He sighed and said: "This world belongs to you. The so-called Great Emperor is just here to clear things up!"
"What do you mean? Can you elaborate more?" Yu Zun rubbed his forehead and said.
"Hey! These secrets that happened tens of thousands of years ago are still unspeakable even now." Lu Jian's bright eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, and he seemed to have caught something in Yu Zun's body.
Yu Zun said quietly: "But it's because I'm waiting for these children?"
"Don't ask me, I can't tell." After Lu Jian said this, he quickly retreated.
When I looked again, there were no red-robed Patriarchs anywhere, even those gray and green ones had lost their color.
Yu Zun looked at the sky, sighed, and said: "Maybe there is something weird about the secrets from tens of thousands of years ago!"
In that bright world, there are countless flags. In that bright and dark pool, the silent waves occasionally flash with a hint of splendor. Everyone stands by a pool, quietly looking at the pool full of hope. , said: "This deep pool seems a little weird!"
Yu Zun looked at the deep pool. After a moment, he suddenly pulled out and jumped into the water. The water patterns in the pool suddenly exploded.
boom! A sound.
A bolt of lightning actually jumped out of the quiet pool. The lightning actually jumped out of a pool, which was really amazing.
At this moment, everything changed. The deep night sky suddenly turned into a quiet land, and the white land suddenly turned into a bright starry sky.
Those banners and flags suddenly gave out bursts of shouts, and tens of thousands of deserted people suddenly poured out from the deep pool. At this time, time and space intertwined, and the dazzled people were waved by Yu Zun without hesitation. The light of the knife was introduced into the deep pool.
boom!
What kind of world is that? It’s simply indescribable!
On that white land, there were scorching fires everywhere, and in that endless wilderness, only a huge peak stood at the end of the horizon.
What a mountain that is!
Countless long dragons were entangled around it, and lightning bolts jumped out from time to time in the dark sky. The lightning was so terrifying, a thick tornado, rolling with fire and thunder, as fierce as a real dragon.
At this time, the long dragon entrenched near the holy mountain suddenly roared several times, and then the sky and the earth turned into a world of vast purple energy.
Everyone fell from the sky and happened to fall on a long corridor. That corridor really stood in the sky. It was a distant corridor that stretched across the edge of the sky, but it was unknown where it led.
And the clusters of pale white pear blossoms are scattered all around the sky. These pear blossoms seem to have lost gravity, standing in the mid-air.
After taking a closer look, I discovered that the pale pear blossoms were actually a picture scroll. The picture scroll was made of ink flowers. It was indeed exquisite and unique, but I don't know who used this wonderful pen.
At this time, Xianxian suddenly shouted: "Is there anyone in my Yunmen here?"
Hearing this, everyone was shocked and said, "This person's handwriting is no less impressive than that of Senior Linghu An!"
Yu Zun said quietly: "It seems that it is not that simple! I think I am a member of the same path as the senior painting sages!"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this and thought: "Is it possible that the senior painting sage has not passed away yet?"
Some people also thought: "He can't be a fellow painter!"
However, those pear blossoms are not as cold and stiff as the objects transformed by the painter's pen. This piece of pear blossom fragrance is indeed in mid-air, swaying with the cold wind. When you smell the rice paper in the wind, it also makes bursts of trembling and crackling sounds. It is the fragrance of pear blossoms that remains in the wind that makes people feel... Heartbroken.
Everyone walked forward along the quiet corridor. After a while, they touched the piece of pen and ink. The closer they got, the more horrified they felt in their hearts. The piece of pen and ink was so brilliant, and the piece of pear blossom was fragrant. It turned out to be the fragrance of ink. Everyone gently put their fingers into the scroll. When they pulled it out, there was an ink mark on the fingertips. After a while, the ink mark turned into a colorful flower.
The fragrance of the flower never dissipates after being handled for a long time. When you smell the fragrance of the pear blossom, you feel so refreshed. The dust rolling on the ground also becomes a little lighter at this moment.
Where is the end of the corridor?
At this moment, everyone has an idea in their hearts, is this the Sancha Youluo Realm?
Someone soon told them that pieces of armed and iron horses came roaring toward everyone from the far northeast.
Those warriors and horses wearing armor were all burning with blazing flames, and Yu Zun suddenly thought of the world described in the blue book.
There was gradually a hint of darkness in his bright eyes.
Those warriors and fierce horses obviously did not come for them, but these golden swords and iron horses were extremely frightening. Their speed was so astonishing. They were originally at the end of the northeastern horizon, but not long after, they had reached them. around.
The horse neighed, the warrior shouted angrily, and at this moment, the pear blossoms suddenly fell from the sky. Those flowers that smelled so wonderful turned into pieces of horror. Human dagger.
Those flowers were so sharp, and the words and ink melted into sharp weapons for killing people in a matter of seconds.
Clang!
The warriors raised their war weapons and waved them into the sky.
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
Drops of blood fell to the ground like that, and then melted into patches of dry black blood.
Killing can be so easy!
Everyone couldn't help but feel a little more melancholy and sad in their hearts. Even the arrogant Yuan Taixuan had to admit at this moment that this murderous magic was not something everyone could resist.
At this moment, another burst of fighting sounds suddenly came from the northwest. Everyone was shocked and said, "It seems that more than one person is dueling with everyone!"
Yu Zun suddenly shouted: "Retreat!"
They ran quickly in the corridor, and after a while, the objects in front of them gradually became clear.
They were actually huge bronze bells and pieces of exquisite harps.
The copper bell was blown by the wind, making bursts of sweet chimes, and the harp was blown by pieces of fallen flowers, making crisp string sounds.
The world is so harmonious. The gentle breeze blows the bangs that are blocking everyone's eyes. The bangs rise and fall suddenly. The huge copper bell also flies up suddenly with the strong wind. , and suddenly fell.
And those stubborn soldiers seemed to be coming for the sound of music.
The soldiers wearing blue armor were burning with faint blue flames. The temperature of the flames was so intense that even some earth, stone and dead wood were burned to ashes.
Looking around, the soldiers seemed to be endless, rushing towards this beautiful land along the northwest.
The sky was suddenly bright and dark, and there was a burst of thunder and lightning. The giant peak surrounded by long dragons was so mysterious at the moment. It was like there were some divine objects hidden in the valleys. The long dragons were coiled in the sky. Suddenly there was a loud roar, and the hurricane in the mountains became more violent. The giant trees, rocks, and earth became so weak at this moment. Pieces of dry soil and forest trees were swept high into the sky by the hurricane.
At this time, everyone realized that there was a long corridor under their feet.
What kind of corridor is this? It's obviously an ancient dragon.
The long corridor was so peaceful, and the long dragon under its feet seemed to be asleep.
Everyone walked forward along the dragon's back lightly. At this time, a hint of surprise flashed across Xianxian's face and said: "Whose handiwork is this? This corridor is so lifelike!"
Yu Zun said quietly: "Presumably, this is the Sancha Youluo Realm!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers with blue flames all over their bodies jumped up to Xuantian and rushed toward the brocade bells.
But the strange thing is that before they could get close to the bronze bell and brocade, its body exploded into a ball of blood.
At this moment, the sound of the bells and the music of the piano became more and more magnificent. In front of Yu Zun and others, a map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains seemed to unfold. The map of rivers and mountains was so majestic and spectacular that at a glance, one felt relaxed and happy.
But at this moment, a ball of black withered blood was suddenly splashed on the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains map. Yu Zun and others were startled, and thought to themselves: "The sound of this harp and drum is so weird, these withered blood, Of course it must be the bloody lessons left behind by those countless battles!”
The crow's horn sounded, and pieces of black and dense crow's horns were scattered all over the sky. The sound of the crow's horn was cold, but it seemed to extinguish the flame armor on the soldiers.
The pieces of bitter brocade and the winding drums are so harmonious and so heart-stopping.
In the depths of the sky, there seemed to be countless battles hidden, and there seemed to be some hope hidden in the depths. There were shouts of killing and the sound of battles.
The whimpering crow's horn turned the originally peaceful sky into darkness.
Those soldiers standing on the ground leaped towards the sky from time to time. However, every time they leaped into the sky, there was a rain of blood, bang! Snap! Snap! of raining down.
Their torsos were twisted into pieces of flesh by rows of musical notations, but there was never any fear in their eyes.
Pieces of soldiers surged into the sky, and pieces of blood rained down. Their exhausted blood turned into thick ink again. The thick ink painted another color in the air, and that color Also turned into a murder tool again.
Everyone couldn't help but feel a little palpitated. Yu Zun suddenly thought of a person and thought: "Is this the handiwork of senior Yue Xian?"
"How could the Huanmen appear here?" He couldn't help but feel a little confused in his heart, and said: "If this is really the case, then wouldn't this Sancha Youluo Realm have been pierced by someone?" "Is that the hole in the end? Where is it hidden in the prison world?"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt surprised and doubtful in his heart. He turned around and looked at everyone, only to find that Dugu Yinche happened to be looking at him as well. Their eyes matched, and they knew each other's thoughts. Dugu Yinche said quietly: "Perhaps as Brother Yu said, the world is about to change!"
Yu Zun nodded helplessly and said, "Is it possible that these soldiers are the legendary deserters?"
If this is said, the individual reasons for this would be appropriate.
Countless desert people, their hope seems to be in the prison world, not in this three-chased Youluo Realm that is burning with withered smoke.
On that vast, edgeless land, there was only one towering giant mountain. That giant mountain seemed to hold up a giant pillar between heaven and earth, making people look up and confused.
"Could it be that the target of those deserters is the giant mountain?" Xianxian opened his mouth and asked with a look of surprise.
Yu Zun nodded and said: "That's true. We originally fell down the huge mountain. Now it seems that if we want to return to the previous world, we can only climb back along the huge mountain." !”
Everyone's faces couldn't help but have a little bit of horror on their faces, and they said: "These desert people's martial arts are so high that they can't reach the end of the giant mountain. How can we..."
At this moment, everyone had the thought of exhaustion in their hearts, which was no different from death.
The dark sky occasionally burst into brightness. Everyone looked at the deserters above their heads, who were constantly pouring up. Pieces of blood were scattered on everyone, like a storm.
What's a little strange is that as soon as the blood fell on everyone, it turned into sporadic raindrops, which were colorless and odorless raindrops.
