The East Sanctuary is on the way.

In the Northern Holy Land, there are already many heroes gathering and fighting clouds are densely covered with battles.

...

The place where the gathering is at the foot of a mountain called Xingyu Mountain.

This mountain is two or three thousand feet high, covering an area of ​​magnificent and magnificent. Because it rains most of the year, it is named Xingyu Mountain.

Today is still a rainy day.

Boom-

In the sky, there was a loud thunder, a strong wind whistling, and a heavy rain pouring down. It was clearly early in the morning, but the light was extremely dim, and it felt like a general who was in the end.

The sky seems to be shaking.

The ground seemed to be moving.

The flood of water vapor buried the shadow of the mountain in front of it, and it was not clear, as if it was covered by gray mist.

There was a rush between heaven and earth.

...

At this moment, at the foot of the mountain south of Xingyu Mountain, thousands of figures stood in the low air, all of whom were mortal monks, all silently.

It was like statues in the rain, outside of someone, the light curtain lit up, and some people were as sad as death.

Long Jinyi is one of them, her majestic body and tough face, which are more silent than anyone else, and colder than anyone else.

Without turning on any light curtain, I just stood straight in the rain, letting the rain wet my body, giving people an indescribable feeling of loneliness and despair.

Since Fan Lanzhou's death, he has become more and more bizarre.

Long Jinyi's current realm is in the middle stage of the transformation.

Not far behind him, someone turned his eyes slightly and glanced at him.

A blue dress and a wide hood covered her peerless face. At the edge of the hood, a strand of snow-white hair escaped.

It is Zhu Yan Ci Jing who also came from the east.

Zhu Yan Ci Jing is now also in the middle stage of the world.

Although the two have good temperaments, they are not conspicuous against the backdrop of a large number of late-stage monks of the mortal stage.

And in the distance, there are more monks watching the fun, densely packed, colorful escape lights shrouded in the sky.

...

In front of Long Jinyi and others, in the higher sky, there were five figures standing tall, with a vast aura as vast as the sea, each of them looking mysterious.

"The five of me have already opened up a small world on this mountain and arranged a lot of puppets inside!"

Suddenly, some of the five spoke, their voices were low and dull.

He is an old man over nine feet tall and thin as bamboo. He has a wide robe and big sleeves. His exposed skin is very dull and wrinkled, like a dry old bamboo.

But because of this old age, he had the strongest breath among the five people, and his eyes were even more terrifying, and lightning flashed by from time to time.

His name is Qianzhu Daojun, and he is a former sect leader of the Tianzong Sect, a famous puppet sect in the Northern Holy Region. He is very famous.

"After a while, everyone will enter that small world first. After entering, you will be dispersed to the edge of the small world. Everyone will kill you in the middle and take out your best performances, and don't worry about other things!"

Qianzhu Daojun said coldly again.

"You don't need to attack others, you don't need to pick anything as a certificate. Just kill us at the center. Five of us are waiting for you in the center. We only have the thirty-two monks who arrived first. After this competition, you thirty-two will fight in groups and take out the top ten. Do you understand?"

No one spoke.

“Go up the mountain!”

After waiting for a while, seeing that no one was talking, Qianzhu Daojun said coldly again.

Swish-

Fly toward the top of the mountain first.

Swish-

The sound of breaking through the air roared.

A group of monks flew towards the top of the mountain like wolves and tigers.

The competition for the Northern Sacred Realm begins.

...

The final result of the two major holy domains in Northeast China is not discussed yet.

Back to the Thunder Battleship, Fang Junmei and others were still rushing to the Central Holy Land.

On this day, everyone was interrupted from the practice and left the hatch together.

When we came out of the cabin, we saw five old guys standing at the bow of the boat, looking north, everyone also came to the side of the boat and looked down.

I saw that the earth hundreds of miles ahead was already a yellow sand desert, with terrifying strange winds roaring and making a sound of ghosts and howling.

Is that the Central Holy Land?

Everyone's eyes flashed, and when they looked down, it was already a yellowing world, and the grass and trees became sparse.

"From here, you will suspend your practice because you may be interrupted at any time. It is meaningless to force your practice."

Youqiong did not look back and said lightly.

"Senior, is the Central Holy Land ahead?"

Fang Junmei asked.

When Youqiong heard this, he was silent for a moment before saying, "To be precise, the holy gate that entered the central holy realm is right in front of you."

"Holy Gate?"

"Not bad, holy gate!"

Youqiong nodded and said, "The Central Holy Land is another world, a world you have never seen before. After entering, you will naturally know."

Everyone nodded.

Youqiong again said: "This desert is very dangerous, with irregular winds of heaven and earth, and wandering here like ghosts. Even the middle and late-stage monks with powerful ancestral orifices must be careful. Cultivators with low realm can only rely on luck if they want to touch the holy gate."

Everyone is right again.

"When the strong wind of heaven and earth comes, just stand on the boat and don't move around."

Youqiong is in the Tao.

Everyone nodded again.

...

The Thunder Battleship was extremely fast, and within a short while, it entered the desert territory.

From a distance, I looked like a desert. When I got close, I realized that there was no yellow sand on the ground, which was clearly a strange floating sand-like thing, like yellow fog, but it was condensed very thickly.

Fleeing—

The current sound suddenly started, and a layer of egg-shell-like thunder light curtain was born, wrapping up the thunder warship. Youqiong flashed outside the hull, more than a thousand feet ahead, flying away like a pioneer, as if he was a pioneer, and the other people were not moving.

Continue forward, straight.

The wind was heard and became louder and louder.

Sometimes far and sometimes near, from every direction, people who hear the eardrums have a strange tingling feeling.

call--

After only a cup of tea, the wind became particularly louder. In the direction ahead, a yellow sand wall rose sharply, soaring into the sky, and slapped towards everyone, as if thousands of troops were galloping!

Ten feet.

Hundred feet.

Thousand feet.

The wall of sand and mist is getting taller and thicker, spreading to both sides, and it is unknown how many miles it is. The scene is like a huge wave rising from the sea of ​​sand, and it is about to make all existences into nothingness.

Bang bang bang-

The void vibrates, and the sound is like thunder.

The Thunder Battleship and the people on the boat were as small as ants at this moment.

...

Youqiong, who was in the front, had no expression on his face, but the aura of Taoist heart was surging on his body.

When the wall of sand and mist approached him for several miles, he raised his arms and fisted silently!

Boom-

When the punch was released, there was no light and shadow or illusion, as if there was no mystery of the world. However, the void ahead exploded all the way in an instant, and a huge hole in the shape of a fist fell on the wall of sand and mist, and continued to move forward like a destruction!
To be continued...