Chapter 699 Western Land

In ancient times, the world was ignorant and chaos was not separated.

The two qi of heaven and earth are clear and turbid, rising to become clear, sinking to become turbid, clear and turbid, and the heaven and earth are opened.

As the world says, monks bring spirits into their bodies, which is for the clear air. The demonic energy fills the body, which is for the turbid air. Therefore, the demonic race is violent and chaotic, which is often ashamed of human beings. The human race does not want to join them, and is called a foreign race.

However, the clear and turbid energy of heaven and earth are originally of the same origin, but in fact, the two energy of heaven and earth are different, just like water condenses into ice and turns into snow, with different shapes, but they are inseparable from their roots.

The spiritual power collected by the monks and the demonic energy cultivated by the demon clan are all the origins of heaven and earth.

The spiritual power of the monks is mainly clear and the demonic air is mainly turbid. The two originate from their origins, but there are differences in things.

The East and West Land, one east and one west, are in the Lingxu realm, but the original powers between heaven and earth have completely different appearances, as if one is yin and yang, one is positive and one is reversed.

The eastern land has four seasons, with bright sunshine, wind, frost, rain and snow, and the western land is not the case.

The sky is dark and difficult to brighten all year round. The sunrises in the east are often shrouded in dark clouds. There is no spring, summer, autumn and winter in the West, only the summer and winter periods.

People in the East Land live in groups, cities and countries are everywhere, while the Western Land demons often live in groups. The most crowded cities stand on the Western Land.

Most of the remaining demons occupy land and are kings, and there are few exchanges.

Therefore, outside the cities on the Western Land, there is mostly a desolate area.

The City of Never Sleeping, one of the border cities of the demon clan, was once founded by a demon cultivator at the Yuanying realm of the demon clan. However, since the demon cultivator sat in the process of transformation, he has fallen into a state of no successor. So far, there has been no new demon cultivator at the Yuanying realm of the demon cultivator at the Yuanying realm of the city in nearly two hundred years. Now the city lord of the city of Never Sleeping is a demon cultivator at the Jindan realm.

The demon cities without the demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul realm will slowly fall into chaos and desolation.

The same is true for the city that never sleeps.

Now, the city lord's mansion has long been dead in name only, and the city never sleeps is on the verge of depriving the city of its name.

Such a city naturally cannot have such rigorous and meticulous guards.

Therefore, when a strange wave suddenly occurred on the wasteland not far from the city of Never Sleeping, the space began to twist, like a piece of kneaded rag, tearing apart a series of black cracks.

The crack seemed to be able to breathe, and it pounded twice like a heart, and then spit out several figures.

These figures fell from the cracks, and were covered with a layer of golden light shield. As they fell out of the cracks, the light shields shattered one after another. Then they flew out one after another, and soon took action, but they seemed a little clumsy. Not all figures fell to the ground safely. Some of them fell head-on into the dry land of the wasteland, making muffled sounds.

The golden gauze skirt fluttered in the wind. After Ling Chu was thrown out by the crack in the space, she first felt a familiar feeling of dizziness and vomiting. Then, as the golden light shield was shattered, a sharp hurricane hit her face, causing her to fly away.

He subconsciously circulated the spiritual power in his body, trying to use the spiritual power between heaven and earth to maintain his body shape, but he felt an obscure feeling. The spiritual power penetrated into the surrounding air, as if a mud cow entered the sea, slowly and hard.

After a slight pause, the whole person was already falling to the ground quickly.

This is Xilu!

Ling Chu quickly reacted, put away his subconscious spiritual power, and turned to the body refining technique that he had never fallen in these years. On the snow-white and delicate skin, it was like white jade lamb fat, and it leaped gently in the air lightly and cleverly, and then slowly tapped the ground, like a light butterfly.

He raised his hand to put his hair together in the wind and held it up casually. He did not use the jade hairpin given by his master, but an ancient and gentle wooden hairpin. One of the wooden hairpins was thin and the other end was wrapped with a few beautiful peach blossoms, either opening or closing, half open and half closed, lifelike.

Most of the magic weapons of monks in the East Land rely on spiritual energy, which is full of spiritual energy. If used in the East Land, it would be too eye-catching.

This time when we came to the Western Land, everyone put away those magic weapons that were full of spiritual energy, using only those that were not conspicuous or somewhat strange.

To avoid exposing your identity.

Looking around, I didn't see my companions where I could see them. The space crack was opened in the air. Everyone came out of the space crack and fell where they would fall but not what they could control.

But no matter what, it will not be too far away.

Ling Chu calmly took a round magic weapon the size of a palm from the storage bag around his waist. He made a gesture with one hand. The magic weapon similar to a compass opened silently, revealing a small round platform hidden in it.

On the round platform, with the hand gestures, one after another, light slowly lit up.

These lights are all milky white, only the point in the upper left corner is a striking red color.

The milky white light spots have thirteen points, and the red light spots are exactly fourteen points.

Ling Chu looked at these light spots carefully, looked up at the surroundings, calculated the position, and then held the compass-like magic weapon and began to move in one direction.

His figure is light and leaps in the wasteland. There is no fluctuation of spiritual power. It is just a simple physical force, but it is also very agile.

As Ling Chu moved, the red light spot was also moving little by little, heading towards the center of these light spots. At the same time, other light spots on the compass magic weapon also began to move. Except for the light spot in the center, there was no sign of movement.

All the light spots are gathering towards the center.

Although he did not use spiritual power and his speed was not the fastest, Ling Chu still approached the center of the light spot after a moment.

From afar, with Lingchu's eyes, he saw a small hill that coincided with the central light spot.

But no one was seen.

Stepping onto the hillside, Ling Chu first carefully looked around, and after confirming that there was no one, he put away the compass magic weapon and quickly formed seals in the air.

The magic seal fell, and Ling Chu, who was originally standing on the hillside halfway, suddenly disappeared.

Ling Chu himself changed his sight, and several figures appeared on the small hillside where there were originally no one.

One, two, three, seven people.

In addition to Lingchu, eight people have arrived here.

Senior Sister Mingyue and Senior Brother Zhang were also here. Ling Chu saw the two of them and a faint smile appeared on his face. Senior Sister Mingyue and Senior Brother Zhang also lit up their eyes and nodded slightly.

"Miss Qingyu, you are here." Standing in the center, the only person who was holding a compass magic weapon was Liu Wuyi from Qianji Pavilion. When he saw Ling Chu, he smiled and called out, he was the light spot in the center, and he could only put away the magic weapon after he had all the people.

Qingyu is the pseudonym of Lingchu.

Girls are naturally called the demon clan. In the demon clan, there is no such title as fellow Taoists. It is often the woman who is a girl and the man who is a son.

Everyone agreed that once they stepped into the Western Land, everyone would no longer call fellow Taoists, no longer call their real name or Taoist names.

As for the pseudonyms of everyone, they are very simple, just like Lingchu. The so-called Qingyu is the Qing of the Three Qings and Yu Lingchu's Yu, which is both simple and in line with the names of the demons.

The pseudonym must also be beautiful, hahaha, the Western Land map is turned on.
Chapter completed!