It turns into wind and rain, and the mist lingers, dividing the Valley of the Dead.

In the Valley of the Dead, the dense atmosphere is like a dream.

Fu Wudao looked around, but found that there was no trace of anyone else.

He stretched out his hand, rain fell on his hand, and a breeze blew by. Everything was real yet illusory.

"The virtual scene of immortals.

Fu Wudao was thoughtful, he walked forward, and after taking a few steps, he saw a man in white clothes holding a hoe, digging on the ground.

Fu Wudao stood not far away and saw with his own eyes that the guest in white planted a seed on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the seed took root and sprouted, turning into a towering tree.

The hoe in the hand of the guest in white disappeared, and she turned around to salute Fu Wudao.

Fu Wudao was very curious and asked, "Which fairyland are you from?"

The man in white clothes smiled and said, "He comes from the land of Talin."

Fu Wudao looked at the guest in white standing leisurely under the huge tree canopy, nodded and said with emotion: "This virtual scene of immortals is quite interesting.

You are the Thunder Tribulation Immortal, and I have already stepped into the Jade Palace. You are not the master of the virtual scene, but this virtual scene can actually accommodate me without collapsing."

The guest in white said: "Shuiyun Lord has his own reasons for holding the authority over wind and rain."

Fu Wudao probably felt that what the guest in white clothes said was reasonable, so he asked again: "Don't you know the name of the immortal?"

The guest in white shook his head and said: "This place can only last for half an hour at most.

No...it won't even take half an hour for the genius of the world to fall here.

For just half an hour, Your Excellency and I can be called passers-by, so why do we need to exchange names?"

Behind Fu Wudao, if there is a star falling, you can also see the shadow of a big mountain like a falling star.

His body turned into blood-colored glass.

"makes sense!"

Fu Wudao stepped forward, his white hair flying.

In the first step, his body exuded thick Qi and blood, and the Qi of three thunder tribulations roared in it.

"Your body has survived three thunder tribulations. If you don't interfere in this matter, you may have a chance of becoming a dragon elephant."

While the guest in white clothes was talking, a bud fell from the towering tree and grew on the sole of his foot.

The guest in white stepped forward, and the bud immediately flew up.

This originally hazy land of wind and rain was suddenly covered with vegetation and green.

Fu Wudao was already approaching, and the majestic human immortal energy and blood spread like ripples.

"It was too late for me to become an immortal, and I have never killed the Lord of the Immortal Realm."

Fu Wudao snapped his fingers, and a long knife flew up.

There are two characters engraved on the handle of the long knife.

"Huaixia!"

This sword is named after the old country of Fu Wudao.

"Killing the Lord of Fairyland with Huaixia can be regarded as consecrating the blood of the old country to the world."

…

Sitting on the clouds in the clear breeze of Baili, he took off the gourd from his waist, but seemed to have forgotten to drink.

He just looked down at the scene in the Valley of the Dead.

In the Valley of the Dead, there are layers of wind, rain and mist, and illusion and reality merge into one hundred and twenty realms.

Beside him, Yu Qixiang was bound by an ordinary rope and could not go to the Valley of the Dead.

Yu Qixiang was obviously a little anxious, Baili Qingfeng glanced at her and said: "In the battle on the Hezhong Road, the power of Gushe you accumulated has been exhausted.

With your age and your cultivation level, entering the Valley of the Dead will only become a withered skeleton on the Bone Mountain of the Valley of the Dead."

"I know you want to repay your kindness, but Lu Jing's kindness is not repaid like this."

Yu Qixiang also read I After the flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers will be killed, and the whole city will be covered with golden armor.

So she traveled thousands of miles to go to Taixuanjing to help Lu Jing.

The little girl was very lucky. As soon as she walked through Taian Road and entered Gyeonggi Road, she bumped into more than 2,600 strong men.

Yu Qixiang will never forget it. Lu Jing rode a white horse over a mountain. She was pleasantly surprised when she saw a dense crowd of practitioners also crossing the mountain.

The crowds were like waves, even blocking the sunset that day.

It was precisely because of this scene that Yu Qixiang was determined to have a fight with the immortals in the sky and became one of these high-rollers.

Unfortunately, later on, Baili Qingfeng found a rope from a farmer's house, and he stood on the cloud and threw it.

The rope became a treasure that could bind the Great Sage, and it fell on Yu Qixiang.

Yu Qixiang struggled at first, but then she probably felt that Baili Qingfeng was right. Without the power of Gu She, with her current cultivation level, she would probably become a drag on other wealthy people if she entered the Valley of the Dead.

If she died, I don't know what would happen to her mother and brother.

What's more, if she died in repayment of kindness, it would be considered a well-deserved death. It would be shameful to die like this if she couldn't kill even an immortal.

Because of this thought, the clear breeze above the clouds became quiet.

At this time, Yu Qixiang also lowered his head and looked at the Valley of the Dead.

She saw the wind and rain gradually clearing up in the Valley of the Dead, and saw blurry figures looming.

In some places shrouded by wind and rain, there are dozens of immortals and dozens of mortals.

In some places where the wind and rain roar, there is only one mortal and one immortal.

If the people inside are stronger, the wind and rain inside will become thinner.

For example, in several places shrouded in wind and rain in the center of the Valley of the Dead, Mr. Jiu was holding Zhan Qingshan upside down, standing in a river full of bones, looking at a general who was one hundred feet tall and wearing green armor.

And right next to it, on another bulge of the earth where wind and rain gather, I don't know when, peach blossoms are already in full bloom.

Peach blossom petals are flying all over the sky and falling on a white dress.

The man in white had cold eyes and remained motionless, but there was a wave of tide behind him.

In addition to these powerful characters.

There are also many gangsters with tyrannical cultivation. Dozens of them often enter a stormy place to fight against the immortals.

"Who is protecting Mr. Lu Jing?"

Yu Qixiang looked a little anxious.

She struggled to stand up and lowered her head to look. She searched for a long time, but could not find any trace of Lu Jing.

Baili Qingfeng sighed inwardly.

Yu Qixiang couldn't see it, but he knew that Lu Jing was at the lowest point of the Wind and Rain Realm, and the one who went to kill him should be Zhao Qingping, the one who led the river.

…

The short halberd in Zhao Qingping's hand was stained with patina, as if pig iron had been soaked in mortal water.

He entered this windy and rainy environment and looked into the distance, only to see Lu Jing, dressed in white, tying his horse in front of a dead tree.

Zhao Ye was pacing in place, his bright eyes full of anxiety.

Ever since Qing Yue removed the strong power from those dragon balls and Zhao Ye ate many dragon balls, she has become more spiritual.

Lu Jing tied the reins to the dead tree, touched the horse's face again, and whispered in Zhaoye's ear: "You are here to stay. You haven't eaten enough dragon balls. If someone comes here and touches them casually, you

Just die."

Zhaoye was a little anxious, but after understanding Lu Jing's words, his head dropped.

Lu Jing tied up his horse and walked towards Zhao Qingping.

At this time, Zhao Qingping was raising her palms.

A wisp of immortal energy and blood flew out from his palm, but in the blink of an eye, there was a bit more black energy.

"A hundred ghosts are dead."

Zhao Qingping's black hair stood up and fell into a waist-length ponytail.

With a casual squeeze, he crushed the immortal energy and blood contaminated by the death energy of a hundred ghosts.

Rumble…

The sound of thunder came from nowhere.

The thunder was thick, and the sound of burning runes could be vaguely heard, and the mountains and rivers could be heard roaring.

Zhao Qingping raised her eyes and saw General Feng spreading his arms. The strong wind was blowing in his body and the immortal energy was spreading, helping Shuiyun Lord maintain the wind and rain state.

The No. 1 Immortal in the West Tower in Heaven knows this.

The reason why Mr. Shuiyun did what he did was because of the library and Mr. Qingdu.
To be continued...