Xingyun flowed like water, and in front of him and Cuiyu, a bronze light curtain formed a difficult bronze light curtain.
Bingfeng's face is gloomy as a lead cloud, and the white fire is burning on his hand, but he can't help the ancients. Although the ancient wasteland is only blocked, the hard arm and majestic power make her arm and palm pain.
Very, uncomfortable.
The ancient and calm one seems to have nothing to do. His strength has indeed improved a lot. Shenwu Eight Types, the more cultivated, the more benefits you get. After all, his creator is a world beyond this world.
The peak existing super master.
Perhaps, in the endless nothing, someone surpassed him, but this world is absolutely not. After the devil fist, this is the first supreme martial arts obtained by the ancient waste.
But it is not the so -called martial arts.
Bingfeng attacked for a long time, but there was no slightest achievement at all. Two bullying frost Sai Xue's arm was a bit red and swollen. She herself couldn't help but be surprised. If the ancient waste was attacked, then her consequences were too
it goes without saying.
Bingfeng and then retreating, the beautiful face is full of anger, more, but it is a heartbreaking despair. A screaming sound, Bingfeng sank into the world, disappearing the eyes of ancient waste and jade jade.
Among them, the speed is amazing.
The ancient desert sighed, although the flood and golden dragon betrayed the oath of the former, and had to kill him several times.
Angry was transferred to Bingfeng.
Holding the jade jade, the trend of thought in ancient times is as good as that, and the undercurrents are turbulent. If it is not strong, there will be no such thing. But if it does not change, will he still exist now?
A corpse in the barren mountains.
The ancient waste turned his head and looked at the pale jade, feeling pity. The ancient deserted road: "Jade, these days, you are ready, we must pull the flood continent as soon as possible to a higher level.
In order to make the practitioners here stronger. "
Although there are only a thousand years left, the ancient shortage does not care. Some things, once possessed, better than the forestry. Live longer, even the world invincible, and it will not be a good thing.
Why the past and future!
When I returned to the Honghuang continent again, the emotions of the ancient wasteland were even more deep. He looked at this world, raised his land, and mood was unprecedented. If this time, he thought about cultivation and preserving everything.
Then, now he has an extra indifference, more calm. Isn't the world destruction and human death, isn't it a part of the rules?
If a person can break the limit, is it a chicken and dog ascending the sky? What the ancient waste thinks is that it is impossible. There is rules in the world. Even if you can never die, you can’t let your loved ones die.
What is it? The ancient barren sighed, farewell to the jade that was preparing everything, and walked towards a distance.
Before leaving, he had to walk through. Ye Luo returned to root. He was not fallen leaves, nor did he need to go out of the valley from the ancient family.
The entrance.
Here, it is a narrow mountain road, on the cliffs on both sides, full of dead vines. However, some old trees have strong vitality. Life and death, everywhere in animals or plants, it is inevitable to die.
The same is true.
Entering the golden beast ore mountains, the land here is a strange golden color. It is not to say that the land here is like golden stones, which cannot grow plants. On the contrary, this golden land is very fertile, and it also contains rich metal elements.
Guhuang grabbed a golden soil, squeezed it in his hands, sniffed, and spilled into the air with a smile. The dust fell and fell on the ancient wasteland, but he didn't care.
Go forward, in the golden beast ore mountains.
Remember that year, along the way, practicing the marksmanship was chased by a large number of golden beasts. In the end, he fled and had to escape from the mountains. Thinking of it here, the ancient waste suddenly moved in his heart.
It looks like.
Although the ancient shortage has red snow and blood evils, the ordinary gold and silver guns are never forgotten by the ancient shortage. After the red snow and blood evil are born, it is more like ancient wasteland.
Friends, not the so -called simple weapon.
Thinking of this, Guhuang went slowly and walked towards Huosheng City.
Huosheng City, the dark red city wall, like the blood that has just been dry. Here, it has always been a place where soldiers must fight. Not only because of the location here, but also the minerals here.
Huge. This is exactly the first place on the mainland to be rich in weapons. Therefore, it must be a virtual dazzling.
The ancient shortage walked into the city Guo, but he was not seen by the soldiers who guarded the city. He was calm and wandered here. Here, in the legend, it is the paradise of the soldiers.
Fa, for the monks, but Err.
Suddenly, a ruinedched house was printed with ancient eyes. It was faintly seen. You can see the traces of the year.
When I got the chattering guy.
The corner of the ancient barren mouth set off a soft arc, which slowly walked into it. The former weapon shop, the current thatched house, made the ancient desert happy. Feel the faint metal atmosphere, and the ancient shortage looked at it.
This time, no guy came, and there was no look like a weapon shop. The ancient deserted was stunned again, and I couldn't help but sigh. The here is already deserted, there is no trace of people.
Here.
Later, it was Dark Forest, the ban on the west of the mainland. The ancient wasteland did not go deep into it, avoided the black mist, disappeared here. Sichuan stream area, the first danger of the mainland.
It's.
However, he did not approach, watched from a distance, converged all breaths, as if a period of dead wood. Here, he encountered the long water and wood. The water and wood are extraordinary.
When Guhuang thought of him, he would inevitably think of Ling Tong, his most proud disciple. Looking back, he seemed to see Tianji City. Tianji City.
In this last stop, the ancient wasteland did not procrastinates, a thousand miles, and soon arrived there. Heaven City, to take the meaning of winning the opportunity. A long time ago, there was a strong empire on the mainland. Here, the capital of the empire was
The center of the mainland.
Ancient wasteland does not remember why the empire is named. In the city of heaven, it is still lively. The ancient wasteland once set up a stall to calculate the hexagrams. Now think about it, very fun.
Also located here.
Thinking of this ancestral gate, Guhuang remembered a person. This is an old man, but the old man who enters the road. His name is called Xiang Wen Tian. He is Ling Tong's first master.
Most of the road to enter the road is affected by him.
After walking for a while, Guhuang saw the quiet sect gate. In the city of Tianji City, it was rare to find such a place where mountains and rivers showed.
Qu, as if Tianhe is complicated.
Suddenly, Guhuang looked at one of the mountains. There, there was an unusually strong atmosphere. Although the man did not deliberately release it, the ancient desert could still be felt.
Zongmen.
The ancient desert was surprised to find that the strong here was so many. Although when the flood continent was sealed, it could not rise, but it did not mean that the practitioners here could not improve their strength. On the contrary, they could be fiercely.
promote.
The Honghuang continent is strange. Above the boundary level, there are still people who can break through. The ancient waste of the ancient desert naturally alarm the strong existence.
Come in. "
The ancient desert's face was weird. I didn't expect that this guy was still alive. The ancient desert did not hesitate to pass by, and appeared on the top of the mountain that was previously felt. An old man with white hair was crossing his knees.
Big baby.
Xiang Wen's heart shocked, and he couldn't help but say: "Ancient Wilderness?" Guhuang respectfully paid, and said: "Xiang Laozhang, congratulations to you to repair it." Xiang Wentian was the same as the chaotic five -layer repair.
In the middle, it is terrible.
Xiang Wentian can also feel the strength of the ancient wasteland, cheerful: "You are also very strong, but you can still meet." Guhuang carefully observed Xiang Wen Tian. Although he was strong, he seemed to integrate into nature.
There is no trace of breath.
The ancient waste couldn't help admiring that he could do this because the physical body was strong and locked all the breath. And asked the sky, but it really controlled each trace of power. The ancient wasteland realized the Shenwu Eight Type, and then began to move towards this.
Go in the direction.
From this point of view, the gap between the two is really not small. When I talked to Wen Tian and Guhuang for a while, they were very happy. Both were unswerving materials. One of the understanding of the Tao is high, and the understanding of the martial arts.
No test, communication is a lot of benefits.
Guhuang sighed. It seems that there are many ways to go in the world. However, the ancient desert also found its own way, and I would not envy the road of others.
Feasible, this old man is an example.
Guhuang also told Xiang Wentian about moving to the world. Although Xiang Wentian was a little surprised, he agreed to help without hesitation. Guhuang felt that this journey would not be peaceful. The monster that escaped from Cuiyu, Nan
A bird is not weak even if it lasts for a day.
Farewell to Old Man Xiang Wentian, Guhuang's figure swayed and disappeared here. This time, he completely walked through the path of the past, and the transformation of his heart was even more complete. And his own path became clearer...