The colorful nebula looks like a beautiful tunnel.
Little white dots dragging tail flames fly in the long and dreamy tunnel, boring and dead. Bai Yujun is half asleep and half awake, almost in a state of hibernation. He has never smiled since looking at the future, and his delicate and pretty face is as cold as ice.
Occasionally, you can encounter some monsters in the void, and they will run away after feeling the breath of the mythical beasts.
Bai Yujun is too lazy to look at the future now.
Since you have chosen the path of thorns, then grit your teeth and keep going.
The nebulae are bright and endless wandering...
After passing through the beautiful nebula tunnel, there is a wider galaxy. The endless stars are like a large array guarding the huge world. After many years, we are finally returning to the main world of the wilderness.
It seems to be close in front of you, but it is actually far away. It is also a long journey. I am half asleep and half awake for an unknown period of time before I come closer. When I approach the star formation, the first thing I encounter is more void monsters.
They are all void wanderers with tenacious vitality, strange shapes, neither gods nor immortals nor monsters nor demons.
Wandering persistently outside the barriers of the stars like a ghost, looking for opportunities to infiltrate.
The strength is not strong for a certain Bai, and Bai Yujun is not interested in these things, so he hits the monsters and rushes straight towards the Gangfeng barrier.
Although the power of the world will not block the unobstructed flow, the surface temperature of the body still rises instantly when it hits the Gangfeng layer. The energy burns, the fire is blazing, and it turns into a fireball dragging out long thick smoke and swooping vertically downwards. Bai Yujun likes to be so wild. way of flying.
Being a predator at the top of the food chain means being domineering.
The light clouds and gentle breeze are not in line with the style of the beast.
The void monsters wandering outside all gave way, secretly cursing such a monster, this is really reckless.
I couldn't find a suitable teleportation array along the way, so I could only return like this.
If given the chance, Bai Yujun plans to try to reactivate the Nantianmen Immortal Bridge.
In the ancient land, some gods who like astronomy and pay attention to the stars found something unusual, and it was difficult not to notice it. Even if the divine iron fell to the ground, it was tilted. I had never seen something like this vertically downward, so I was not too surprised.
After all, there are so many gods and monsters, it is inevitable that some weird people with eccentric behaviors will appear.
It takes a long time to get through the barrier wind layer.
Bai Yujun saw several unlucky people who had forcibly smuggled into the country burned to ashes.
The long and agonizing wait.
The dragon's energy constantly rubs and burns with the strong wind.
The turbulent flow of the Gangfeng was up and down, left and right, uncertain and elusive. Bai Yujun relied entirely on intuition and the Kunlun dragon veins for guidance. During this period, he saw several stubborn rocks and strange objects that had been drifting with the wind in the Gangfeng layer for who knows how long. Objects, saplings, soil, even colorful gravel...
These magical objects are fleeting and difficult to capture.
Maybe Bai Yujun is lucky enough to be able to witness it, but he has no chance to capture it.
The biting wind is not a permanent place, and there is no benefit in staying there for too long.
Falling rapidly with a arrogant and violent attitude, head and feet, when tired, he opened the paper umbrella to clear the way in front, as if falling from nine days away. At this time, the vibration of Kunlun Dragon Veins became more and more clear, warning frequently.
Bai Yujun remained expressionless and finally passed through the barrier after burning for a long time!
Above the nine heavens, a figure trailing flames suddenly fell from the misty and mysterious sky. He put away his paper umbrella, adjusted his body posture, and turned towards the thick golden dreamy clouds.
The golden clouds are located very high in the sky, and there are several layers of cloud seas going down. After passing through the layers of cloud seas, you finally reach the land of white clouds.
The first thing you encounter after passing through the first Gangfeng layer is the former heavenly army.
His eyes swept over the camp on the golden cloud.
The quantity, morale, equipment, etc. are far less than before, but they haven't collapsed yet.
To be precise, they are remnants of the army.
The Heavenly Court underwent a huge change, and each battalion of Heavenly Army was organized and put under the command of True Lord Erlang. When the demon clan became stronger, hundreds of millions of Heavenly Army guarded the last line of defense to resist the invasion of the Demon Realm. After more than a thousand years of fierce fighting, the Heavenly Army without supplies from Heavenly Court could only defend. As for the The heroes competing for hegemony in various immortal realms have no hope at all.
The reason why they have gathered together and still not disbanded is mainly because of the personal charm of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun.
The patrol sentry blew his horn.
"Alert! Foreign object invasion!"
The camp was stationed at a weak point in the starry sky, and hurriedly assembled after witnessing outsiders penetrating the strong wind.
Bai Yujun adjusted his direction, swung the dragon's tail, passed in front of the camp and continued downward.
Slow down slightly to allow the heavenly soldiers and generals to see clearly.
With his huge dragon horns, pointed ears, and iconic dragon tail, many heavenly soldiers and generals recognized Bai Yujun at a glance.
"Stop! It's the divine general guarding Beitianmen! It's General Bai!"
According to the previous ranking of official positions, Bai's position is almost equal to that of the King of Heaven. Having fought in the same camp, he is naturally regarded as one of his own.
Skimming the camp and continuing downward, penetrating layer after layer of sea of clouds.
As if smashing through the ninth level of the sky, it only started to slow down when it saw the white clouds below. Of course, it was still too fast for a weak person. Looking down at the earth from a high altitude, the bottom has not been eroded by the cracks of hell, and is a green field...
In the farmland, farmers of all ages, men, women and children are busy weeding and irrigating.
Poor people have to work in the fields as long as they are able to move. Ten-year-old children, old men with white beards, men and women have no one to spare. They are exposed to the wind and sun, their skin is rough and their hands are covered with thick calluses. They wear old coarse cloth and tattered straw hats.
The trouser legs are rolled up high to prevent them from getting wet, and they pedal the water wheel barefoot to irrigate the farmland.
There is no such thing as pastoral poetry. This is the reality of the life of most people in the old days.
The man who was treading water felt his eyes burning.
I habitually wiped my eyes with my sleeves soaked with sweat and mud. Shedding more tears made me feel better. When I looked up again, I saw something in the sky.
Blink and look carefully...
A woman bending down to pull weeds in the rice field looked at the reflection of the sky in the muddy water. The reflection was reversed, with bright lines extending upward...
More and more people looked up, their eyes filled with fear and numbness.
The fireball fell vertically towards the distant mountains and forests. There was no wind in the sky, and the smoke marks stood there for a long time.
There was a flash of fire in the forest clearing followed by a violent roar.
The strong wind blew the trees down in all directions, the ground trembled, and the animals and birds were frightened. Looking at the landing point, there was only a deep pit. There was a white figure on the mountain peak in the distance, standing quietly in the wind, with a long white dress and thick black hair flowing in the wind. Shaking lightly, the ribbon behind his back moved slowly.
Behind him, a huge and powerful white dragon coils in the ink Kunlun, looking arrogantly at everything.
"Where on earth..."
Close your eyes, and your consciousness enters the mysterious space realm, where you are a dragon-shaped body. The huge dragon eyes and deep pupils carefully search for clues in the long river.
"Yuan, Gong Yang, Huang, could it be that besides the weasel spirit, there is also a ram monster...?"
I rely solely on my own special abilities to find them, and I don’t dare to make a big show of it.
Ignore the clamor that is more sinister than yourself, and all kinds of people with ulterior motives can add to the obstruction. Those things that fail to succeed are more than enough to destroy, which is called blocking god for short.
He found a general direction and jumped into the sky.
Drilling into the clouds and instantly thousands of miles away...
At first I wanted to rely on the Dao Sect to search for it, but when I think of that bloody and oppressive birthday party, it’s hard to believe the iron plate full of holes. If those three little guys fall into the hands of others, it may take longer to get clues again. That's fine, but what we lack most now is time.
Everything can only rely on the innate ability that sometimes works well and sometimes fails.
