Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 277
"Half a step?" Zhao Wujiang frowned.

The land gods do not appear in the world, and the peak combat power walking in the world is half a step to the first rank. This kind of strong man who has touched the realm of the first rank land gods can beat many strong masters at the peak of the great masters.

But ordinary great masters can't do a single trick in his hands.

The old man swayed the oars lightly, and the three of them had landed, and a huge peak with a height of more than 2000 feet appeared in front of them, which was the East Nine Mountains of Kunlun.

Standing under the giant peak, people are as small as ants under the sky.

The old man took off his bamboo hat, revealing the white hair tied into a small braid at the back of his head, and said with a smile:
"In the Kunlun Divine Mountain, anyone will sell our Kunlun Protoss face, so naturally he won't do anything to you.

But once you enter the realm of Kunlun, it's hard to say.

Countless people have been lost throughout the history, and once they step inside, they are destined for life and death!

If the entrant loses all his cultivation, even if he doesn't attack you inside, as long as he guards the exit, he will kill you easily!

So, little friend, try not to conflict with him as much as possible, he will somewhat save face and won't attack you so blatantly! "

Zhao Wujiang got off the boat with his hands on his shoulders, and he was dressed in black like ink, which was very conspicuous in the white snow.

He nodded slightly, but he didn't take this matter very seriously. He had already felt the spirit of the Five Emperors contained in the Kunlun Sacred Tree. According to his speculation, the Kunlun Sacred Tree was probably in the so-called Kunlun Realm.

The Kunlun sacred tree that the clan is looking for is actually the fallen branch of the sacred tree.

He is confident that after he obtains the Qi of the Five Emperors. Wood, his strength will be enough to fight against a half-step one.

The three climbed up the stairs, and the sky was covered with heavy snow. As the three climbed higher and higher, the vast sky seemed to be close at hand, and the white snow gradually covered the shoulders of the three.

At the time of You, the sky became darker and darker.

The seven major clans arrived one after another, chatted with each other, Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu rested in the hut in the forest.

Most of the Kunlun survivors live on the mountainside of the Kunlun East Nine Mountains. The houses are like houses, and everyone wears animal skin clan clothes. They live a tribal life similar to the Dayu period.

Zhao Wujiang discovered that on these clan clothes, there were green dragon and sacred tree totems inscribed on them.

It seems that here is the spirit of Qinglong guarding Qiongqi. The so-called survivors of Kunlun are probably the group of people who were ordered by Emperor Shun to guard the seal.

The next day, at the beginning of the morning.

As the sun rises in the east, 70 members of the clan and Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu climbed to the top of the mountain under the leadership of the survivors of the Kunlun clan.

Kunlun East Nine Mountains is more than two thousand feet high, and the wind and snow pervade the mountain tops all the year round.

Riding on the cold wind and snow, everyone gradually reached the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain is not steep, but more like a wide flat land, which is abnormally flat.

Covered with heavy snow, looking around, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, and the surrounding sky is gray and white, as if you have come to the world of wind and snow.

There was not much communication among the people along the way. The clan learned that Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu were from the royal family, so they showed more disdain and did not take the initiative to talk. in the world.

Zhao Wujiang was stepping on the mountain top and flat ground at this moment, with the howling cold wind blowing on his face, his face was calm, but his heart was already full of surprises.

Ever since he set foot on the top of the mountain, he could clearly feel the blood in his body gradually cheering and boiling, and he couldn't find the reason for a while.

"Everyone, I won't talk too much nonsense.

Presumably, someone in your respective clan has explained to you the Kunlun Realm in detail. "

An old man from the Kunlun survivors walked out of the crowd. He was dressed in thick animal skins, his beard and hair were all white, and he didn't have much imposing manner, but he seemed to be integrated with the surrounding world.

Holding a small bronze mirror the size of a palm in his hand, he pointed to the ground under his feet, and said slowly: "The realm of Kunlun is here.

Before opening the entrance, the old man has something to say.

Those who enter the realm of Kunlun will be covered by wind and snow and cannot be mobilized.

The old man knows that you are all here for the Kunlun Shenmu, but without cultivation, this trip is extremely dangerous, life and death are at stake, not all of you have to step in, you can also watch from the outside.

Those who step into the realm of Kunlun, whether you are joining forces or traveling alone, I hope that everyone will regard peace as the most important thing, and don't hurt harmony. "

The crowd nodded.

The wind and snow filled Zhao Wujiang's long robe, his long hair fluttered, and a murderous aura hit him.

He raised his eyes and saw that he was a bearded man from the Qin clan, dressed in green clothes.

The murderous intent in this person's eyes was undisguised, and the surrounding Qin clan respected him very much.

Is this the strong man who is half-step and first-rank?In Zhao Wujiang's eyes, the yin and yang are floating and sinking, this bearded man does not show the slightest aura, but he knows that this kind of strong man has already achieved the charm and restraint.

The old man of the Kunlun family narrowed his eyes, glanced lightly at Zhao Wujiang and the strong Qin family, then turned over the small bronze mirror in his hand, turned the mirror face down, and put it upside down on the snow-covered ground.

"boom"

The next moment, the sky and the earth seemed to be roaring, the top of the mountain began to shake, and the snow rolled down the mountain one after another.

Everyone exclaimed, and saw that the snow under their feet began to crack, and countless cracks began to extend.

Zhao Wujiang's expression was indifferent, with his hands folded in his sleeves, seeing the big bearded man of the Qin family looking over with evil eyes again, his eyes opened angrily, he stared back fiercely, his lips moved:

"Look at your mother!"

The bearded man was dressed in green clothes fluttering in the wind. Although the top of the mountain was shaking, he still stood firm as if the green hill was not moving. He was furious at the moment, but because he was on the territory of the survivors of Kunlun, he didn't get angry. Far away, he gave Zhao Wujiang not far away his murderous eyes.

The ground shook, and soon, dazzling skylight was reflected from the cracked gaps, and a jewel-like mirror surface appeared under everyone's feet, reflecting everyone's horrified faces.

The old man of the Kunlun family stood in the middle of the mirror and said with a smile:
"Everyone, the realm of Kunlun is in the Kunlun mirror, which is my family's god. If you want to step into it, you can step on the mirror in a cup of tea and recite "Kunlun" three times."

Everyone was still in horror, the mirror under their feet reflected the gray sky, the sky and the earth seemed to be upside down at this moment, they couldn't tell whether they were in the mirror or outside the mirror.

"Let's go, Ayu." Zhao Wujiang thought of Kunlun silently in his heart, his feet seemed to melt, and slowly soaked into the Kunlun mirror under his feet.

Wen Yu nodded and walked with Zhao Wujiang.

People from other clans also slowly entered, but there are still more than half of them who have not stepped in, some are still hesitant, and some choose to watch outside.

Two men and two women also entered the Kunlun survivors.

After a while, there were only 30 people left on the top of the Nuoda mountain.

White.

The earth, the sky, and the four fields are all hazy and white.

Zhao Wujiang walked side by side with Wen Yu, with both feet stepping on the snow, surrounded by howling cold wind, the cold wind was so strong that it seemed to want to blow out the fire of human life.

Snowflakes the size of a baby's fist fell one by one, quickly covering the path that Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu walked.

The sky was full of wind and snow, blinding their eyes, as if there were only the two of them in the world, a feeling of loneliness and desolation climbed into the hearts of the two of them.

With a thought in Zhao Wujiang's mind, he and Wen Yu were blessed with golden luck, like a continuously burning flame, dispelling the chill.

"Brother Wujiang. Where are we going?"

Wen Yu felt a small stove suddenly rising in his body, warming it up. He knew that it was probably Zhao Wujiang who did it, and looked at Zhao Wujiang with reverence in his eyes.

"Move forward."

Zhao Wujiang had a warm smile on his face, the wind and snow in the territory of Kunlun obscured his eyes, making him unable to see the direction clearly.

Wen Yu was puzzled: "Brother Wujiang, which direction is forward?"

Zhao Wujiang patted Wen Yu's shoulder with a smile, and took a big step forward:
"Wherever you go, go forward!"

(End of this chapter)