The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

Entering the ancient teleportation formation, Li Chuyi was enveloped in a ball of white mysterious light. His six senses were cut off and he no longer knew anything outside.

It seemed like a few breaths had passed, and it seemed like a long time had passed.

When Li Chuyi recovered his sixth sense, he found that he was suspended in a gray and foggy space.

This place seemed very big, and even if his consciousness spread out, it was difficult to find the edge for a while.

"What's going on? Shouldn't I be in the Magic Pavilion in the Source Land? Where is this place?"

"Why do you think you are still in this space passage?"

Li Chuyi pinched his chin and looked at everything around him, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

But the next moment, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his expression became a little panicked.

"No...it can't be. Now I should have arrived at the source, but the Magic Pavilion here has closed the space portal to the outside world?"

The teleportation array is to arrange an array at the starting point and end point to build a stable space channel.

The situation Li Chuyi faced now was that he had clearly arrived, but was blocked in the space passage. He could neither go out nor return the same way.

All in all, the situation is very embarrassing.

"Why does the magical main pavilion in the land of origin close this space portal?"

Li Chuyi took a deep breath and began to wander in this gray space, but he felt more and more uncomfortable.

"This...I won't be trapped here forever, right?"

Thinking of this, he looked back again. It was still gray and he couldn't find the way back.

Time passes by, there is no day or night here, and there is no distinction between years and months.

Li Chuyi flew down in a random direction. In addition, the perception in this space was also very vague, and he did not know how long he had stayed here.

"Hey, am I just looking for trouble?"

Seeing that his eyes were still hazy, Li Chuyi narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but sigh.

He thought that maybe he could stay in the first place, find such a quiet place, and build a square tiled house.

On a snowy night, it would be a better choice to light a stove or put a few melons on the ice in midsummer, then quietly push the cultivation level up.

The next moment, Li Chuyi's eyes narrowed, and his expression suddenly shook.

In front of him, a dark crack unexpectedly appeared, standing in front of him so suddenly.

The crack was about three feet long, with a faint white light shining through it. It looked so inconspicuous that he almost didn't notice it.

At this moment, feeling the strong spatial fluctuations coming from it, Li Chuyi didn't know how to make a decision.

After all, in this kind of space formation, if you miss a hair, you will be a thousand miles away. You can only go out at a fixed place.

Li Chuyi couldn't help but take a deep breath. He could imagine that if he got out of this crack, it would never be the magical pavilion where it came from.

He was thinking intently, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"No, what if we go out from here and fall directly into the perfect human race?"

"That's not right. Think of me as Mr. Li, my luck will not be so bad no matter what."

Immediately, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his eyes were also sharp, as if he had made a decision.

As soon as he thought about it, a jet black straight knife fell into his hand. This knife was just made by him casually.

However, as the two Buddhist inscriptions "Infinite" were attached to the handle of the knife, in an instant, the knife turned into an immortal weapon with an infinite handle. The blade was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through everything.

"I don't believe it today. I will really end up in that land of tigers and wolves later."

Li Chuyi took a deep breath, raised the immortal weapon in his hand, and swung it towards the crack.

In an instant, ripples appeared in the space, and as the sword flashed past, he disappeared at the same time.

The place of origin is a majestic and indescribably vast plateau.

There is no life here. The ground is covered with gray-black ores of different sizes, and there are also thick clouds in the sky.

It gives people the feeling of endless desolation, loneliness, and depression.

No matter what kind of creature it is, just one glance will make people unable to help but escape from this place.

However, on the top of this plateau, there is a dark lake. The edge of this lake cannot be seen. Rather than saying it is a lake, it is more accurate to say it is a sea.

Of course, if there is an immortal Buddha standing in the starry sky, leaning down and looking down, he will see such a scene.

That is at the edge of this dark lake, thirteen tributaries branched out in different directions, flowing forward like a rolling river.

And this dark lake seems to be the source of the thirteen Tongtian Rivers.

In the middle of the lake, there stood a regular square building that looked like a cage.

Covering an area of ​​nearly ten thousand miles, it is as intimidating as a giant.

And somewhere in the open air, there were several figures standing there. Their auras were very strange and unpredictable, both vast and erratic like clouds and smoke.

At this moment, each of them had their arms wrapped around each other, with smiles on their faces, as if they were watching a good show.

It's just that this smile looks inexplicably bloody and cruel.

In their eyes was a simple wooden table. At this moment, two figures were standing on both sides of the table.

On the ground next to them, there were many corpses lying strewn about, all in miserable state of death.

Among them are human monks, and some have physical abnormalities, such as having double heads, wings on their backs, or growing extremely tall...

One look at these and you will know that they are from all races in the world.

On the other side, there were many figures sitting cross-legged on the ground, but their feet were all hung with iron chains, as if they were imprisoned here.

Most of these people are monks, a few are creatures of all races, and occasionally there are a few who are born as immortals and are actually perfect humans.

At this moment, they all stared with eyes full of hatred and murderous intent, staring at the standing figures, as if they had torn each other into pieces and still couldn't understand their hatred.

"Zhen Qi, if you keep going on like this, you might as well let me come up and play a few games."

Suddenly, a very impatient voice sounded, it was someone who was waiting to watch the show.

"Zhenliu, what are you barking at?"

"I came up with this way of having fun first, so just watch it obediently."

This so-called Zhen Qi is a person standing at the small wooden table, and the person standing opposite him is actually a Silver Scale Ji Wei.

His cultivation level has even reached the seventh level, which is equivalent to the peak of the combined monks.

The Jiwei clan is famous throughout the world and is one of the strongest races. Their souls, bodies, and various magical powers and secrets are all extremely powerful. It can be said that they have no shortcomings.

Among them, although the silver scales are not as good as the gold scales, placed in the outside world, they are still a mountain that is insurmountable for countless creatures.

But the seven-level pinnacle silver scales in front of him were trembling non-stop, as if they were very frightened.

At this time, Zhen Qi suddenly grinned, which looked both scary and stiff.

"Come, let's start the game."

"Slap each other, whoever dies loses."