His whole body was shrouded in golden light, and his figure was blurry, but his proud air was clearly visible.
In the dust all over the sky, Zhan Wuji drove the "Wei of the World" and swept all the way at extremely fast speeds.
It seems that these two figures are particularly conspicuous in this world swept by catastrophe.
However, the ten-headed golden crows were flying on their own, not paying attention to them at all, as if neither of them was affected in any way.
At this time, Zhan Wuji was deep in thought while flying.
Along the way, the immortal named "Chi Yao" sent messages several times in succession, and he was able to reply quickly, but then "Chi Yao" made no sound again.
This is too strange!
But the most important thing now is that he doesn't have time to think too much.
After all, she just left a place for herself. When this god is deposed, she can transfer him to an ordinary Mahayana monk from the nine major sects.
Just as he was thinking, "Shiwei" on the side suddenly said: "Holy Son of War, is there anything you should pay special attention to when you come to this primitive world?"
Hearing this, Zhan Wuji immediately regained consciousness. He thought for a moment and immediately spoke: "Right now, what we need to pay most attention to is the human race's upcoming attack on Jianmu."
"Once the World Tree is broken, we will never get immortality again!"
"So, we must ascend to godhood before the tree is cut down!"
"But now we are getting closer and closer to Jianmu District, and there are more and more fallen immortals."
"Other than these, there's nothing to worry about."
"Shiwei" nodded and said: "Where are those guys?
Zhan Wuji added: "Senior Chuiyu, Senior Xiangzai, Senior Gumiao, and Senior Kongqing are all in the same village now."
"And War King Long Bo is probably protected by a certain race. His whereabouts are still unclear."
"In a place like this, the messenger charm is useless."
"However, you can say your name in the air and let them communicate with each other."
"Doing this will take some time, but it's more convenient."
"Shiwei" immediately remembered that if you want to become a strong person in the Mahayana realm, you must not only have strong strength, but also have a delicate heart!
Especially Zhan Wuji, he is a peerless figure who has experienced eighty-one catastrophes throughout his life!
The information the man in front of you possesses is the key to the entire chessboard!
At this moment, Zhan Wuji continued: "It's just that I have a way to determine the location of the new arrivals, but I can't determine who they are."
"Or I can communicate with them remotely and let them know something important."
"In this way, it will be easier for new people to join in the first place!"
"Shiwei" nodded and said: "I don't know who will join next, but it must be one of the four major demon sects!"
"Before I entered here, there was an agreement between the nine sects."
"This time, we are trapped. Next, it will be their turn."
"The next step is justice."
"Although the field is still vast, as long as I am given enough time, I can try again and again."
"In this way, we can know who the latest people are!"
When Zhan Wuji heard this, he immediately thought it was a good idea!
But now, they are just chess pieces, there is no need to bother.
But if there are several people playing together and these people are far away, then this method can only be used.
While thinking, the two approached the chessboard.
Zhan Wuji felt it carefully again, and sure enough he found that the chessboard was going deep into the ground at this moment, and was still changing its position.
Zhan Wuji thought of this, and in a flash, he came to the ground.
"Taste of the World" followed closely behind.
At this time, he could not be separated from Zhan Wuji, because the power of Zhan Wuji's law could help him resist the Ten Suns of Fire, but if he stayed away from this area, it would be the real flame that would burn him to ashes!
At this moment, Zhan Wuji said calmly: "Go underground."
"Okay!" "Shiwei" nodded.
After saying that, the two of them got into the ground together.
On the dry and moist ground, passages crisscrossed each other, and ancient runes flickered, giving off a sense of time.
At this moment, this immortal, who was as skinny as a stick and looked like he would collapse in the next moment, walked over with long strides, his sleeves flying.
The green leaves on his clothes released a fiery power that spread in all directions.
In the passage, monsters and aliens appear from time to time.
In the distance, those creatures sensed the presence of leaves and immediately fell to the ground and lay beside the corridor. They waited for it to pass for a while, then raised their heads and left quickly.
The alien immortal looked indifferent and ignored the aliens and demons at all, and walked straight through the crowd of people who were kneeling and worshiping them.
This underground space is really too big!
Throughout the ages, there have always been races with low strength and timidity, fleeing to avoid the true fire of the sun.
But for people like him, this is a dirty and dirty place.
This time, if the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference was not about to entertain the immortals of all races and lacked enough sacrifices, he would not have come here in person.
Just when he was thinking wildly, two black figures suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.
The alien immortal suddenly felt a sense of extreme fatigue, like a tide, swallowing him up in an instant!
His eyelids also closed involuntarily.
His feet staggered and he almost fell to the ground!
He struggled to open his eyes, his voice full of anger: "Who!"
"Hand over everyone!"
At this moment, a voice sounded in his ear.
"Human? I think you are tired of living!"
After saying that, he just rolled his sleeves.
The cocoons collected from the giant spider also poured out of Zong Shou's sleeves like a tide.
Not far away, a strong attraction suddenly sucked in all the cocoons.
The immortal immediately felt that something was wrong, but under the rules of heaven and earth, his thoughts became sluggish, and a thought was like being filled with lead, making it difficult to move.
At this moment, the voice came again: "How many races of immortals are there now?"
Although he didn't intend to say it out loud, he still cooperated and said: "If you include all the immortals, it would be the number of sands in the Ganges River. I don't know."
"But if you include the real immortals, there are more than a hundred in my realm alone."
"I didn't get a quota from other realms, so I'm not very sure."
As soon as he finished speaking, his aura began to surge, and he looked like he was going to fight for his life.
But the next moment, he felt that his mind was shaken, and he seemed to have forgotten one thing. The momentum that was still rising disappeared in an instant, and his thoughts became sluggish again.
Even the matter of the cocoon being stolen and the news from the upper world being leaked were all forgotten by him.
