This is a period of historical fault, before that, the historical civilization of mankind has lasted for more than a thousand years, as for the next period of time, it will disappear in the long river of history, but if it is discovered, it will definitely shock the world.

June 23, 1046 in the Central Plains Calendar, a day that the people of the present world can never forget.

The Central Plains Continent, the southwest is connected to the sea, the east is bordered by the Yuncang Mountain, and the north is close to the cold ice and snow field, the territory is vast, if it is far away, it is unknown for the time being.

Directly east of the Central Plains Continent, the belated sun finally rose, exuding an intoxicating warmth and pouring over the earth.

At the same time when the sun rises, a bright moon rises in the opposite direction, whether it is the time of the moon's rise or the position of the rise, it completely violates the laws of nature, and presents a spectacle of the sun and the moon shining together.

The sun and the moon shine together, that is, when the sky collapses!

At noon, the sun and the moon are at the same height, the two slowly merge, the soft moonlight and the strong sunlight merge together, the dazzling sunlight begins to become soft, the soft white moonlight disappears completely, and a pink sun and moon merge hangs high in the sky.

At the moment of fusion, the heavens and the earth shook, and the people of the entire Central Plains Continent were running around in a panic, but they didn't know what the problem was?

The color of the sun changed from pink to blood red, and the whole earth was plunged into a bloody light, forming a blood moon, which was an ominous omen!

Bang!

An explosion sounded out of thin air, like a long roar from the desolate universe, and like the bloodthirsty roar of the underworld monsters, deafening.

Almost all of them covered their ears in pain and lay limply on the ground, as if corpses were lying in a sea of blood.

The wind howled, sweeping across the entire Central Plains Continent.

Whirring wind, screams, shouts, screams, painful ** sounds, all in chaos.

There was a click, as if something crisp had suddenly shattered.

All the chaotic sounds around it disappeared, as if only that crisp sound remained......

The eastern sky emitted a little white light, which directly pierced the blood light, and then, the white light began to thicken and lengthen.

In the far east, a white pillar of light connecting heaven and earth is formed.

Under the wrapping of the sea of blood, the whole heaven and earth are integrated, and the people inside are just aquatic plants wrapped in the sea of blood, and the aquatic plants that can be destroyed by a single wave.

In the face of the power of heaven and the power of nature, human beings, as the primates of all beasts, are also so powerless.

"The sky is falling!"

I don't know who shouted intentionally or unintentionally, like a hurricane, it began to sweep through every fragile heart, and one by one began to run for their lives, but no one knew where Lu Daotian began to collapse from, and where to run?

Running for their lives, how many fragile lives died at the feet of their companions in such turmoil......

On June 23, 1106 in the Central Plains calendar, the day of the collapse of the sky, there was a crack in the east that connected the heaven and the earth, and the heaven and the earth were connected into a group, the blood moon was in the sky, people who did not know the situation ran around, suffered heavy losses, and countless casualties were killed, thirty years later, when people recalled, their faces showed a terrified expression: "Sea of blood, mountain of corpses!"

The blood against the backdrop of the blood light has become more enchanting, and the dense corpse shows how many innocent people have been stepping stones to the glory of the next three hundred years.

On July 1, 1106 in the Central Plains calendar, a group of well-dressed and handsome men and women rushed out of the cracks that connected the heavens and the earth one after another, and fell from the sky.

People bowed their heads and begged to save their relatives, these 'immortals' naturally did not refuse, and joined the ranks of saving people one by one, as the 'immortals' continued to come out of the cracks of the heavens and the earth, many seriously injured people survived.

This white crack connecting the heavens and the earth was called by later generations - Xianyuan.

It means an abyss inhabited by gods!

The immortals who fell from the sky poured into the Central Plains Continent, and slowly formed a pattern of each party, which was also the precursor to the later formation of the Hundred Immortal Sects.

In 1126 of the Central Plains calendar, the pattern of a hundred immortal sects was formally formed, and the major immortal gates were like a city, and the disciples were all over the Central Plains continent, presenting a thriving scene...... However, this is only a red flag.

However, this signal has long been forgotten, and even the ominous nature of the blood moon when the sky collapsed has been forgotten.

Xianyuan, located behind the mountains of Cangshan Gate, can be connected to the sky dome, clouds and mist, I don't know its height, and some people even guess that it should be connected to the top of the sky dome.

Below the abyss, I can't see the bottom, I can only see a piece of black, I don't know how deep, some people have even tried to shout loudly, looking forward to using the echo to find out how deep it is, but unfortunately, after a hundred years, he can't hear the echo, of course, this thing is not lacking in some legends and exaggerated colors, but how high and deep the fairy abyss is, no one knows so far!

Descending from the immortal abyss, it was dark and misty, I don't know how long the road had been going down, the surroundings were still pitch black, and I couldn't see any scenery.

After a long time, I slowly saw a faint ghostly light in the visible range, like a small mosquito glowing green in the dark.

Immediately afterward, the dark green light slowly amplified and continued to descend, only to find that it was a small dark green boat floating in the darkness, and there were two people standing on board.

At the bow of the boat was a man whose face he couldn't see clearly, holding an artemisia in his hand and swinging gently in the dark, unable to hear the sound of the water, let alone see the boat moving.

Wearing a pitch-black hat, a pitch-black robe wrapped around his body and slightly bloated, if he hadn't seen his hands moving, he would have been mistaken for a chime placed on the bow of the ship.

The surroundings were so quiet that there was hardly anything alive except for the boat and the two people on board, and the atmosphere around them became mysterious and inexplicable.

Not far behind the man, there was an ordinary-looking man, such a look, you can't find it again if you drill into the crowd, the only thing that makes people remember is that there is a looming silver mole on this person's forehead, which is especially eye-catching in the dark.

His face was indifferent, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, his long black hair was dancing slightly behind him, and he was looking at the man at the bow with his hands behind his back, his eyes were calm, and he didn't make the slightest sound, standing motionless.

In the darkness of the endless abyss, a small boat that glows with a faint green light, two strange people like chimes, where do they come from?

"It took twenty years to form a pattern of a hundred immortal sects standing side by side, and they are really slow enough, they will really waste this pitiful time. ”

From the bow of the ship came a laugh, the laughter was thick, as if some looked down on the group of immortals who jumped out of the cracks in the stones, and their voices were not very old, and a faint frivolity and disdain could be heard in the voice.

"You don't care about them, anyway, they have time to squander, let their son deal with the rest of the mess, three hundred years, they can't live that long in the Central Plains!"

The young man standing also smiled lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, full of the intention of watching a play.

"Who can endure such a miserable place, do you want to try it too?"

The old man at the bow of the boat slowly stood up, and the bloated figure became even more obvious.

"What?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, a black shadow flashed, and a pop was heard, and only the slightly bloated man was left in the boat.

It happened almost instantaneously, and by the time the reaction came, it was all over.

The man gently threw Artemisia on the board of the boat and let out a mysterious laugh: "Everyone else is gone, how can I not let you go through it? If you can come back, I will tell you the secret of the fairy abyss." ”

"Your uncle, you actually sealed my memory!"

He responded with the angry roar of the young man under the boat, but the man was not angry, but said lightly: "Since you want to experience it, what memory do you need? ”

June 1406 in the Central Plains calendar, from June 1106 to June 1406, after three hundred years, it is also the three hundred years of prosperity and decline of the hundred immortal gates.

Three hundred years later, the hundred immortal gates, the people withered, the first batch of immortals who came out of the immortal abyss most of them returned to the west for a hundred years, and it is almost a handful to be able to see the hundred immortal gates after three hundred years.

The immortal destiny can be done by West African manpower, and only by not absorbing new cultivators can the immortal destiny be maintained.

From three hundred years ago, when accepting disciples to being picky and harsh, to today's giant whales absorbing water, these ordinary disciples, even if they have a little bit of cultivation talent, have become the objects of competition among various immortal sects, and they even fight for this, or fight with each other openly and secretly.

The immortals who are high above, under the irresistible cycle of nature, are finally reduced to this, whether they are mortals or immortals, they are powerless and fearful in the face of the threat of death.

"Your uncle! Lao Tzu wants to cultivate immortals!"

There was a crisp sound, and the wine jug was thrown to the ground fiercely, the porcelain pieces flew one after another, and the wine splashed wildly, causing many people around to look at each other angrily.

In the dilapidated tavern in Midtown, a scruffy young man looked angry, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes shining, and his expression was resolute, but no one saw the sadness in his eyes.

There was a faint silver star on his forehead. It didn't appear just now, but at this time, it suddenly appeared on the forehead, and many people around it secretly wrote it down in their hearts.

People with such strange signs, going back to report to the sect, naturally have their benefits, but some want to rush up and beat this kid who made them full of wine, but they don't dare to mess around when they see the silver light on his forehead, and some want to rush up and catch him back.

People with different minds stood in place with complicated eyes, and mysteriously none of them dared to step forward first.

The young man's name is Mo Fan, he is eighteen years old, his appearance is ordinary, and he can still see the childish appearance on his face, his hair is unkempt, and his face is slightly red with the smell of alcohol.

Feeling that the situation around him was strange, his face turned red, the silver stars on his forehead disappeared, and he withdrew from the tavern gloomily, leaving everyone with a lonely back.

Everyone thought it was just a sloppy boy, drunk nonsense.