Chapter 441 The Grave of the Sorrow

“Where am I?”

After the Lord of Xuantian Pavilion, Lord of Tianlong, and King of Tiansnake joined forces with the four gods to carry out the exile of the gods, Daoren Lu was finally exiled.

He now stood in an uninhabited place and asked this question.

He had a faint feeling that he seemed not to be above the real world, but to a world of thousands of people.

Just because the place where he is now is a star!

He is on the planet himself!

This means that he cannot be in the vast world.

Although the world of Daqian is also spherical, with his eyesight, he can't see it at all.

In the world of Zhongqian, he can still see clearly if he has done enough skills.

As for the small world, like his gourd of creation, he can walk from south to north and from east to west in just a few breaths.

"Are I coming to a world of thousands of people?"

Lu Yun talked to himself, still wearing the armor turned into by the goddess Cold Moon, looking down at the earth.

The blue sky is high and the clouds are faint.

Mountains and rivers are raising one by one, rivers and lakes connect directly to the ocean, and the forests are dense. From time to time, big whales gush up the sea water. In those forests, there are also many monkeys, foxes, tigers, wolves, rabbits, snakes and other animals thriving and thriving.

This world of thousands of people is very big, enough to match the previous Daqian Dynasty, but Dao Ren Lu found that there seemed to be less thunder and lightning here.

In such a huge world, although it rains heavily in some places, there is no lightning. It is obviously a symbol of the world in the middle.

Whether it is a small world like the Creation Gourd or a huge world like the Qiankun Cloth Bag, there is just a stable space, and nothing else.

The worlds in the middle are different, including the illumination of the sun, moon, stars, land, mountains, rivers, four seasons, and even the reproduction of creatures. It is tens of thousands of times larger than the small world of Qiankun cloth bag.

The only difference is that there is no thunder in the Mid Thousand Worlds.

In ancient mythology, many masters, Yuanyang Daozun, Xuantian Daozun, Panhuang, Yuanhuang, and First Emperor, all record that they could create the world, and what they opened up was the Middle Thousand World, not the Great Thousand World.

And the ancient holy emperor and many masters of Yang God have turned into the Mid-Thousand Worlds.

The masters of Yangshen can only live for tens of thousands of years at most. Over time, their souls will slowly decay.

The ghost immortals who practice Taoism can only live for thousands of years at most.

To maintain immortality, the master of Yang God can only accumulate powerful power and transform his body thoughts into the world of the middle and hide them in the vast void. In this way, he can maintain endless time without decay, and slowly accumulate strength, waiting for resurrection or transcendence.

"My luck is so good. I was besieged by the seven masters. Not only did I not get any injuries, I actually came to a world of thousands of people!"

At this moment, Lu Xiaoxiao laughed in the sky.

A group of small animals who were eating grass on the ground were shocked.

But he didn't care at all, and thoughts surged in his mind.

"It is a blessing to have a loss of horses. My former champion, Hou, has too strong luck. Even if he is exiled, he will have an adventure!"

Daoren Lu spoke slowly.

There are not too many adventures of the champion Hou in the original work.

Although the champion Hou was a time traveler, he was not immediately invincible when he was born. He was once chased by the people of Xuantian Pavilion and ran around like a dog. However, every pursuit of the Xuantian Pavilion will only allow the champion Hou to be adventured and developed.

The most strange adventure was that the champion Hou of the Martial Saint teased the Heavenly Snake King of the fourth level of thunder tribulation. Anyone would have been beaten to death by the Heavenly Snake King. As a result, the champion Hou was not beaten to death by the Heavenly Snake King, but instead became a blessing in disguise and got the Heavenly Stone on the Tianzhu Mountain!

What a great fortune!

Now it seems that Daoren Lu himself inherited his great fortune.

Now, even if you are exiled, you have come to a world that many people dream of!

The world of the Mid Thousands has always been hidden in the void. Without accurate space nodes, it is impossible to find it!

But now, Daoren Lu happened to meet him!

"Although the adventure is good, I have to work hard on my own. I just imitate the paths that others have taken and will not achieve great things. After this time, I will read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, and find a way that suits me. This is the fundamental thing!"

At this moment, Daoren Lu was extremely sober after the surprise. He knew how to deal with this kind of adventure.

Adventures are just accidental. Adhering to innovation and going out of one's own path is the inevitability of success.

If the idiot who is learning to wait for the adventure to come to his door, he will not understand the logic of chance and necessity, and the result will be just a waste of his own time.

"However, since you have come to this world, you cannot waste your time and cannot enter the treasure mountain and return in vain!"

Daoren Lu immediately used his eyes and ears to see the entire world.

He is now an existence in the realm of human immortals, and his audiovisuality is countless times stronger than others. He can see something far away at will.

He used the method of looking at the air again and immediately found a strange aura.

After walking a few steps, he came to a stone tablet!

Not bad, this is a stone tablet!

There is only one word full of endless fighting spirit on it: "Sheng!"

Looking at this Shang, Dao Ren Lu couldn't help but feel a feeling, as if he had seen a supreme God of War who fought in the sky and the battlefield, and never stopped until death.

He even had a strong fighting spirit and wanted to go to the sky and the battlefield.

This is the influence of the word "联"!

But immediately, he erased this influence and returned to his calm expression.

Now there is no need to fight against the sky and the earth, let’s take a look at what this place is.

Looking down, under this one-character stone tablet, a dark purple spear appeared in front of Daoren Lu.

Although this spear is dark purple, like purple gold, there are mysterious eyes among the deep purples.

Across the entire gun body, hundreds of eyes were constantly flowing, and it was extremely mysterious!

It seems to be a living existence!

"Shangmang Divine Spear! The gun used by the war god "Shang" three thousand years ago! This gun once pierced the finger of the first sect leader of Xuantian Pavilion, the "Dark Emperor Taoist"! It will actually be here!"

Seeing the deep purple gun with hundreds of eyes, Dao Ren Lu thought of something in his mind.

He knew where he was.

The cemetery of the God of War.

According to historical rumors, three thousand years ago, the founder of the Xuantian Pavilion, the holy land of Xuantian Pavilion, the successor of the Yangshen master "Xuan", and the eight battles between Dark Emperor Taoist with the power of thunder tribulation, finally died together.

"If you know that you sent me to the cemetery of the Dark Emperor Taoist, Zhan Shenshang, the mortal enemy of Dark Emperor Taoist, would you regret death?"

At this moment, Daoren Lu truly felt what the impermanence of the world is.

And he would also tell the people in Xuantian Pavilion what is impermanence in the world!
Chapter completed!