majestic than when he practiced qi at the tenth level.

The 'starry sky' in Chen Mo's body suddenly generated a gravitational force, and the natal spirit fetus in his body drove the meridians to begin to move towards the night sky, and finally took root in the starry sky.

Looking inside, this scene is like being in the night sky outside, seeing a spiritual plant emitting five-colored light rooted in the void, absorbing the power of the starry sky of heaven and earth.

Under this kind of power, the natal spirit fetus grew rapidly, growing from one zhang to two zhang and three zhang to nine zhang and nine feet and nine inches in a blink of an eye.

When it broke through the ten zhangs, the surrounding riots were like a wolf-like heaven and earth aura, as if it had lost its soul in an instant, and began to slowly disperse, and Chen Mo's figure was slowly revealed.

Outside, in the Eastern Far Continent, the three cultivators surnamed Chen, Li, and Ji, who were leading the three first-grade immortal sects of the Moon Valley this time, all narrowed their eyes slightly, looking at the back.

This person was wearing a green shirt, the kind of green shirt that could buy an unknown number of pieces with a low-grade spirit stone, and his long black hair was scattered on the green shirt like a waterfall, fluttering slightly in the breeze.