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The Divine Realm, the East Domain, the fifty-mile dense forest.

Deep in the dark cave, the twisted space passage flashed slightly, and a man with a white face-hate mask staggered out of it, stabilized his body, and looked around vigilantly.

Then, three figures appeared one after another, and the already narrow cave suddenly became a little crowded.

In the darkness, the queen stood up proudly and seized the opportunity to squeeze towards Ji Qianming, "Hey, what are you squeezing?!"

The frost ghost far away on the other side:???

Feeling the softness of his arms, Ji Qianming felt a chill and quickly walked towards the outside of the cave. The speed was almost dragging out the afterimage, as if an evil ghost was chasing him behind him.

The cave was not deep, and four of them walked under the sky after a few steps.

Under the azure sky, snow-like clouds floated by, and a few birds that Ji Qianming had never seen before swept across the sky, leaving behind a crisp bird song. The sky here seems to be bluer and refreshing than the earth.

The fragrance of the soil is mixed with the fresh air that has not been contaminated into the nasal cavity, which is a feeling that Ji Qianming has never experienced before.

Standing on the mountainside and looking at the lush forests under your feet and the village with smoke curling from afar, Ji Qianming was in a daze.

Is this the God Realm? It seems to be very different from what I imagined.

In Ji Qianming's mind, the divine world should be filled with monks flying with swords, cities with misty spirits, rare beasts that have never been seen before, and beautiful cultivators with fairy aura...

But from this point of view, it seems that there is no difference from the countryside on Earth.

Not only him, but also the Queen and Frost Ghost were also the first time they saw the appearance of the God Realm, and they couldn't help but lose their minds.

The master of the opera world just glanced at it and said lightly: "Let's go, this place is still a distance away from Qingxu Gate."

The three of them came to their senses and followed the Xiuming Master to the road down the mountain.

This journey did not disappoint Ji Qianming. Ferocious beasts that are not usually seen appear in this wide dense forest, including but not limited to tigers, bears, boars, jackals... Not only that, the beasts here may be due to spiritual energy, and their size is even more fierce than that of the earth.

Of course, no matter how fierce they are, they are no different from ants in front of the four special envoys.

This forest is bigger than Ji Qianming imagined, and in order to preserve their strength, they did not rush to travel at full speed. By the time they left this forest, it was already evening.

The setting sun was falling on the winding path next to the dense forest. A hunter was happily carrying the hare and finally hit the hare today. He hummed a small song and rushed home quickly.

Suddenly, the shrubs around him swayed, and the hunter quickly dodged aside and acted as a defense to prevent any vicious beasts from appearing.

However, he waited for a long time but didn't see anything jump out. After hesitating for a moment, he gave up the idea of ​​exploring, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Behind the tall shrub, Frost Ghost's face looked a little ugly. He stared at Ji Qianming who was holding his wrist and spoke coldly:

"Why don't you let me do it? Kill him so we can have a place to rest tonight."

Ji Qianming said lightly: "Killing him will only cause unnecessary trouble and increase the risk of exposure. What do you think, the drama master?"

The master of the opera thought for a moment and nodded, "JOEKR is right. If you kill him, if someone notices him and attracts practitioners, we will be in great trouble. As for rest, it will be the same everywhere."

Frost ghost's face changed, he snorted coldly, shook Ji Qianming's arm away, and said no more.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill on his back and turned his head stiffly. He saw the queen looking at him with a look of death, and couldn't help but shivering.

"How long does it take to get from here to Qingxu Sect?" Ji Qianming looked at the Master of Life.

The Master of Ximing took out a map from the ring, estimated it for a moment, and said, "Qingxu Gate is in the southeast of Jackdaw City. We are now about fifty kilometers away from Jackdaw City."

More than fifty kilometers... it's not too far, Ji Qianming thought. If he could fly, more than fifty kilometers would be a few minutes, but in the divine realm they were flying was like seeking death. As long as the practitioners saw it, it would definitely attract a large number of people to chase him.

Considering that it was getting late and unfamiliar with the divine realm, the four of them gave up the idea of ​​rushing all night and decided to stay on the edge of the dense forest for a night. At the strong request of the queen, the master of the opera and the frost ghost guarded the first half of the night, and she and Ji Qianming guarded the second half of the night.

Instead of making a fire, the four of them each chose a tall tree and lay on the branches. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Ji Qianming couldn't help but sigh and feel a little heavy.

I didn't expect to come to the God Realm so soon. What's heavy is whether this mission can be completed smoothly? If they really grab the fragments, can they snatch the fragments from the master and the others with one against three generals?

Well... Thank you for your blessings, there may be a situation where you fight against two.

With complicated thoughts, Ji Qianming slowly closed his eyes, but of course he would not really fall asleep. He was in the divine realm, and there were a group of madmen around him, so he had to be vigilant at all times.

Time passed minute by minute, and for some time, Ji Qianming's brow frowned slightly.

Under his spiritual exploration, several practitioners were flying with swords and crossing the sky.

"There is a situation." The voice of the frost ghost came from another branch, and the sleeping queen also woke up slowly.

"Are you changing shifts?"

"No, the situation is wrong." The master of the opera looked up in confusion, "How come so many monks rushed in the same direction in the middle of the night? And why do I feel that more and more people are coming?"

Ji Qianming had the same idea. In just one hour, at least three waves of people rushed in the same direction, with very fast speeds and different clothing, and it looked like some small sects were dispatched at the same time.

Where are they going? What's there?

Ji Qianming thought about it for a while but had no idea, so he closed his eyes and rested. This is the divine realm. As long as these practitioners were not coming to them, what does it have to do with them?

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In the night sky not far from Ji Qianming and others, a huge mountain shattered the void, fell from the sky, and landed steadily on a plain.

Fangcun Mountain, Tianxin Pavilion.

The top of the mountain, the top of the attic.

Chen Fusheng, wearing a snow-white buckle, stood there quietly. The evening breeze blew past his scattered temples, and his eyes were staring at the bright moon in the distance, dazed and dazed.

Beside him, Lin Zimu glanced around the surrounding environment, frowned slightly, and spoke in confusion: "Peace Lord, where is the emperor's son...?"
Chapter completed!