Kunlun.
This is a vast primitive world.
Just outside Kunlun, the majestic and majestic mountains have stretched into a piece, all towering into the Qingming, and the mountains are surrounded by stars and chaos.
Even the Jidao Emperor, before he stood in Kunlun, felt the overwhelming aura that overwhelmed all the wastelands, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Not only that, countless large dragons intertwined with each other, with different postures, but most of them were soaring, and together they guarded the core fairy land in the center.
There, the divine glow was gorgeous, the auspicious colors and mist were steaming, drowning everything.
As one of the three original sacred mountains in the human world, Kunlun Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountain was supposed to be the only sacred land in the world.
However, millions of years ago, Kunlun's Ninety-nine Dragon Mountains were moved away with the power of Gaidai, leaving only a large crater with an unknown radius of thousands of miles in place.
Fortunately, that person did not cut off the earth's dragon vein.
After nearly a million years of gestation, extraordinary weather has manifested itself in the Kunlun Crater.
Countless dragon-veined immortal spirits gathered in the depths of the earth to guard one bead among them.
If things continue like this, maybe another majestic sacred mountain will emerge from the ground here, but it's not certain.
Of course, even if the sacred mountain can regenerate, it may take millions of years.
Moreover, it is definitely far inferior to the Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountain in the past. But it will definitely be an existence like a fairyland in the world of mortals.
At this moment, the fairy mountain has not yet reappeared, but there is another extraordinary phenomenon manifesting here.
Thousands of auspicious colors are steaming out from the ground, and a mysterious and inexplicable aura spreads, and the crystal clear fairy light shines out.
Deep in the earth, a clay coffin that seemed ordinary but was actually made of the legendary Du'e soil trembled and was immediately opened.
In an instant, endless immortal energy surged out, and the clouds overflowed, as if they were about to soar.
In the Kunlun Deep Pit in the outside world, chaos and fairy light intertwined, condensing into the shapes of true dragons and divine phoenixes. The ups and downs here added to the mystery and strangeness.
Immediately, a fat Taoist priest wearing mythical heavenly clothes sat up from the clay coffin, looking at the various rare treasures in the coffin with a blank look on his face.
Immediately afterwards, a divine crystal next to him was touched, and suddenly the past events came back to him.
The fat Taoist priest's expression changed from confusion to surprise at the beginning. By the end, his eyes were already shining with a slightly lewd light.
One of his hands could not help but rub the treasures of heaven and earth piled around him. The corners of his mouth almost reached the base of his ears, looking arrogant:
"Hmph! Emperors, Immortal Emperors, and immortal birds are just passing clouds!"
"It takes millions of years to become an immortal, but it still depends on me..."
Duan De shook his head and looked quite emotional, as if he was feeling the sadness of the mortal world being perishable and no one being immortal. However, his hands never stopped and he packed up the treasures in the coffin in the blink of an eye.
After packing his bags, Duan De patted his butt and was about to break through the soil and leave this place.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, why is it so difficult to dig a horse into the soil here? I'll go!"
After a long time, Duan De finally emerged from the ground in disgrace.
In fact, Kunlun's dragon veins gathered together, and as a "feng shui master", he could naturally see through Kunlun's atmosphere at a glance.
At the same time, Duan De thought that after hundreds of thousands of years, the Immortal Emperor must no longer be walking around on earth.
So he had already regarded Kunlun as an endless treasure house that he could mine in the future. Because of this, he was absolutely unwilling to destroy the general trend of the world in advance, so he chose to dig out the earth.
However, before he could be happy, a majestic figure was already sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the cave. At this moment, the man was looking at him teasingly.
Duan De couldn't help but be stunned on the spot for the first time.
And when he reacted, there was a heart-rending scream, like a pig being slaughtered:
"I really don't want to dig your grave -"
Zhou Luo was speechless for a while, then looked at Duan De indifferently, with a malicious smile on his lips:
"Oh? Really? Why did I just seem to hear someone talking shamelessly, saying that 'the Emperor, the Immortal Emperor, and the immortal bird are all just a passing cloud'?"
Hearing this, Duan De lowered his head with a slight guilt, raised his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead, put on a smile on his face that was uglier than crying, and said with quibbles:
"Talk in sleep, it's all talk in sleep! People are like this when they just wake up..."
Duan De's emperor-level body has not yet been chopped off, and his sense of consciousness is still quite sharp. Naturally, he can sense that Zhou Luo is not really angry, and he is relieved.
Immediately, Duan De stared straight at Zhou Luo's face, and suddenly seemed to remember something more important. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and said hesitantly:
"Should I just sleep for one or two hundred thousand years? Is this place really that evil?"
Although the Immortal Emperor in front of him looked a bit older than he had seen in his previous life, he was only in his thirties and was still in his prime.
In Duan De's opinion, based on the performance of the Immortal Emperor when he was alive, if he lived a few more lives and had a lifespan of about 200,000 years, he would still be able to accept it.
In response, Zhou Luo smiled mysteriously, shook his head, and said in a calm tone:
"It's not that much, it's only five to six million years longer than you estimated."
"call--"
Duan De breathed a long sigh of relief and patted his chest:
"It's okay, it's okay, but it's only five or six hundred thousand - what!?"
The horrific screams came as expected.
By the time Duan De reacted, he was already crying loudly:
"Ugh - seven to eight hundred thousand years in one life, nine lives become an immortal, when will this end?"
Annoyed by Duan De's quarrel, Zhou Luo couldn't help but frown slightly and said impatiently:
"In this life, your condensation of the third reincarnation seal is the top priority. I have already deduced it for you, and the time spent in subsequent reincarnations should be greatly reduced."
Hearing this, Duan De immediately stopped his pretentious crying and began to sense the three sacred and white mysterious marks in his body. Then he couldn't help but smile stupidly:
"hey-hey……"
"hey-hey!"
For a moment, under Zhou Luo's particularly contemptuous gaze, Duan De finally stopped his idiotic behavior of "self-admiration" and regained his serious expression.
Finally, Duan De's IQ returned, and he thought of something again. He couldn't help but look up and down at the Immortal Emperor opposite him, and said tentatively:
"You can't possibly survive like this for these seven or eight hundred thousand years? Have you not committed suicide?"
Zhou Luo said calmly: "I didn't kill myself, I just survived."
Hearing this, Duan De couldn't help but be stunned. After a long time, he couldn't help but muttered:
"You guys, have you become an immortal?"
In response, Zhou Luo only smiled slightly:
"This emperor has indeed gone through the entire tribulation of becoming an immortal, and he has not passed away."
Even though his heart was numb and he had been mentally prepared for a long time, when he heard the Immortal Emperor personally admit it, Duan De finally realized for a while, and finally he could only hold back two words:
"abnormal!"
