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You must know that after reaching the Holy Realm, the difficulty of cultivation has greatly increased. Some old monsters may need to spend several years or even more than ten years before they can reach a small realm.

Even those talented monsters of various races can never have the speed of Song Qingshu's cultivation!

And this time.

The milky white airflow in Song Qingshu's body suddenly came out, guiding Song Qingshu, as if he wanted him to go to another mountain range.

Looking at the milky white airflow floating in front of him, Song Qingshu took a rest for a while, then summoned the Sifang Giant Cauldron, then held a dark blue spear, followed the milky white airflow, and quickly walked to the mountain range.

When Song Qingshu just approached the mountain in front of him, he smelled a refreshing fragrance from a long distance, which made him almost fainted on the mountain.

This mountain range is majestic, majestic as the sky, like a block of heaven, full of exotic flowers and plants, full of vitality.

Soon, Song Qingshu came to the center of the top of the mountain by virtue of the majestic breath of life in his body and the energy of the four-square giant tripod.

In the central area of ​​the flat mountain top, there is a two-meter-square spring pool, which gurgles and overflows with sparkling brilliance, like a confluence of divine liquid, and this is actually a fountain of life!

By the spring pool, there are several half-meter-high trees, red as fire, sparkling, carved like red agate, like three dwarves, with branches like arms, and roots slightly exposed on the ground, like legs. odd hold.

Although short, it is as vigorous as a horned dragon, full of the breath of time, giving people a feeling of vicissitudes.

The aroma is so strong that it cannot be melted away. There is a pink fruit on the top of each of these trees, cut like beautiful jade, warm and clear, and the color of the tree is not quite the same.

Song Qingshu felt slightly surprised, several fruits were shaped like dolls, and they were all as big as fists, which must be hidden.

"Is this the fruit of life in Journey to the West?"

Song Qingshu stared at the fruits and muttered to himself.

A few trees are not moving, but a few pink fruits are swaying, as if they want to break free, which is very strange.

Looking at the crumbling fruits, Song Qingshu didn't dare to delay, rushed into the spring of life and picked them off respectively, sealing these fruits with true energy, otherwise the energy breath in the fruits would dissipate.

When Song Qingshu picked these fruits.

"Crash!"

The crimson fiery sacred tree sang, and the leaves turned, like a beautiful music, which surprised Song Qingshu again.

At this time, as the sun was setting, there was a terrifying aura coming from the endless abyss behind the mountains, which made Song Qingshu feel very uncomfortable.

For the abyss behind these mountains, Song Qingshu has been very strange since he first arrived.

Especially when he came out of the ancient bronze coffin, Song Qingshu felt that the disappearing Pure Jun Sword and Dark Blade seemed to be in this abyss.

Then Song Qingshu put these few fruits into the Qiankun bag, and then slowly walked to the edge of the cliff on the top of the mountain, looking towards the endless abyss behind.

This abyss is pitch black, like a bottomless pit, it seems to swallow people's mind.

"That's... an inheritance formation?!"

Song Qingshu was taken aback. In the endless abyss, he saw a broken formation hanging in the air, which was very ancient and mysterious.

He has a good eye, but it is impossible to see the bottom of the abyss, but this formation is not in the depths, it is suspended in the middle.

This formation is exactly the same as Song Qingshu's formation in Shura Field in the tomb of Emperor Tianmo, when he received the inheritance from the Demonic Daoist!

Even the light and aura emitted by that formation have not changed!

"Could it be that the formation in the Shura field...'Liu Li' led it there?!"

Song Qing stared blankly at the formation hanging in the middle of the abyss, and exclaimed.

It seems that this ancient abyss has existed since ancient times, what kind of secrets does it hold?No one knows, there are too many legends about it.

What is the barrenness under the endless abyss?Whether it is a creature or a kind of power, no one can tell, maybe only the magician has the insight.

The inheritance formation hangs quietly below without any fluctuations. I don't know what kind of power is used to do all this. It seems that it has never been shaken since ancient times.

However, this inheritance formation is incomplete, with unique scars carved over endless years, its luster has been covered by dust, and what is left is only plain and true.

However, the inheritance formation in the Shura field is perfect, without a single flaw.

At this moment, Song Qingshu's heart can't be calm, the ancient planet, the tomb of the Heavenly Demon Emperor, the ancient forbidden land... Where will it be next, outside the Shenguan?

This is an unpredictable journey. In the dark, there seems to be a magical force that guides Song Qingshu to embark on this journey!

Chapter 871 Miraculous fruit!

The setting sun dyed the sky red, and the 'desert air' suddenly became stronger, like a volcano about to erupt. Despite the breath of life and the blockage of the four-sided giant tripod, Song Qingshu could still feel the infinite 'desert air'. To devour him!

Song Qingshu, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, felt the breath of life lingering around him at this moment, and the huge tripod seemed to be unable to withstand the erosion of the 'barren air'.

So Song Qingshu walked towards the fountain of life. When Song Qingshu walked around, the sky full of 'barren air' rushed directly towards Song Qingshu.

However, when Song Qingshu walked into the range covered by the fountain of life, those 'barren air' no longer moved forward.

Song Qingshu's choice was correct. After the sky darkened, the ancient abyss became more and more terrifying. It seemed that a peerless fierce god was born, and the terrifying fluctuations surged, and the sky and the earth trembled.

'Arrogance' spread out, covering these mountains, and then rushed to the more distant restricted area, as if the end of the world was coming, there was no sound, only boundless depression.

Song Qingshu stood beside the Fountain of Life, quietly observing, his heart was extremely shocked, what kind of existence exists under the abyss, or what kind of power is it?

"Perhaps, only the Heavenly Demon Emperor or the Demonic Daoist resurrected can resist it, or is this the emperor's aura?"

Song Qingshu had thousands of thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't really figure it out clearly.

Then Song Qingshu stopped thinking about these things, but took out a fruit plucked from the sacred tree from the Qiankun bag.

Song Qingshu put the fruit in his palm and observed it carefully.

This fruit is carved like pink jade, but with a big fist, it looks like a pink doll, very vivid, the fragrance permeates the internal organs, moistens every inch of Song Qingshu's flesh and blood, rich and fragrant, this is an irresistible temptation, crystal clear The fruit contains infinite vitality.

Then Song Qingshu took a bite of the pink jade-like fruit. The aroma filled his mouth, and his whole body was shrouded in brilliance. He felt as if he was about to ascend into the sky, and his whole body was hazy.

However, Song Qingshu didn't take it all at once, but began to meditate and refine after taking a bite, trying to maximize the potency of the medicine.

In just a split second, Song Qingshu's body seemed to be on fire, shrouded in fiery light.

"This is……"

Song Qingshu was taken aback.

He found that the Dao power in his body was nourishing, which made him feel comfortable.

"Shards of the rules of the Heaven and Earth Avenue!!"

"It turned out to be this thing!"

Song Qingshu's eyes shot out two rays of divine light, and his whole body became more radiant. There is a certain power of order in this fruit, and only those who have reached the divine state can perceive it.

"I didn't expect this fruit to be so miraculous, containing such fragments of the rules of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth..."

"But who planted this sacred tree here, or was it formed naturally?"

Song Qingshu sat cross-legged, murmured to himself, then closed his eyes, and began to refine the fragments of the sword rules in his body!

Time passed by every minute and every second, the night was peaceful, Song Qingshu remained silent, refining this fruit bit by bit.

"boom!"

Suddenly, in the middle of the night, Song Qingshu, who was in a meditative state, was awakened by a loud voice. The world seemed to be turned upside down, and the mountains were shaking.

"Crash!"

Afterwards, the sound of huge iron chains, like the magic sound from hell, filled the sky and covered the sky, resounding in the sky.

The terrible iron chain, the death-like sound, the huge noise, was icy cold, as if a peerless murderer had been beaten out of the hell cage.

Hearing these voices, Song Qingshu felt the slightest bit of horror, and the hairs all over stood on end. He felt a peerless murderous intent, 'If he wasn't near the fountain of life, his body might be torn apart.

Song Qingshu stood on the edge of the Fountain of Life, looked up into the distance, and suddenly a chill rose up his back, as if falling into an ice cellar.

Song Qingshu saw that in the distance, endless demonic clouds surged and rushed out of the abyss, like turbulent waves hitting the clouds, and a few huge iron chains could be vaguely seen flickering coldly, leading to the sky.

A terrifying existence was tightly locked, struggling in the sky, the world was about to collapse, and at the same time, there were bursts of low roars, resounding in people's hearts, like a mountain falling down.

"what is that?"

Song Qingshu murmured to himself, because of the breath in the magic cloud, Song Qingshu felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had encountered it somewhere before.

"Why do I feel that the aura in the magic cloud belongs to demons?"

Song Qingshu looked at the terrifying scene in the abyss, opened his lips and muttered to himself, then retreated to the side of the fountain of life, and continued to refine the holy fruit with a calm mind. External objects did not move his fundamental heart, he forgot everything, and was not disturbed by the voice. disturbed.

……

At the same time, in that endless abyss.

Under the inheritance formation, there is a huge sealing formation, and the magic cloud that fills the sky emerges from this sealing formation.

And on top of the sealing formation, a nine-color glazed pagoda was suspended there, and from above the pagoda, bright nine-color energies were continuously emitted, shooting into the sealing formation.

Beside the nine-color glazed pagoda is a long sword shining with golden light, and the golden energy also emerges from the sword body, shooting into the sealing formation.

On the other side is a pitch-black dagger. At this time, the dark golden lines on the dagger are flashing, and the dark golden energy is also shot into the large sealing formation.

And at this time, the sealing formation vibrated violently, and there seemed to be a terrifying existence underground, trying to break free from the sealing formation.

"Heiyuan, with us here, you will never break the seal set by the master!"

At this time, a voice came from the nine-color glazed pagoda, floating towards the sealing formation.

"Hmph! Liuli, thousands of years have passed, how much energy do you still have?

Without the supplement of immortal energy, how long can you maintain this large formation?

As for me, Heiyuan, my strength is slowly recovering. Although my original source was injured by the damned Heavenly Demon Emperor and I cannot recover to the peak strength, but when I break free from this seal, who in this world can you tell me? block me? ! "

Hearing the words of the Nine-Color Glazed Tile Pagoda, a very cold and void voice came from under the great sealing formation.

"Humph!"

The nine-color glazed pagoda did not speak, but continuously transformed the "desolate air" around it into its own energy, and projected it into the sealing formation.

The light emitted by the long sword and dagger on the side became more and more dazzling, and the energy input into the sealing formation became more and more intense.

With the replenishment of energy, the veins on the seal formation became more and more obvious, no longer dim, and the flow of energy was no longer blocked, it was very smooth.

Chapter 872 Returning Pure Jun Sword and Dark Blade!