I just want to be a quiet man

Mountains with different styles flowed from the feet of Longbo Zhanwang like water.

Occasionally, mountains rubbed against his knees, shoulders, head, and even covered his body... During this time, they also passed through several abysses. The remnants of thunder in the abyss were still strong. Even the characteristics of the thunder system appeared.

Countless birds and beasts fled in panic along the way, and wherever they went, there was a lot of noise.

Longbo Zhanwang seemed to be walking normally, but his speed was extremely fast.

Not long after, it entered the depths of Qingyao Mountain.

The mountains here are more majestic and majestic, and the rivers are deeper and wider.

The sound of the torrential water is mighty and mighty, shuttling between the mountains, twists and turns, and has a long history.

Different from the outskirts of Qingyao Mountain, there are obviously more monster races here. Almost every mountain peak has thick monster aura condensed, like a column of smoke, rising into the sky.

Moreover, the monster clan here has a stronger aura, and they will not run away in panic when they sense the passing of Long Bo Zhanwang.

The vast majority of monster races just moved out of the way and continued with their own business immediately.

There is even a huge long snake, which looks like a mountain when it is coiled up. Its body is colorful, with seven horns on its head. It is surrounded by poisonous miasma, like a mountain haze.

Longbo Zhanwang glanced at him from a distance, didn't say anything, and walked directly on a detour.

"Snow Fox Clan, Nine-Life Cat, Golden Crow Clan, Sky Devouring Python..."

"Qingyao Mountain is huge, and the number of monster clans is not small even compared to the disciples of the nine major sects."

"It's just the lack of a real big demon..."

Looking at those demon clans with calm expressions and walking around leisurely, Pei Ling thought in his heart, coming to Qingyao Mountain this time is very different from the last time.

The attitude of this place towards Long Bo Zhanwang is completely different from the attitude towards the human race.

Standing on the shoulders of Longbo Zhanwang, Qingyao Mountain seems to be no longer a dangerous place, but a paradise far away from the hustle and bustle...

dong... dong... dong...

Amidst the earth-shattering movement, Longbo Zhanwang continued to move forward.

With his steps, the surrounding mountains and rivers receded quickly again.

The mountains were getting taller and taller, and even his body was gradually shrouded in the shadow of the tall and steep mountains.

As time passed, the shadow of the sun slanted to the west.

When the unique dusk fell, Longbo Zhanwang came to a barren wilderness.

Chapter 92: Prehistoric ruins.

This wilderness is incompatible with the surrounding lush and lush mountains and rivers. It is vast and vast, but it is shrouded in a layer of bloody mist, which blurs the outline in the distance, making it impossible to see the end of it.

The blood mist was dead and silent, and above the wilderness, there was no grass and no life.

Longbo Zhanwang strode into the blood mist, then stood still, full of momentum, burst out suddenly!

An ancient, long-lasting, heavy, chilling and powerful aura that seemed to be filled with endless sorrow diffused wantonly, and the blood mist suddenly changed. All blood colors rushed from all directions, and in a blink of an eye, they condensed into a huge blood-colored portal.

This door is tall and majestic, even Longbo Zhanwang can walk in calmly without bowing his head.

In the portal, there are endless bloody auras surging, majestic and solemn, like stormy waves, billowing endlessly.

Longbo Zhanwang looked calm and led Pei Ling into it.

The surrounding area was filled with blood, as if walking into a vast river of blood.

After a while, the blood color quietly dissipated, and what appeared in front of them was an unimaginable world.

Ancient, obsolete, dilapidated... An atmosphere that is completely different from today's Panya world, as if it still resides countless years ago.

From Pei Ling's perspective, there was also a wilderness in front of him.

It was desolate and ruined, as if by some force, all the vitality and energy were taken away.

At the end of the wilderness is a giant tree with a huge crown.

The giant tree has a towering momentum, and there are many hangings on it. Due to the long distance, the details cannot be seen clearly.

The long wind blows from nowhere, mighty and mighty, blowing up dust and sand all over the sky, making it even more desolate.

Longbo Zhanwang didn't stop, and walked under the giant tree.

As he walked, Pei Ling gradually saw the giant tree clearly. It did not grow on a flat ground, but stood out from an extremely deep abyss with no bottom in sight.

Even though all the branches are withered, the ancient atmosphere doesn't seem to belong to this era at all, but it still conveys a powerful and magnificent spirit.

On the giant tree, there are no buds and leaves, only the coffins are piled up, as if a world or a race was buried.

The thick sorrow is like substance, lingering in the whole world.

dong... dong... dong...

The dull footsteps sounded like thunder, resounding through the place step by step, other than that, there was no sound at all, the deathly silence was melancholy.

On the Xunmu, a green luan perched on a branch near the bottom, its gorgeous feathers reflected thousands of brilliance, the luan opened its eyes, its eyes were as sharp as lightning, it swept past Longbo Zhanwang in an instant, and immediately stopped at on Pei Ling.

In an instant, the demon emperor's aura filled this world, and the huge divine sense, like a stormy sea, swept back and forth countless times over Pei Ling's body in an instant.

Pei Ling's eyes were calm. With his current cultivation, he was no longer afraid of the Demon Emperor.

Even if the disguise is exposed, there is no need to worry about life and death!

Soon, Qingluan looked away, but just like before Longbo Zhanwang, he didn't notice any problem with "Yao Qingying".

Immediately afterwards, it looked at Longbo Zhanwang, without asking how the other party invited "Yao Qingying", and said directly: "You did a good job!"

"This emperor has always kept his promises, and now, he will give you the power you want."

Saying that, it closed its eyes, and in the search for wood, a faint vitality appeared immediately, and then it began to disappear quickly.

But soon, the loss stopped, and a huge coffin above Qingluan suddenly opened, and in the gap, before seeing what was inside, there was a red golden flame, illuminating the world.

When the flame sparkles, it will have a monstrous momentum, as if the light of a single spark is enough to burn the entire world!

Pei Ling immediately recognized that it was the golden crow's body of the Demon Emperor!

At that time, this body was severely injured by him with the Nine Soul Sword, but looking at the current posture, its vitality has been fully recovered!

The next moment, the coffin was completely opened, and a three-legged golden crow flew up high with billowing golden flames. Its body was flawless, and every feather was radiant in the golden flames, as if it had never been hurt before. generally.

The Golden Crow spread its wings and flew towards Longbo Zhanwang.

Longbo Zhanwang immediately closed his eyes.

The red golden flame surged up with the actions of the Golden Crow, and it reflected for a long time in a blink of an eye, turning this barren and dead land into a fiery golden red.

The Golden Crow flew extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had arrived in front of Longbo Zhanwang, and the moment it was about to touch the opponent, it turned into a beam of extremely dazzling flames, crashing into the center of his eyebrows!

A dazzling glare erupted between the eyebrows of Longbo Zhanwang, like the sun bursting, the whole world was filled with white light, and nothing could be seen clearly.

After a long time, the light weakened a little bit, revealing the figure of Longbo Zhanwang.

At this moment, the entire body of the King of War was ignited with a layer of red-golden flames.

The flame jumped violently and attached to his whole body, but it didn't hurt him at all.

And between his brows, there is an extra ancient rune, which looks like a big sun. When it shines, dense golden lines appear on all the exposed skin of the King of War. These lines are criss-crossed and extremely complicated. Finally None of them entered the big day between his brows.

It is like a whole totem with the sun as its core, full of bright and fiery aura.

At this moment, Longbo Zhanwang's aura has undergone earth-shaking changes, barbaric, powerful, and majestic... Standing there, he is like a huge beast, violent and terrifying.

Pei Ling was slightly surprised. The feeling that Long Bo Zhan Wang gave him before was just a foreign race in the tribulation period.

Moreover, its aura declines, which may not be comparable to that of the Nine Sect monks in the late stage of Hedao.

But now... the King of War's aura is unmatched, but he has directly crossed the tribulation period and became a foreign race in the Mahayana period!

The aura that had been continuously declining had also become in full swing, as if the sun was rising in the east.

It's like an old man who suddenly returned to the peak of youth and strength!

At this time, Qingluan said again: "This power is lent to you."

"If you can become an immortal this time, after ascending, you will owe the Qingyao Yaozu a cause and effect."

"In the future, if the Qingyao monster clan is in danger of extinction, even if it violates the rules of heaven, it must come to the lower realm to save it!"

"If you fail to become an immortal..."

"This power will return to Qingyao Mountain."

Longbo Zhanwang nodded slightly, and said in a thunderous voice: "Good!"

"Thank you Emperor."

"I'm going to integrate the power of the Golden Crow well, so I won't disturb the handover of the Monster Race Emperor."

Qingluan stopped talking.

Longbo Zhanwang turned and left. Under the control of the system, Pei Ling stood in the air and looked at Qingluan quietly.

The thunderous footsteps gradually faded away, and soon, the figure of Zhan Wang disappeared.

In this world, everything is dead and silent, only Pei Ling and Qingluan look at each other across the sky.

Qingluan's eyes were sharp like blades, she looked at Pei Ling, and asked calmly, "Yao Qingying, would you like to become Emperor Qingyao and take charge of the demon clan?"

Pei Ling nodded immediately.

Seeing that "Yao Qingying" agreed to inherit the position of Demon Emperor, Qingluan didn't make any request, and said directly: "Three days."

"Wait here for three days."

"At noon three days later, the Demon Emperor Succession Ceremony will be held."

"During this period, you will stay in Yu Yuan to practice."

"This place is the ruins of the wilderness, and it is more suitable for your growth than 'Little Zizaitian'."

Under the control of the system, Pei Ling nodded again, and then swaggered directly into the golden black coffin, and with a wave of his hand, the coffin lid closed.

Inside the coffin, the aura of the Great Sun's fire left by the Golden Crow was extremely strong, and as the coffin lid was closed, it immediately scrambled towards Pei Ling.

The system immediately controlled Pei Ling's body and began to practice [Eternal Fire True Art].

Chapter 93: The chess game is inauspicious.

Seeing this scene, Qingluan didn't pay too much attention.

Yao Qingying, this junior, has been observing him for thousands of years.

Its current strength may be a little weaker, but its character is definitely not a problem!

To pass on the position of the emperor of the monster clan to this junior, the only thing he has to do now is to train him to be invincible in the world before he really comes to an end!

Thinking of this, Qingluan immediately said in a clear voice: "After three days, all the monster races will come to Yuyuan!"

This voice was like a bell curling up, instantly spreading throughout Qingyao Mountain.

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Jiuyi Mountain.

secret place.

Under the high cliff, a three-legged tripod stands quietly.

This big tripod is hundreds of feet high, with cloud and thunder patterns engraved on all sides, and there are countless patterns of human farming, hunting, attacking, building cities, weaving... and so on, engraved on it.

However, in front of the high cliff in front of him, the tripod is as small as a drop of grain.

Right now, the tripod is filled with five-color sacrificial incense, and under the burning of the spiritual fire, smoke and clouds are lingering, and the clear and bitter breath quickly dissipates.

This incense is refined from thousands of medicinal materials and ores. After burning, the incense mist spirals upwards, covering the high and steep cliffs little by little.

The walls stand thousands of feet high, the entire surface is rugged, and no grass grows, all of which are hard rocks that are hard to reach.

On these solid rocks, there are many graceful figures carved.

Many figures are looking out, some are heroic, some are old, some look like children, some are mediocre, some are as beautiful as flowers... They are walking around the forest with oxen, or holding the flute In the leisurely courtyard, you might fold flowers and laugh and throw them on the vermilion tower, or you might fish by the stream... the only similarity is that almost all the figures have a peaceful and peaceful breath, and seem to come from the same source as the surrounding mountains and forests, without any conflict. .

At the top of the high cliff, there is a blurry figure from the back that is hard to recognize.

The slightly scrawled topknot was tied up on the back, and the big sleeves fluttered, as if he wanted to ride the wind to go home, and completely disappeared from this side of the cliff.