At this moment when the entire valley was darkened, Yang Zhao and Xiao Bai were finally able to move their bodies, and the huge wave formed by the blood-colored key gradually disappeared at this moment.

In the verdant valley, on the pile of rocks, Xiao Bai touched his little tail, revealing his little red and tender face, seeing this scene, he asked, "Brother Zhao, what's wrong?"

Yang Zhao shook his head, looked at the mysterious figure opposite, and said suspiciously: "I don't know, maybe the person on the other side must know what happened here." ”

Xiaobai was puzzled and said: "But the person on the other side seems to have a strong hostility towards us, as if he has something to do with these monsters." ”

Yang Zhao nodded and said, "Even if it has something to do with those monsters, but now he seems to be very jealous of the blood-colored giant wave just now, I don't think this person will deal with us now." ”

Xiao Bai scratched his head and asked, "But how can we follow this mysterious figure now, and if he wants to deal with us first, then what should we do?"

Yang Zhao was silent for a long time, shook his head and said: "No, in his eyes, we are ants-like figures, maybe he may disdain to attack us, I think this matter must be related to those demon cultivators." ”

Xiao Bai thought of those mysterious demon cultivators, and for some reason there was a trace of fear in his heart, and muttered, "Maybe, no matter what, I will listen to Brother Zhao." ”

Yang Zhao felt the worry in Xiao Bai's words, smiled and rubbed Xiao Bai's little head with his hand, looked at the mysterious figure opposite, and sighed helplessly, now this valley has been sealed by a certain formation, if they don't unlock that formation, they won't be able to get out of this valley, if this mysterious person finds those demon cultivators first, they can also temporarily avoid the crisis.

At this time, the night in this mysterious valley was getting longer, and the whole valley began to be much colder, and the mysterious formation in the verdant valley reappeared in response to the time of the day, and the blood-colored qi in the valley was also empty, causing the breath of heaven and earth to attach to the full moon and point directly at the sky, how amazing the momentum was, and that mysterious figure disappeared directly in front of them as Yang Zhao guessed.

Although the fluctuations in the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi caused by the entire valley restarting formation disappeared in a very short period of time, this fluctuation still spread to the outside world, and even to more distant places.

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In the Nandou Mountain of Taixumen, there is only a full moon in the sky, and occasionally you can see a few stars twinkling on the edge of the full moon, and the cold wind of late autumn rustles the earth, like a sharp knife.

Lu Wu walked silently in the void, the ordinary robe on his body was as straight as a smooth cliff, completely unaffected by the cold wind, seemingly ordinary knee-raising steps, but it was more than ten zhang in a moment, and his footsteps fell on the Nandou Peak without leaving the slightest trace, fluttering like a fairy, just because he had reached the realm of immortals on the ground, it is not surprising to say that he is an immortal.

When the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi fluctuations in the valley in the distant mountain range opened the Great Array, and when they were transmitted to his world from behind him, he slowly stopped, looked back with a blank face, but did not make much moves, maybe this matter had nothing to do with him in the slightest, but there was also some surprise, because he felt a familiar aura from the fluctuations of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

It's just that a cultivator of his level can even see through the threshold of life and death, and naturally he can see through any external objects, so as not to let those external objects tie his mind, even if this familiar breath infects him.

And for some reason, he doesn't want to go out of Nandoushan, since he doesn't want to go out, then he should ignore it, there is no question of whether he can see through it, he just can't allow himself to leave the slightest shadow on his state of mind, he can feel this familiar breath, it has nothing to do with whether he wants to go out or not, and naturally it has nothing to do with the fluctuations that shake the aura of heaven and earth.

Since that incident happened three thousand years ago, he began to look at the Qing world coldly, the rise of the Southern Xinjiang Demon Sect may be a big deal for the cultivation realm, but it can't attract his attention at all, just because the Demon Sect has long since withered and is no longer a problem, and there are too few people or facts in this world who are qualified to let him leave Nandou Mountain, but there are still people who can have this absolute qualification.

Riku was eager to meet one of them. He thought about it for many, many years, but he was always in this mountain all these years, beside this mountain, even if he was as proud and powerful as him, he couldn't get close to the other party.

Because he didn't know where that person was, but he knew that he would meet that person, and the unique temperament of this mountain and his own temperament determined this, so that even if he never wanted to go out of this Nandou Mountain, he could feel that person's existence.

That person wants to protect the little guy named Yang Zhao, so when Yang Zhao is really in danger, that person must be next to him, so he only needs to wait until Yang Zhao encounters real danger, but at this time Yang Zhao is in that mysterious valley, why does that person want to leave at this time, but go back to the north instead?

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There is a turquoise grassland in the south of the northern foothills, which is the place where the grassland barbarians and demons worship as a sacred place, at this time there is thin ice floating on the grassland, and the barbarians of the grassland tribe who have lived by the lake for generations are taking advantage of the fact that the ice surface is not completely sealed before the water grass and fish in the lake in the center of the grassland are salvage.

Where there are steppe barbarians, there are often caravans in the Central Plains, but after all, it is the cold midwinter at this time, and the grassland barbarians and the demon clan are the same body, and it is still a little strange for a Central Plains caravan to appear in northern Xinjiang, but these merchants are extravagant, and they have paid for the leather goods at the end of next summer, so the tribal leaders acquiesced to their deposits, and even pulled out a camp for them.

The people of the Central Plains caravan were cooking on the lakeside, dozens of people sat around the fire, taking advantage of the rare sunny weather, did not enter the tent to avoid the cold, watching the movements of the people, faintly led by one of the merchants.

The rather wealthy merchant nibbled on a leg of lamb with oil, and from time to time complained a few words, obviously not too satisfied with the hospitality of the steppe people, and next to him, a burly middle-aged man wearing a felt hat, probably a steward or a guard, whispered a few words of persuasion, but instead provoked a lesson.

Suddenly, there was a fluctuation of heaven and earth aura above the night sky, as if an invisible giant hand had directly torn apart the night sky, oozing out the blood-red paint behind it.

The steppe barbarians and the merchants of the Central Plains noticed the vision in the sky at the same time, and looked at the sky to the south in surprise, and the leading merchant cursed and roared.

A young man standing in front of the barbarian squinted at the clouds in the sky, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

I don't know why, looking at the young man's solemn expression, the leader of the barbarians actually looked awe-inspired, lowered his head to hide the awe in his eyes, and asked a few words in a low voice.

The young man quietly looked at the white clouds in the sky, feeling the fluctuations of the aura of heaven and earth coming from the depths of the valley in the far south, and a very complicated expression slowly appeared on his face covered by the shadow of the felt hat, which did not know whether it was nostalgia or warmth, or maybe it was the calm after a long time, but it was mixed with some very faint melancholy and sentimentality.

Then the young man uttered three very succinct words: "The door is open." ”

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Yang Zhao and Xiao Bai followed behind the mysterious man, stepping on the rocks all over the ground with difficulty, arriving at the center of the valley, and then saw a very large stone gate, this stone gate is very huge, standing below and looking up, it seems to be like a small mountain, they have never seen such a stone gate, because it is huge, it is also very shocking,

Yang Zhao didn't expect that it would be so easy to find the mountain gate where those demon cultivators were hiding, and for a while he didn't believe his eyes, and he couldn't understand how such a magnificent stone gate was hidden in the valley, why he didn't see it at all when he walked through the valley before, and subconsciously glanced back at the way he came.

As he walked through the rocks of the valley, he could not see the stone gate, but when he stepped out, it appeared before his eyes, as if it were only willing to be seen by those it had chosen.

Moreover, the back of the stone gate is only an empty piece, as if it suddenly appeared in the void, giving people an elusive feeling.

The opening of the stone gate in this valley is even easier than finding this stone gate, there is no need to chant any incantations, there is no ingenious terrifying mechanism, when Yang Zhao's right hand lightly touched the rough and solemn surface of the stone gate, there was a soft sound, and countless years of dust splashed out from the cracks in the stone door, and then the stone door slowly opened.

Yang Zhao glanced up at the full moon, which was even taller and more majestic than before, and then his gaze met Xiao Bai's shocked gaze, and he walked in with the mysterious person who had already entered this stone gate.

Majestic, solemn, solemn, grandiose, sacred, and even a little cold, the feeling of this quality is often built on a huge spatial scale, just like the Nandou Mountain, which the goshawk does not dare to cross, when these buildings have a strong contrast with the small body of human beings, this feeling will be produced.

Walking into the huge stone gate, I walked down the long stone steps of tens of thousands of steps, and when I walked to a flat ground, these feelings also instantly occupied the minds of Yang Zhao and Xiaobai.

For they saw a large hall suddenly appear out of this flat land, and this hall was more magnificent and gigantic than any building ever seen before, and it was also different.

The usual main hall sits south and faces north, but this hall sits under the ground facing east and west.

This space is completely unimaginable, deep and deep, not knowing how deep it is, not knowing how high it is, and even so big that it makes people feel illusioned, this is a place that can only appear in dreams, and this is a world that only legendary immortals can have the power to open up.

Out of nowhere, the clear light shines through, and countless stout huge stone beams lie across the space, and the traces of knives and axes on these stone beams are regular and clear, extremely thick, and the plane can allow four carriages to run side by side.

They looked at the spacious, straight stone beam in front of them, and they felt that they couldn't see the end of the stone beam at all, but the thick stone beam in the distance was just a very thin spider silk in the huge space!

The thick stone beams are concentrated in the middle like a spider web, and finally converge into a stone flat in the hollow part of the distant rock peak, a temple can be seen in the distance on the ping, the temple should be huge, but standing on the cliff wall looks like a hollow micro-carving carved by a skilled craftsman on the rice grain, as for Yang Zhao and Xiaobai, who are far away from that temple, it is more like there is no zài uncommon for this huge space, like a grain of sand between the rock walls!

The two glanced at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

In the face of such an inconceivable grandeur, it is difficult for anyone to restrain their sense of awe, and they want to fall to their knees and worship, and even burst into tears because they feel their own insignificance and meaninglessness.

Because in front of such a magnificent world, human beings can only be ants.

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PS: For some reason, the starting point personal center always can't be opened, and I've been playing for ten minutes!