This was the first thing Long Fei asked himself after arriving in the fairy world.
I really can't believe that the fairyland in front of me is completely different from the fairyland in my imagination. In Long Fei's mind, the fairyland should be filled with auspicious clouds, smoke, and a few fairy birds flying by from time to time. But what is here?
The grass doesn't grow, the sky is overcast with clouds, let alone the fairy birds, not even a sparrow is seen, which is really depressing. Those cultivators who have worked hard in the mortal world would have such birds if they knew about the fairy world.
He looks like shit, I wonder if he will decisively destroy his cultivation.
At this time, Long Fei was in a desolate Gobi desert. There were only dark clouds in the sky, and the ground was filled with endless desert. The only aspect that made Long Fei feel that this was a fairyland was that the spiritual energy here was really strong.
It's outrageous. Abundant is no longer enough to describe the density of spiritual energy here. Not to mention the world of cultivation, even the spiritual energy on Tianlong Continent cannot be compared with the density of spiritual energy here. Long Fei dares to bet that no matter how poor the qualifications are, staying here
One hundred years of cultivation in this kind of place is enough to ascend. Although this is a bit exaggerated, it proves the abundance of spiritual energy here. If it weren't for this rich spiritual energy, Long Fei would really wonder if he had traveled to some low-level plane again.
In fact, Long Fei felt a little anxious at this time, or simply said he was afraid, not afraid of danger, but afraid that he would not be able to go back. In a place like this where not even a ghost could be seen, it was impossible to ask anyone to inquire.
This piece of Gobi is even more outrageous. With Long Fei's consciousness, he can't even reach the end. It seems to be really endless. Fortunately, Long Fei doesn't need food and water, otherwise he might really starve to death in this desert. Then
But it's really embarrassing. I guess I will become the first cultivator in history to starve to death after ascension.
What makes Long Fei even more depressed is that after ascending, his cultivation level has not changed at all, neither rising nor falling. This has to make Long Fei start to wonder whether this immortal world is a little more advanced than the cultivation world.
Just face.
No matter what, Long Fei's current top priority is to find a creature. No matter what kind of creature it is, as long as it has a little bit of wisdom, even if it is a dog, Long Fei doesn't mind giving it a soul-searching technique. In this kind of confusion,
Under the situation, Long Fei really felt a little powerless.
Long Fei didn't know how long he had been flying, because here it was all daytime and there was no night at all. However, Long Fei estimated that with his flying speed, he might have flown out millions of kilometers long ago, but regardless of Long Fei
Whenever I open my consciousness, I still see the endless desert. This is really a devastating sight.
He kept flying like this. When he felt tired, he stopped to take a breath and looked around, but everything was the same. Except for the golden color, there was nothing else. Long Fei really didn't know if he would be able to do it if he continued like this.
Suffering from color blindness, his eyes can only see yellow. At this moment, Long Fei sincerely hates this color. He hates this color. Long Fei swears that in the future, even tobacco must be dyed in other colors, otherwise he will never touch it.
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Above the nine heavens.
In a large hall.
At this moment, there are three men sitting cross-legged on the ground in the middle of the hall. One of them is old, wearing a Taoist robe, and holding a whisk in his hand. The other is wearing a crown, a golden dragon robe, and a cigarette in his mouth.
He was holding two walnuts in his hand. There was also a man whose head was covered with knots, as if he had been beaten hundreds of times a day. He was wearing a tattered cassock that had not been washed since AD, and he was holding a broken rim in his left hand.
He held a broken bowl and a half-eaten chicken leg in his right hand, looking like an elder of a beggar gang.
There is a mirror in the middle of the three people, and what is reflected in the mirror is a handsome young man with white hair. He is flying at the moment and rolling his eyes from time to time.
"I asked you, Laojun, Mani, are you done playing? If you keep playing, I'm afraid this kid will go crazy!" The guy with a crown on his head and a cigarette in his mouth said casually while playing with walnuts.
"This kid is a fool. He can't see through such a small formation. How can he do anything for us in the future?" The old man holding a whisk in his hand said disdainfully. The old man looked like a respectable elder when he didn't speak.
His mouth was open and his face was exposed, giving him a flat look.
"Nah! The Nine Heavens Yellow Sand Formation, is this also called a small formation? Then you can find a bigger and more powerful formation than this and show it to me? This Buddha has tricked you, doesn't he just want me?
The ninth-grade lotus platform? It belongs to your uncle! I tell you, stinking Taoist priest, don’t let me see you in the west in the future, otherwise I will crush you every time I see you!” The pimple man took a hard bite of the chicken drumstick in his hand and put it aside casually.
In the broken bowl in his left hand, he pointed at the old man's nose and said contemptuously.
"Hehe!" The old man laughed evilly, looked at the pimpled man and shamelessly stretched out his hand and said: "Bring over your ninth-grade lotus platform, you can talk about anything!"
"As agreed, it will only be seven days! One more day you will accompany me with a Nine-turn Golden Pill!" The pimpled man stared at the old man, and his eyes meant the same thing - I can't trust you.
The old man nodded quickly and said impatiently: "Seven days, seven days! Bring it! I am willing to admit defeat if I bet!"
The pimple man reluctantly took out a lotus flower from his tattered cassock: "I'm warning you! Don't tear my nine-grade lotus platform into eight pieces, or else I will risk my life for you!" After saying that, the pimple man turned his head and closed his eyes.
He gritted his teeth and handed the lotus flower into the old man's hand.
As soon as the old man got the lotus, he quickly stuffed it into his pocket, as if to guard against thieves, as if he was afraid that the pimple man would regret it. After he was sure to hide the lotus, he lazily said: "When did I say that I will take your ninth-grade lotus platform?"
Cut into eight pieces? Don’t accuse a good person unjustly!” After saying this, he turned his head and murmured: “Of course the Nine-Rank Lotus Platform must be cut into nine pieces, you idiot!”
"Holy shit!" The pimple man immediately raised his middle finger: "The last time you borrowed the monkey's stick, you promised to return it within seven days, but what happened? It's okay if you haven't returned it until now, but you actually dismantled his stick.
Did you make a mistake? Did you know that the monkey cried in my house for more than a month and I finally got him a stick that was exactly the same?
That’s the end of it.”
"You have to be conscientious when you speak! It's not that I don't want it back, it's that he doesn't want it. Can you blame me?" the old man said unconvinced.
"Fuck!" The pimple man and the crown man both raised their middle fingers.
"If I borrow your alchemy furnace, kick a few holes in it, and then return it to you, do you still want it?" the pimple man said disdainfully.
The old man smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head: "Master Dao, I just want to study it. Who knew his broken stick was so brittle that it broke with just a light break?"
"I..." The pimple man was so excited that he grabbed the chicken legs in the broken bowl and tried to smash them.
At this time, the crown man quickly pressed his hands and said seriously: "Okay! Okay! Stop arguing, and stop complaining, Mani. Didn't my Yu Ruyi also lose in his hands? Let's talk about business now.
Come on! Laojun, you'd better withdraw from the battle, don't talk about this kid, even if I go in, I'll be trapped for a few days, and he won't be able to get out even if you give him a hundred years, so don't waste your time."
The old man looked at the pimpled man at this time.
Seeing the look from the old man, the pimple man quickly covered his pocket and said, "Look what I'm doing. I've given you everything. Let me go! Can't you just count me as the loser?" The pimple man looked resentful, mouthing
Li murmured: "I don't know what happened to me, but I would bet this kind of game with this stinky Taoist priest!"
"It's okay to let this kid go, but let me be clear. I'm not cheating. You said this kid has a good understanding and can see through any formation I set up." The old man said with a shameless face.
"Stinky Taoist, why do I despise you so much? I'm a late-stage Mahayana cultivator, and you throw down a top ancient formation, and you still have the nerve to say it? Why don't you just throw down the Milky Way formation?" said the pimple man.
He pointed at the old man's nose with his chicken leg and said angrily.
At this time, even the man with the crown couldn't help but give the old man a look of contempt.
"I think the place at the entrance to the fairyland is just too small!" The old man chuckled and said to himself.
"Okay! Who will be sent to pick up this kid now?" The man with the crown looked at the two people and asked doubtfully.
"Don't you have a man named Xiaobai under your command? Just let him go!" said the pimple man, waving his hand.
"Wait! Is this novice reliable?" the old man said with a worried look on his face.
The man with the crown spread his hands and said: "How can I know that people's hearts are separated from each other?"
"Damn! How did you become the emperor? You don't even have a confidant!" The old man and the pimple man said in unison.
"In today's world, people's hearts are not as old as they used to be! No! This matter is too important to allow for any mistakes. The three of us cannot show up. Although the people around me are basically reliable, no one can guarantee this kind of thing.
, the more people know about it, the more dangerous it is. If we leak it and let those who have different intentions hear it, then our plan will be in vain. I think it is safer to use Mani's people as this candidate.
A little!" The man with the crown looked serious, pointed at the man with the pimple and said solemnly.
The pimple man nodded: "Okay! But who should I let go?" The pimple man fell into deep thought.
"I think your chief female disciple is pretty good!" the old man said coquettishly.
The pimple man rolled his eyes at the old man: "Stinky Taoist, I'm warning you again, don't try to take advantage of my beloved disciple! She's really good, but she's a little too far away, and this kid will probably go crazy before she gets here.
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"Then what should we do? This one won't work, and that one is too far away. Who should we send?" asked the man with the crown.
"Wait! Let me think about it carefully!" The pimple man rubbed his temples, and after a moment he suddenly exclaimed: "Yes! What do you think of the monkey?"
The old man and the man with the crown looked at each other, and then nodded in unison.