Leisurely cultivating life

Zhou Fan walked around the stele, guessed the area it was connected to, took a deep breath, and sent a flying letter, ready to send it to Mu Jing.

He estimated that if he was not around for some time, Mu Jing would have to preside over the ending of Xiantian.

After finishing the arrangement, the next moment, Zhou Fan jumped lightly and threw himself into the stele, disappearing without a trace.

At the same time, there was a loud bang around the Dream Pearl, circle after circle of halos covered it, and seal characters like immeasurable constant sand hung down continuously.

"Ah~~~! Zhou Fan, shameless, shameless..."

Even the Dream Orb Artifact Spirit couldn't react, and found himself banned.

"Boom!!"

At this moment, the space suddenly split open, and a jade talisman floated down.

There was a bright light around the jade talisman, and strands of light hung down, falling straight into the halo that enveloped the fantasy bead.

Immediately, as if adding oil to the fire, the billowing glow boiled and condensed into a solid entity, constructing a layer of physical light shield outside the Dream Orb.

After finishing all this, the jade talisman made a crisp sound.

Immediately, a big hand that was crystal clear like jade stretched out, pinched the jade talisman, and slowly disappeared into this space.

In Yuxu Palace, a boy put away the jade talisman, while Patriarch Yuxu lowered his eyelids.

"They are all immortals, and they are still so reckless."

……

unknown place.

Quiet and deep, silent, strange rocks, big or small, standing densely, like protruding sharp teeth.

There is a strange tree on it, hundreds of feet high, curved like a snake, pale and dim.

On the strange tree, there are colorful flowers and leaves, which look like human faces.

As far as the eye can see, there are tens of thousands of people gathered together, their eyes widened, and when the wind blows, their resentment soars to the sky.

I don't know that there are Shaoyin spirits in groups, tangible but intangible, with armor like strange patterns on their bodies, and all kinds of weapons in their hands.

The army of Yin spirits is countless, like a tide, constantly moving forward, mighty and irresistible.

Above the gloomy void, in a flying palace, there are golden and jade pavilions, octagonal awnings, and green bamboos, pines and cypresses in the interior form an interesting contrast.

A girl in a red skirt was sitting on a cloud couch, she was naturally charming, her face was delicate and beautiful, her beautiful eyes were as clear as water, without any impurities.

Looking at the army of ghosts in the mirror light, she sighed melancholy, pointed with her slender hand, and a golden sword ball jumped out.

With a sudden stretch, it turns into thousands of sword lights, like a dragon, killing and cutting.

The sword qi surged vertically and horizontally, and each stroke had detailed and dense seal scripts that were born and died in it, and the power was unmatched.

Once the ghosts meet, they will dissipate, and there is no opponent.

Not long after, the seemingly overwhelming army of Yin spirits had been completely killed.

Immediately, all the sword energy suddenly turned, gathered into one, and turned into a golden sword pill again, but it was slightly dimmed, and fell into the hands of the woman in the red dress.

"Ah~"

The woman in the red dress sighed again, with a hint of impatience in her tone, and said: "There are so many Yin spirits, when will I have to kill them before I can grow!"

"Haha."

There was a loud laugh, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. A young man with wide eyebrows and long eyes, with his hands on his knees, strode forward and said, "Even a swordsman who has always specialized in swordsmanship can't bear it."

The woman in the red dress glanced at him, not wanting to speak.

Although the swordsmanship sect she was born in liked fighting the most, but this kind of meaningless killing would make anyone feel tired.

Finally, with a sigh, the woman in the red dress hugged her knees with both hands, leaned on the back of the high sandalwood couch, and said lazily: "If the sect rewards are not too great, I would not want to stay in this ghostly place. I don't see the sky all year round. After staying for a long time, I have an unpleasant smell on my body."

The young man laughed and said: "If the junior sister is unwilling to take action, then rest well, and leave the rest to the senior brother."

"Brother, please go ahead."

If it was in the past, the woman in the red skirt would definitely not want to let it go, after all, this endless army of ghosts is all the meritorious deeds of walking.

It's just that he has killed too many, and his mind is already exhausted.

Therefore, after muttering a word, he pulled the silk quilt, wrapped it around his body, and said, "I really don't know why the immortals of Xianmen are not willing to take action to destroy these inexhaustible ghosts, but let us juniors Fighting to kill here?"

"Several immortals must have their own plans, I just wait for the younger generation to obey."

The young man shook his head. Although they are at the peak of the mortal realm, they are still elusive about the minds of immortals.

What's more, I dare not think about it.

After all, immortals have great powers, so it would be no fun if any thoughts that should not have been noticed.

For a while, the two stopped talking, and Fei Gong also fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the two of them suddenly felt it. When they raised their heads, they saw a spot of light expanding at an unimaginable speed in the perennially gloomy sky.

Layer after layer of halo ripples spread out in all directions, and in each layer of water halo, there are thousands of fine and dense seal characters circulating, interweaving and interweaving into various pictures.

From it, all kinds of fairy sounds came out.

"This is……"

The two people in Fei Palace looked at each other, and they could see the horror in each other's eyes.

Not sure what happened?

And at this moment, their situation is not very good. They are affected by a magnificent aura, and they don't even have the strength to act.

Like a boat in a storm, helpless.

In the eyes of ordinary monks, the two of them were the pinnacles of the mortal world, but at this moment they stood there blankly, unable to do anything.

They have never felt this way.

At this moment, the two felt that time was unprecedentedly slow.

Make people crazy, make people crazy.

After a while, the halo seemed to expand to the limit and no longer expanded to the surroundings.