"Suji", "Wuluo" and others were also surprised and followed closely behind.
Looking at the two people following him, the immortal raised his sleeves and came in the wind. He said calmly: "The ancient and the modern are fighting each other. Two gods are fighting each other."
"Some say this is the beginning of time, while others say this is the end of time."
"The real place of this chess game is outside the canyon."
Hearing this sentence, "Suji" and "Wuluo" were both stunned, and then "Suji" quickly said: "Dare you ask the fairy's name?"
"You and I are both the emperors of the upper world, why haven't we heard this rumor?"
The immortal chuckled lightly, "Creating something out of nothing" in the Wushi Villa was really over the top, but when he became an immortal, this rule was indeed extraordinary.
After thinking about it, these two guys might still be useful, so he added: "These are not the important points. Let's go first and see what era this is."
"I'm afraid this game of chess will be full of misfortunes!"
"But I already have the ability to protect you two."
"From now on, you just do what I tell you!"
While talking, the three of them had already walked out of the canyon.
The next moment, his sight changed and he appeared in a huge palace.
This shack is extremely high. For an average person, you have to raise your head completely to see the roof. The shed is surrounded by ventilation, and thick fences intersect like walls. The gaps are filled with huge plants, which are constantly swaying in the breeze.
There was a rumble of thunder in the distance.
In front of them was a hill-like cage.
In each cage, there is a human being who is dirty and has a numb expression.
They were naked and their eyes were dull. Yellow and white liquids flowed from the bottom of the cage, layer after layer, emitting a foul odor. Mosquito bites were everywhere, and there were bite scars everywhere. It had festered, exuding yellow and green pus, and the pungent smell was extremely strong.
When they looked at the three "Suji" people, their expressions did not change at all. They were like a group of domestic animals that had been kept in captivity for many years, without any wisdom, dignity, or life.
His hunting clothes blew away the stench that hit his face. At his level, the intelligent beings in all the worlds were so miserable, and he had long been used to it.
Although the human beings in front of me look extremely miserable, when I think about it carefully, I feel relieved.
If you can't ascend, you won't be able to escape death even if you sit there for ten thousand years.
In front of the immortal immortals, Mahayana monks are just ants!
The difference between immortals and mortals is simply worlds of difference!
His footsteps did not pause at all, and he walked out of the cages. Without even looking at the humans on both sides of the street, he whispered: "This is the headquarters of the Long Bo tribe."
"It seems that they are used by the Long Bo clan to feed us."
"We are just passers-by in the long river of time, don't worry about it."
"Let's go."
At this moment, a thunder suddenly came from the sky: "The cage was broken, and some people escaped."
Another person also said indifferently: "Give me one, and lock the others up for me."
The first thunderous person immediately replied: "Okay!"
The next second, a big hand that covered the sky and the sun appeared out of thin air. This big hand was completely black, with colorful mist swirling around it. In the mist, ferocious faces appeared faintly, and they opened their bloody mouths and spurted out streaks of blood. red tongue.
The big hand struck down hard with the sound of thunder, grabbing the immortal in his hand.
The god's expression moved, and his whole aura became perfect in an instant. There was no flaw in his demeanor, and a misty, lofty, and cold meaning suddenly burst out!
He used all his strength and struggled wildly.
But that big hand was like a big mountain, motionless, slowly holding the immortal and dragging him into a huge pool of water.
When he saw this ancient immortal at the "original" level, his strength was extremely terrifying and he couldn't get rid of it easily. He immediately yelled: "I am an immortal from the upper world! This is an immortal!"
"Killing immortals is against the will of heaven. I hope you can just stop and wish yourself good luck!"
"If not, your name will appear on the Immortal Killing Platform!"
"When the time comes, I will take away your 'origin', destroy your cultivation, and send you into reincarnation so that you will not be able to set foot on the road for three lifetimes. You will regret it."
Plop!
Before he finished speaking, he was thrown into the cauldron.
Sizzling...
As soon as the food fell into the oil pan, there was an explosion sound, and the immortals screamed.
"Suji" and "Wuluo" shook their heads, while "Suji" sighed: "A great emperor was so frightened by the illusion. Could it be that he hasn't seen through the illusion yet?"
"Wu Luo" frowned slightly: "He is just a little immortal, not the real Emperor of Heaven."
"Suji" said again: "If he is really a low-level immortal, how can he sneak into the lower realm?"
"Wuluo" replied: "I don't know either. This low-level immortal must be thinking wildly and thinks he is an immortal emperor."
"Suji" nodded slightly, "That's right. From the beginning of time to the end of time, this humble immortal was so devoted in his performance that he deceived himself and others!"
As soon as a figure in blue clothes walked out of the woods, a large net fell from the sky. The clouds and seals cleared the space, imprisoning, cursing, strengthening... and the pressure was overwhelming.
Sharp rocks drilled out of the ground, coming from all directions like a tsunami!
Seeing streaks of blood-red sword energy appearing out of thin air, slashing all around in an instant!
The sword light roared, like the Milky Way pouring down, making a thunderous noise, like a tractor, roaring on the ground.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
A harsh sound broke through the air, and all attacks from big nets, stone thorns, poison arrows, poison powder, spears... were easily cut off by the sword energy.
Realizing that he had been tricked, Zhan Wuji kept walking, turned into a mysterious light, and accelerated to escape.
However, just when he was about to escape the ambush range, three figures with linen and leather belts, bare feet and long hair shawl suddenly appeared in front of him.
One of them has a thin body, dark skin, piercing eyes, and is holding a huge axe. The man on the left carries a heavy hammer on his shoulder. He is tall and strong. Under his brown skin, strong muscles are clearly visible, giving him a strong feeling. To his right, sat an old man with gray hair. Although his face was already covered with wrinkles, his waist was as straight as a wall, and he was holding a huge shield in his hand.
The three of them were dressed simply, and their looks were far from handsome, but they all exuded an impeccable temperament.
Three, all eighty-one calamities!
Zhan Wuji was startled, and before he could think about it, he saw a flash of cold light, and a huge ax chopped off his head with a rumble of thunder.
At the same time, dull thunder sounded, and a sledgehammer struck from his side with the sound of howling wind. The big shield brought rolling sound waves and hit him directly!
