A senior cultivator once said: If you want to become an immortal, you need to forget yourself...
Ghost Immortal Valley, this valley is called one of the four forbidden areas by the monks of Tianyu Continent. It is a dangerous valley with no return. It has always been a forbidden area for humans.
There are endless opportunities here. The mountains are full of spiritual plants and spiritual grasses. If you take any one of them outside the mountain, it will be worth a lot of money, and it will even be snatched by countless monks.
Precisely because the Ghost Fairy Valley has good feng shui and sufficient aura, the realm of the monsters here has improved very quickly, and their cultivation has gone smoothly. Over time, as most of the monsters in the valley are at high realms, they will naturally become frightened. He killed the group of human monks outside.
Ghost Immortal Valley is uniquely endowed with natural resources. Tens of thousands of immortals have been buried here, and a major incident occurred when immortals from the sky came to this valley from the sky.
In addition to Jiao Yue's one hundred self-sealed female immortals, there are countless immortal remains and countless strange sources in the Ghost Immortal Valley.
The Guixian Valley is huge in area and has countless ferocious beasts. Even the two brothers, Big Red and Second Red, only live in their own hilltop and never go far.
Xiaoqing just wandered in the rivers nearby.
The area of Fang Wuluo is less than one-tenth that of Guixiangu, but the biggest source of weirdness in Guixiangu today is undoubtedly a house inhabited by humans in the mountains.
From time to time, smoke rises from the house, and the valley is filled with the aroma of hot pot that should not be there.
Weird? That is a great opportunity and crisis for countless immortal geniuses and protagonists.
But in front of this house, there were two dancing chickens, an old man without any clothes on, a wild boar rolling on the snow, a snake tied around his waist, and of course, squatting on the ground using melted water. A boy playing in mud and snow.
Harmony, warmth, and happiness are all reflected in them.
There is no sense of tension and oppression in the world of immortality in that phenomenon, there is no exciting and bloody killing, and there is no destiny that is desperate to seize opportunities regardless of one's own safety.
Their existence constitutes the greatest and most pleasant weirdness in this valley!
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Everyone danced, sang, rolled, and played with impunity and no scruples in this most dangerous valley, causing some monsters to cast extremely envious glances in the dark.
They envied the two chickens, the pig and the snake. Of course, for the teenagers, they were afraid of this human being.
"Dahei, does it look good?" Fang Wu squeezed a pig with mud, picked it up and asked Dahei.
"Lulu." Dahei climbed up from the snow, jumped up and rushed towards Fang Wu, wagging his tail.
Looking at the pig in Fang Wu's hand, Dahei smiled happily and kept nudging Fang Wu with his head. It also picked up a handful of mud with its hooves.
Looking at Fang Wu's appearance, he sat on the ground and carefully pinched a little person out.
"Awesome, Dahei, I'll make a sow for you, and I'll play with you later." Fang Wu finished speaking and grabbed a handful of soil, preparing to make a sow as big as Dahei.
Dahei suddenly flew away the mud in Fang Wu's hand and growled: "I don't want any sows. Accompanying the master is the only pleasure."
Fang Wu lowered his head to his waist and asked, "Xiao Qing, do you want it? I'll pinch a female snake for you."
Xiao Qing spit out the letter and shook her head, with a look of despair on her face.
Fang Wu had dug out a ten-square-meter quagmire with melted snow water. He just sat in the quagmire, grabbed the mud in his hands, and shaped various animals and people.
The big black pig squatted beside Fang Wu and watched quietly.
"Do you know what this is?" Fang Wu took out a sword with wings and asked the big black pig.
chatter! Dahei shook his head. Although he knew that this was just a sword with wings, he also knew that the thing made from the master's hands must have a great origin.
Fang Wu took a slender wooden stick and gently whittled the clay sword a few times to trim the sword surface until it was neat.
He held it up in front of his eyes and admired it before saying, "This sword is called Feiyan! It was very strong back then and has given birth to a sword spirit. With it, you can fight your opponents across borders."
As soon as the big black pig heard that his master wanted to tell a story, his ears immediately stood up and he listened carefully.
The green snake around the waist is no longer twisted. The Lord is preaching, so listen carefully.
However, Fang Wu did not continue talking. He just sat in the quagmire, holding his chin in one hand, holding the mud sword in front of him and staring at it for a long time.
"Sir, are you thinking about the past again?" Dahei looked at Fang Wu's calm expression and guessed, and couldn't help but move closer to Fang Wu.
five minutes later.
"Fly... fly..." Fang Wu suddenly raised his sword and stood up from the quagmire. He even almost fell down because the soles of his feet were too slippery, but Da Hei was there and he immediately used his body to help Fang Wu get back on track.
"Fly... little flying sword... swish, swish!" Fang Wu held his sword high in the quagmire and kept saying fly, fly, flying. Every time he took a step, large mud splashes were splashed on the soles of his feet.
At this time, Fang Wu's body had been wrapped in mud and turned into a clay figure, but he was having a lot of fun.
The big black pig squinted its eyes and stood there, looking at the young man who raised his clay sword and ran against the winter wind. He squinted his eyes, but there was a smile on his lips: "What a childish master."
Xiao Qing got used to it. It was a divine beast. When he met Fang Wu for the first time, he probably understood what kind of human being he was.
Normal human monks, even if they are very powerful, would not bother fishing for the same thing all afternoon, but that day Fang Wu spent the whole afternoon fishing with Xiao Qing.
As Xiao Qing is in the Fugue Realm, it seems to be able to understand Fang Wu's behavior: the invincibility after being lonely like snow, and the childishness after returning to nature.
Just like Xiaoqing would swim around like crazy when she was alone at the bottom of the river.
No one can always remain elegant, no strong person can always maintain an unapproachable majesty. In a corner that no one knows, there may be a powerful empress who still needs to hold a rag doll to sleep.
The two chickens watched Fang Wu having fun and became even more excited. They jumped and sang while holding the ball and ran towards Fang Wu.
Prime Minister Cao has already integrated into it, and has completely reached the state where he only knows that he is me today. He is humming the demon clan's "Yao Wu Jiu Tian" to inspire military morale.
"Bengkaka!" Prime Minister Cao raised his hands above his head, and he could even wave his hands!
"Brother, look, it's a flower hand! That old Biden actually knows how to play a flower hand!" The immersed Er Hong was attracted by Prime Minister Cao's stunning dancing posture.
Dahong looked at it and was very surprised: "It turned out to be the long-lost flower hand shake of our monster clan!"
The withered and old body of Prime Minister Cao, however, erupted with powerful dance power, and his every move and smile as he danced exuded a wild and uninhibited spirit!
Dahong pondered, looking at Prime Minister Cao with admiration and said: "I really can't tell that these monsters are all rare geniuses. Not only can they swallow such spicy hot pot soup, but they can even dance with such amazing proficiency!"
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Crazy, all crazy! The fourth prince in the room kept repeating this sentence.
That is the prime minister of the Demon Clan Wu Kingdom, what on earth is he doing at this time!
I am the dignified fourth prince of the Demon Clan Wu Kingdom. I am a genius of the Demon Clan. I came with the mission of conquering the human race and ascending to the throne. What am I doing! Prime Minister, what is he doing again?
The fourth prince's heart collapsed, and he suddenly looked frightened. He lowered his head and saw that his fingers were trembling slightly.
Damn it! What kind of conditioned reflex is this!
The fourth prince panicked. He didn't want to hear the bewitching voice in his heart: I, the fourth prince of the demon clan Wu Kingdom, have never forgotten my dream of becoming a great dancer!
"No, no, I don't want to do this!" The fourth prince's eyes popped out, and he pinched his trembling, beating hands hard.
The fourth prince gritted his teeth, his lips were bleeding, and he cried: "I don't want to blend in with them! I want to be out of place! They are all monsters and lunatics! I am a demon cultivator, and I want to become an immortal! I don't want to Strip naked and dance in the valley!”
