A scene of fairy shadow boiled the entire fragmented world.
The fragments carried by the Xuanwu God are not as vast as imagined, but for monks Zhong Jinlian and above, as long as they do not care about the cost, they have a chance to cross from one place to another in enough time.
As a result, streams of light in the sky shone like stars. In this sky without sun, moon and stars, they became stars.
Just like demons madly chasing the traces of Xuanwu gods, endless lives in the world will pursue the pace of immortals at all costs.
The crazy desire makes every living being covet to become an immortal, and will not miss any opportunity to contact the immortal.
In front of the hazy world, Zhang Qing has returned to his truest appearance. He knows that no matter how hard he hides it, the mask cannot block everyone.
Within a few breaths, a figure stood above Zhang Qing's head, staring intently at the hazy world deep in the white clouds ahead.
"No wonder, no wonder there is no trace after searching for so long, that's why."
After speaking, he lowered his head and looked at Zhang Qing below, "Junior, have you discovered anything?"
Zhang Qing said truthfully, and the corpses around him were the best evidence. He could only see the bunch of fairy shadows.
The Tianmen Realm did not doubt Zhang Qing's words. Without opening the Tianmen, no one could enter the hidden world, and Zhang Qing had no qualifications to get the opportunity.
"Perhaps, the thing is inside." He murmured softly, and then rushed forward.
Recently, many people have died in the fragmented space, including Zhuji, Zhong Jinlian, and even the existence of Kaitianmen.
Everyone knows that there are many opportunities in this world, but at the same time no one can guarantee that they are invincible. Death has become the norm, and it is not uncommon for Tianmen to fall.
But at this moment, facing the unknown world, the Tianmen monk still rushed out without hesitation. He knew that there might be no way back, and he also knew that the world that the immortal passed by was destined to be filled with destructive energy.
His Taoist heart, his persistence, and the road to immortality he was pursuing all told him that he had to go in.
"Monk, fight with the sky for rules, and fight with the earth for your life. Only by moving forward will you gain eternity!" After a maniacal laugh, the Tiantianmen monk was cut down by a beam of snow-white light, and died without any dignity.
The monks who were approaching from all directions saw this scene, and they all fell silent.
The monk who opened the Heavenly Gate died so mysteriously. Moreover, someone recognized who it was. A powerful guy in the Divine Court opened five Heavenly Gates.
The beings at Tiankaimen hesitated, but the remaining Zhong Jinlian became more and more crazy, rushing towards that world desperately.
They knew that the world where the Tianmen monks hesitated was one of the few opportunities they had.
One by one, Zhong Jinlian flew towards the hazy world of white clouds, trying to break into it.
"These thirty-three days of fragments have existed for too many years. The Xuanwu gods cannot swallow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They can only use the life and death sacrifices of living beings as the driving force to move forward. The immortal energy in the fragments degenerated into spiritual energy, and was eventually swallowed and stored by the opportunities between heaven and earth. , just to live longer.”
Someone spoke up and told the truth about the thin spiritual energy of this world. This world is the age of the end of Dharma, a world where all living beings are silent. All the spiritual objects and magic weapons in it are constantly plundering spiritual energy to maintain themselves and preserve their heritage in a dormant way. , but even so, they are getting weaker day by day.
"With insufficient spiritual energy, even immortal weapons cannot bloom forever. The world is too weak, and the ability to kill others is destined to be limited."
However, these people still think too much. No matter how weak they are, the fragmented world can easily kill all Zhong Jinlian like mowing grass.
Blood bloomed all over the sky, and everyone around felt a chill rising in their hearts.
There are some things that they just don't seem to be eligible for.
"Emperor Huang Zengtian, this is the fragmented space on the first day of the thirty-three days." In the sky, the Shenting giant boat appeared. Mr. Shujian walked out of it, looking at the blurry world of white clouds in front of him, and said slowly.
He was a little surprised. Everyone thought that the Xuanwu God was carrying the fragments of Chiming and Yangtian from the ninth day, but now there were fragments from the first day among them.
In the thirty-three days of the immortal world, each piece of sky is special. Even if they are broken into pieces, they will not merge into one.
"It's no wonder. There were so many people in the past, but no one found anything in it. It turns out that among the fragments of the thirty-three days, there is another fragment of the sky hidden." Someone stood in the huge golden city, and his voice echoed world.
"Thirty-three days is so big that even the Immortal Palace that suppresses all realms has to be established in the ninth day. That is the most perfect place."
The ancient Thirty-three Heavens Fairy Court is located in the Ninth Heaven, because it is the only place where practitioners in the world can see the slightest hope of reaching the Fairy Court through the Tianmen, and where the ghosts and immortals in the underworld can Arrive at Xianting in a short time to listen to the call.
As long as you go up a level, it is difficult for the ghosts and immortals to arrive within the time limit, and countless practitioners in the world have no hope of entering the fairy court to face the immortals.
Going down one level will put huge pressure on time and energy on the immortals. In thirty-three days, flying from the first level to the thirty-third level, even the immortals will feel tired.
So, only the ninth day is perfect.
"Will things be there on the first day?" Someone asked aloud, but had no idea to enter into it.
Planting Golden Lotus and opening Tianmen are all here for opportunities, but people like Mr. Shujian have different purposes. Besides opportunities, they also have greater scruples and fears.
"I don't know. Logically speaking, Ling Xiao should be ready on the ninth day, not the first day."
"So everyone thinks there won't be Ling Xiao inside, right?" During the roar, the sky and the earth changed color, and dozens of feet of clouds turned into bright moons hanging high in the sky. The transparent curtain hanging down from the edge reflected a dozen of them in thin clothes. A beautiful woman whose body can't be covered by a gauze skirt.
In the center of the many women was a disheveled young man, and the voice just now came from him.
"How come you don't have any reaction from me?"
Mr. Shujian and others' faces twitched, and they reluctantly raised their hands towards Yun Nian, "I've seen Luo Hua."
"Haha, I have a name called Luohua Shenji, why do you only recognize those two words?"
In the sky, a bronze fortress appeared, and a figure wearing armor and sitting firmly on the throne looked at Yun Nian, "If you don't have Luo Hua's name, I will kill you here today."
The voice in the cloud chariot burst out laughing, "What a pity. I do have this name. It's true, it's carved on that stone."
"Since you don't want to kill me, then do it. Ling Xiao can't be there on the first day anyway, so the opportunity on the first day should be mine."
