Whoosh!

Just as Yang Xian reached out, the chaos not far away suddenly became smaller, the size of a fist, and flew to the palm of Yang Xian's hand.

Yang Xian's palm sank, his arms trembled suddenly, and his bones all over his body roared violently, and he laughed in surprise: "What a guy, that's so heavy!"

With Yang Xian's current cultivation level, he would not feel any heaviness even if he held a mountain with his hands. However, after the chaos flew into his palm, he felt extremely difficult and unexpected.

However, it is reasonable to think that the chaos can even swallow nine suns, and it is even more serious, and it should be even a few times more.

It seemed that Yang Xian's emotions were sensed, and it flew to the Chaos in Yang Xian's palm and made a slight fluctuation. In an instant, it was light, as light as a feather.

Yang Xian smiled, his mind and the chaos in his palm were connected, and he felt the chaos emotions in his instant.

This chaos seems to be a little bit mentally when he followed the ancestors of the human race. He has been in this Nine Yang Fire Realm for countless thousands of years, and his mind has not grown a little bit. At best, he looks like a five or six-year-old child.

However, this Chaos was born with chaos, without nine orifices, and communication with the outside world relies entirely on induction. When the Chaos was young, he didn't know how to seek it. But this year he grew up, he finally had some ideas.

When Yang Xian's mind and Dun were connected, Dun wanted Yang Xian to dig out the seven orifices for it to communicate with the spirit.

"You are chaotic and cannot have any acupoints. Once you are chaotic, you are not chaotic!"

After feeling Chaos' thoughts, Yang Xian laughed loudly, reached out to touch Chaos, and said, "The heaven and earth are open before chaos is opened. If I enlighten you, it will be a new heaven. Whether it succeeds or not, you will die. What's more, I am now shallow. How can I have the ability to open up Chaos? Please endure it for a while."

He looked at the Chaos in his palm and smiled, "Now I'm sorry for you to make my personal accessories!"

While speaking, he buckled Chaos around his waist and turned into a Chaos Jade Pendant.

At this time, Xiao Tianjue turned into a giant standing tall, raised the giant axe in his hand, and suddenly roared. Thunderclouds and lightning lights above his head instantly appeared, and countless lightnings hit his head. At the same time, a mysterious aura emanated from Xiao Tianjue, causing the entire nine-wheeled sun to thunder and thunder in the fire world to thunder and thunder.

"open!"

The giant axe in Xiao Tianjue's hand slashed down suddenly, and a trace of lightning appeared from the space passed by the giant axe, forming a long space scar. From this "scar" you can vaguely see the scenery outside.

"Brother Yang, let's go out quickly!"

After Xiao Tianjue slashed out with an axe, he put away his giant axe, stretched out his hands, and divided the "scars" in front of him like a curtain, and then walked out of the portal.

Yang Xian did not dare to be negligent, and walked almost at the same time as Xiao Tianjue. After his body trembled one after another, his eyes were blurred and he found that he had arrived at a strange place.

What caught my eye was a black water river that was hundreds of miles wide.

The dark brown river water of this big river is filled with countless corpses. Looking around, it is hundreds of miles wide. The river is full of incomplete corpses. These corpses slowly move with the flow of the river in this big river. They are like big fish in the fish pond that are breathing from the water due to the sultry heat, floating and sinking, endless!

Yang Xian's eyes flashed, and before the joy of escaping from the fire world could rise from his heart, he was shocked by the strange scene in front of him and his whole body was chilled.

He looked at the Heishui River in front of him and saw that among the corpses in the river, there were fish-headed and human-body monsters playing on the river surface, holding the corpses from time to time and gnawing on a few bites. These monsters obviously regarded the corpses in the river as food for survival.

“Where is this place?”

Shocked by the scene on the river, Yang Xian stepped into the void and looked elsewhere. He was now in a state of great masters of skill. His eyes were amazing. He could not hide a fly from thousands of miles away from his eyes. At this time, he saw a thousand miles away lying across the pass. This pass was a hundred feet high and stretched for countless thousands of miles. The fire on the city wall was blazing, and the tongues of flames illuminated half of the sky.

At this time, countless fish-headed men were rushing out of the Heishui River and jumping towards the heroic pass. These fish-headed monsters gathered while walking. Before reaching the heroic pass, they had already formed an army of monsters of unknown numbers, roaring towards the 100,000-year-old pass.

Yang Xian could see clearly that a plaque was hanging on the main gate of the Xiongguan with the three words "Zhentianguan". These three big characters were emitting a vast white ball of light at this time, and all monsters within three feet of the plaque were instantly turned into ashes.

At this time, the gate of the Xiongguan was still standing, but a section of the city wall hundreds of miles away had been broken by these monsters. There were many monsters running into the city along the gap. Although there were many human soldiers on the city wall killing these fish-headed monsters one after another, they could no longer stop them. In terms of combat power, ten people may not be able to beat a fish-headed monster. No matter whether it is strength or speed, it will not hit you.

"Zhentian Pass? This is the immortal Tian Pass!"

Yang Xian was shocked, "Why did you come here?"

He suddenly remembered something, turned around and looked back, and saw a thousand-foot Black Mountain standing quietly for thousands of miles. On the top of this Black Mountain, there were nine huge cities floating in the air, connected together by iron chains, slowly turning around the Black Mountain, making a rumble.

Yang Xian's eyes shone and spitted. When he looked carefully, he saw that there were a gray-white giant more than three meters tall roaring in the huge city, holding a bone knife in his hand and jumping down from the city one by one.

From time to time, caves opened on the Black Mountain, and people who jumped out of the cave were naked and howled and ran to the bottom of the mountain.

Looking further down the mountain, you will see hundreds of figures of different ages and costumes attacking the Thousand-Step Montenegro.

These figures have extremely powerful auras, and their magic weapons are extraordinary. They are obviously peerless masters of the Grand Master level, but somehow they all gathered here.

The great masters of martial arts all have the ability to fly and escape from the earth. At this time, these people are walking quickly under the Black Mountain like ordinary warriors, fighting against gray corpse-like giants, or fighting against blood-red giants. None of the two sides can fight in the air.

It seems that the sky cannot be lifted off the sky near Black Mountain, otherwise these people would never fight like ordinary people.

Among these people, Yang Xian saw Fengshouzhu, Lei Dongtian from the Demon Sect, and the doctor Li Qingnang, the rest were a scholar holding a giant pen like a rafter, a giant head Tuo holding a demon-subduing pestle, and a thin Taoist wielding dust. These people all shouted loudly and fought with the giants who jumped down the mountain and jumped into the city, each with casualties.

But these people Yang Xian just glanced at the leader at the forefront of these people.

It was a tall middle-aged man wearing a blue crown and a Confucian uniform. Behind him was a dozen people dressed in Confucian scholars, and he was also holding weapons and moving forward with his hands.

When Yang Xian set his eyes on the middle-aged man in charge, the middle-aged man suddenly turned around and looked at Yang Xian's eyes.

"teacher?"

"Yi'er?"

The middle-aged Confucian man in the lead was Yang Xian’s teacher, Mei Niansheng, the head of the Confucian sect.

Yang Xian was about to go up to speak when Xiao Tianjue's voice was heard next to him, "Brother Yang, I can no longer suppress it. I will trigger the grandmaster disaster!"

Yang Xian had a sharp thought and said loudly: "Since you have overcome the tribulation, then go to Heishan!"
Chapter completed!