"Wow..."
The originally calm sea surface suddenly became windy and the waves were turbulent. The small boat was like a dead leaf drifting with the current, sometimes reaching the "clouds" and sometimes falling into the "abyss".
The three of Xin Zhuo stood on the bow of the ship and looked ahead. They saw a hundred miles ahead, a huge mirage, blurry and twists and turns, including ancient towers, broken pavilions and mass graves full of weapons. , boundless.
Jiang Guiyi said: "Huanji Mountain is reflected in the tide under this mirage. I don't know where it is reflected. It only appeared in the past ten years. Ancestor Snow King and the others are making calculations."
Just as Xin Zhuo was about to speak, he saw a dense crowd of figures behind him in the distance, carrying the majestic aura of the Holy King, coming over the waves.
Jiang Guiyi frowned slightly and said, "Why are so many people here?"
A little below his feet, the boat cut through the waves like an arrow from the string, and plunged into the "sea market" in an instant. Before Xin Zhuo and Xue Ji could react, they were enveloped by a shadow that covered the sky and the sun. On the edge of a hazy boundary wall with no end in sight, a huge tide appeared like a dragon sucking water, stretching for thousands of miles. The small boat entered like a mosquito under a towering tree.
The next moment, a powerful suction force came, and the boat moved thousands of miles forward with a "swish" sound and entered an unknown place at a speed beyond the understanding of the Holy Realm.
After half a stick of incense, my eyes focused. The boat was stranded on a beach. Looking around, I seemed to have entered another world.
The vision here is dim, as if a heavy rain is coming, but it doesn't matter if we can't see anything, because there is a hazy red sun and a hazy moon hanging in the sky.
The ground is dry and cracked rock. A little further away are peaks that are either bare or covered with purple-black trees. Each peak is ten thousand feet high.
Between the peaks, there is a faint river, and the river water is colorful.
Farther away, the fog was hazy and shadowy, making it difficult to see clearly.
An aura of desolation and death came to my face.
This is like a place that has been abandoned forever!
It is very different from Xin Zhuo's imagination, which is like a sea of suffering and a thin sky.
"Miss."
The three young and handsome young men in front greeted them respectfully. They were obviously human saints, but at this moment they were as humble as dust. They glanced at Xin Zhuo and Xue Ji curiously, and then bent down on the side of the ship.
Jiang Guiyi's originally peaceful appearance suddenly changed, becoming decisive, cold and ruthless, and stepped on the backs of the three of them before walking down.
Xin Zhuo and Xue Ji looked at each other and got off the boat on the backs of the three of them.
The three saints did not feel insulted, but felt proud of it. They stood up and followed Jiang Guiyi: "The eldest lady has brought two seniors here, and her power will definitely increase greatly in the future!"
"Noisy!"
Jiang Guiyi put his hands behind his back and said coldly: "Has anything big happened in the days since I left?"
A young man carefully replied: "The ancestor of the Snow King led a group of seniors of the Holy Ruins and masters from various families to an unknown place. They just returned, but they were all injured. Now everything in the Snow Palace is controlled by Jun Ling." Commander Xiao is in charge, everything else...is business as usual!"
Jiang Guiyi frowned slightly.
Several people moved forward quickly, passing by the broken mountain peaks.
Xin Zhuo looked around and found that there were bones and corpses everywhere along the way. He encountered at least seven waves of fighting scenes. The fighters were of varying cultivation, including human saints, great saints and saint kings. These people's methods were indeed powerful, and they were all the same. There is no bells and whistles about the life-threatening technique, which can cause mountains and rivers to collapse with every move. But Jiang Guiyi didn't even look at it, as if he was used to it. After all, no matter how much this damn place collapses, it won't go anywhere. .
Not only are there fights, but there are also many erotic scenes. A group of men and women do not shy away from others, moaning and groaning, which makes people's blood flow.
Jiang Guiyi glanced at Xin Zhuo's curious eyes and said casually: "It's just a hunt for beauty, or maybe the contribution is less, and I can't survive anymore, so exchange items!"
Xin Zhuo nodded and smiled: "Very interesting!"
After saying that, Xue Ji glared at her fiercely.
Continuing to move forward, after thousands of miles, I saw seven peaks arching together in the distance, and there were rows of pavilions and palaces. They were not exquisite, and they were not even majestic. They were far different from the buildings outside.
In front of the pavilion building, on a huge stone, the words "Snow Palace" are dancing with dragons and phoenixes, exuding a heart-stopping and fierce attitude.
"The Snow Palace has arrived!"
Jiang Guiyi and a few people landed lightly on the stairs going up the mountain and walked slowly.
At this moment, there were many people on the stairs, dressed simply and even patched, but they were all in high spirits and had murderous eyes.
When he saw Jiang Guiyi, he bowed his hands with a bit of respect and said, "I've seen Miss Jiang!"
Jiang Guiyi didn't show even the slightest expression. He put his hands behind his back and was domineering. As he walked, he introduced to Xin Zhuo: "Brother, you need to remember that here, the more ruthless you are, the more others will be afraid of you. The more evil you are, the more others will be afraid of you!"
Xin Zhuo nodded: "I have learned a lesson!"
The higher you go up, the more people there are. When you reach the layers of pavilions on the top of the mountain, there are countless men, women, old and children of all shapes and sizes, ranging from the lowest quasi-sage cultivation level to the highest holy king level, all of them are just walking in a hurry.
Jiang Guiyi dismissed the three "slaves" and led Xin Zhuo and Xue Ji straight to a magnificent palace in the depths. This palace has a very special shape and seems to be guarded by unknown formations. In front of the palace are ten masters of the Great Saint Realm. The gatekeepers all had bright eyes.
Xin Zhuo and Xue Ji looked at each other, and it was hard not to sigh. The Great Sage Realm has become a gatekeeper here. Will anyone believe it?
"Jiang Guiyi, returned from the ruins of Xiniu Sanctuary Divine Kingdom!"
Jiang Guiyi handed over a jade identity tag.
One of the guards did not answer. He glanced at Xin Zhuo and Xue Ji curiously and said with a smile: "The commander-in-chief has been waiting for Miss Jiang for a long time. Please come in!"
Jiang Guiyi winked and led Xin Zhuo and Xue Ji through the door. The moment he entered, he lowered his voice and said, "This Jun Lingxiao is half-stepping into the Third Realm of Huangji. He is very powerful, but he won't fight me, so be careful what you say."
Xin Zhuo nodded.
As soon as he entered the main hall, a fierce pressure came over him.
I saw a jade throne at the end of the deep and vast hall. On the steps under the throne, there was a person sitting cross-legged. He was tall, wearing black brocade clothes, a red cloak, and dragon boots. His nose was slightly high, and his eyes were deep. He looked a little gloomy. .
Xin Zhuo looked at this person carefully. He was very strong, but not averagely strong. He was the type that you knew you couldn't beat as soon as you saw him.
"Haha, sister Guiyi is finally back."
The young man did not get up, but said casually: "Ye Yichen is dying."
Jiang Guiyi's face changed drastically, and his breathing became faster. He clenched his fists to hold back, and pointed at Xin Zhuo with difficulty: "I understand, my brother Xin Zhuo is in the first stage of the Saint King; my sister-in-law Xue Ji is the Great Saint. Back to the realm. Follow me into the Snow Palace to practice, please make arrangements with your Majesty the Great!"
"Easy to say!"
Jun Lingxiao clicked her nails and looked at Xin Zhuo and Xue Ji silently for a moment, "My brother is going to live in the 37th Courtyard of the Fourth Pavilion. This woman will stay with me for half a month. This is the rule of the Snow Palace. Sister Guiyi should Understand."
Xin Zhuo's face darkened.
"Jun Lingxiao, are you sure you are going to embarrass me like this?" Jiang Guiyi was furious, "Who has been submissive in front of Brother Ye before?"
Jun Lingxiao's face was gloomy, and his whole person looked even more gloomy. After a moment, he laughed out loud: "Just kidding, don't get excited, go ahead!"
…
The Fourth Pavilion is the fourth-level mountain building of the Snow Palace. It is the residence for masters of the first level of the Saint King. The "Thirty-Seventh Courtyard" is a dilapidated courtyard near a cliff.
This means that Xin Zhuo is the thirty-seventh first-level Saint King in the Snow Palace!
Further up is the third pavilion, the residence of the masters of the Holy King.
Even though the difference between the two is only a small realm, it represents a powerful realm of suppression. Not surprisingly, this realm will take decades, hundreds of years, or even a lifetime to break.
And the higher the cultivation level, the harder it is to fight across borders.
Now Xin Zhuo is not sure that he will win the Holy King Middle Realm. The difference between one and two is not big. There is a decimal point in the middle, right? You have to try it!
He took Xue Ji into the yard, and saw overgrown grass, collapsed wooden beams, and a mess.
Ever since I left Fulong Mountain, I have never lived in such a shabby place in my life.
However, Xue Ji was very happy. She walked around in a circle with interest and started cleaning, like a little daughter-in-law living at home.
Xin Zhuo walked to the door of the courtyard and looked around. This ghost place was indeed a holy place for the masters of the holy realm in the world. There were at least dozens of holy kings in his perception.
The Saint Realm masters are all ancestors and highly respected outside, but they end up gathering here.
That’s nonsense!
This gave him a feeling that he was also very ordinary.
But it's interesting and challenging.
By the way, I wonder which faction Li Chunyuan and Ye Miaojin belong to?
"Plop!"
At this moment, a gray-faced woman suddenly came from a distance and knelt down in front of him, respectful to the dust. (End of chapter)
