The Demon Mountain came into view, extremely shocking, and there were traces of slashing and axes everywhere on the Demon Mountain, and there were even supernatural aftermaths, which had not been dispersed for thousands of years. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The mountain peaks are like mushroom clouds, showing extremely strange shapes, and there is nothing more amazing than this.

"Thousands of years ago, this was still a majestic and handsome mountain, after a great battle, millions of monks were buried here, the Supreme of the Underworld almost fell, and the Jiuzhou Continent did not know how many sects were removed, and this demon ruin was difficult to enter for a long time. Mu Xi sighed faintly, his eyes were deep, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

Yan Que and the two of them were also embarrassed, leisurely fascinated, thinking about a thousand years ago, the two worlds collided, millions of monks gathered here, fierce collision, sacrifice life and forget death, how magnificent, how heroic.

"The two worlds are rising, and millions of monks are coming.

The ruins are always there, and they have been empty for thousands of years. ”

Yan Que unconsciously recited a crooked poem, which attracted the attention of Prince Wuyang and Mu Xi, cultivators, very few monks can be okay and can still recite poems and lyrics, the way of poetry is easy to attract addiction, so monks have always liked to be straightforward.

Yan Que was able to chant a crooked poem, which surprised the two of them.

Yan Que couldn't help but be complacent, thinking that the poetry of my Great Celestial Dynasty has been handed down, and the five thousand years of civilization are profound, how can it be guessed by second-class mortals, a sense of pride from the Celestial Empire arises spontaneously, but it is just a crooked poem.

I have to say that Yan Que is still very narcissistic, at least Prince Wuyang thinks so, looking at Yan Que's intoxicated face, he can't help but strike: "A broken poem, as for it?"

Yan Que pouted and said, "If you have the ability, you can also come to a song?"

Prince Wuyang was dumbfounded, he didn't have that kind of ability, in the final analysis, he was still a big man, how could he have this kind of poetic talent, he could usually be sad and sad, if he really wanted to move the real character, Prince Wuyang really couldn't do it.

"The Demon Ruins have been fighting for thousands of years, and the heroes of the two worlds are no more.

Regardless of merit or demerit, how can Baiyun mourn?"

Yan Que was dumbfounded, looking at Mu Xi, this little girl is quite good, although this poem is crooked, but people can come casually, unlike Prince Wuyang, who has no ink on his chest.

Prince Wuyang suddenly slapped his ass, and all kinds of beautiful words seemed to be poured on Mu Xi as if he didn't want capital.

Mu Xi said indifferently: "It's just a poem, if the background is enough, it's not difficult, after all, our cultivation world relies on cultivation to be respected, and the strong are respected, and poetry is really a small Daoer." ”

Prince Wuyang praised: "What Miss Muxi said is that unlike someone, she recited a crooked poem, and thought that I had no one in Kyushu. ”

Yan Que was furious: "You kid don't know what is called elegance, and what is called emotion at every turn." ”

Prince Wuyang pursed his lips and was about to argue, Mu Xi said: "Two senior brothers, it is important to enter the demon ruins. ”

Yan Que stupidly withdrew the hand that was about to beat Prince Wuyang, raised his leg and left, ignoring Prince Wuyang's chattering theory of taking care of himself.

The Demon Mountain is not big, only thousands of miles high, but the wind is raging on the peak, and it is extremely difficult to reach the top.

The three of them each protected themselves, and then set up a retreat and flew up, and only by crossing the Demon Mountain could they enter the Demon Ruins.

Thousands of miles high, with the ability of the three people, it also flew for half an hour to reach the peak, on the peak, there are only black stones, it seems extremely lonely, there are several monks, are looking at the three people vigilantly, seemingly ill-intentioned.

The three of them ignored it and walked to the edge of the cliff, only to see that on this side of the mountain, a broken river was flowing slowly, and countless miserable white demonic qi crisscrossed each other, and the tombs were endless, and the monuments in front of the tombs were all wordless monuments.

The demons were faintly visible among them, revealing bloodthirsty eyes, and there were constant roars, and the sound of shouting and fighting was endless.

From the top of the mountain, the Demon Ruins looked like a huge disk, which did not seem to be large, just because it was the place where the two realms converged, and it was in the middle of the two realms, and it was independent of the two realms, which was actually a strange place.

The three of them glanced at each other, jumped down, and Yan Que only felt as if he had entered a passage, just like a passage in the Yuanming Realm, the feeling of tearing was extremely familiar, but it was many times larger than the Yuanming Realm.

In a trance, I came to the demon ruins, at a glance, I couldn't see the edge, the land was broken, barren, there was very little vegetation, only a few positions with extremely strong vitality, stubbornly erected on the earth, a red sun hung in the sky, exuding extremely pitiful heat, nourishing the earth.

Prince Wuyang and Mu Xi also appeared beside Yan Que for a moment, and when they saw the tragic situation of the demon ruins, they couldn't help but gasp.

The battle between the monks of the two realms can be regarded as completely ruining this originally beautiful place.

Yan Que looked at the tombs, thought about it, bowed down and bowed three times to show respect, and Prince Wuyang and Mu Xi also bowed three times together.

After that, the three of them flew to the middle of the demon ruins, where the purpose of this trip was to go.

Along the way, I met many demon monks, all of them had a strong aura, and some of them could even feel a strong aura, which was not inferior to the aura leaked by the Qingyun Mountain Sect Supreme, which was terrifying.

The hidden dragon and crouching tiger in the ruins can be seen.

The three of them didn't want to cause trouble, but someone took the initiative to provoke them, and when they were moving quickly, a violent aura suddenly rose into the sky, blocking the way of the three of them.

"Hahaha, the tender beauty meat, the deity hasn't eaten it for many years, the acquaintance left the beauty, you go away, don't disturb the deity to eat. A domineering voice rang out.

The three of them were blocked, so they had to stop, looked at each other, didn't say a word, each sacrificed a magic weapon, and smashed down at the source of the sound.

The voice laughed, and a tall demon body crashed into the magic weapon of the three people, and the three people who hit it flew upside down.

"Little beauty, why follow these two firewood-like boys, you see that the deity is strong and has a strong capital, how can these two boys be compared? Follow the deity to ensure that you want to die before entering the belly of the deity. ”

Mu Xi is very angry, a hair without wind is automatic, she has lived in the Falling Moon Mountain since she was a child, there are elders of the sect to love, how have you ever heard such obscene words, immediately sacrificed the waning moon, the waning moon is like a hook, slashing to the gods and demons.

Prince Wuyang and Yan Que started at the same time, one oven burned with the blazing sun real fire, and the other turned into a magic knife, and the knife qi was vertical and horizontal.

The Qianzhang gods and demons disdainful, waved their big hands, and slapped the waning moon with one hand, blasted back the oven, and dispersed the sword qi.

The three of them were shocked, the strength of this god and demon's combat power was absolutely unique in their lives.