I don’t know how big the space covered by this broken magic array is. Wang An followed the two spirit beasts and walked for half an hour, but there was still no one around.

The silence like deadness, the breath of time flows between heaven and earth.

The earth is vast and vast. At first glance, there are sand and gravel everywhere. As soon as I stepped into this place, Wang An felt like he was dreaming of returning to the Great Gobi Desert.

However, as Xiao Jin led him to continue to penetrate deeper, the ancient ruins and walls could be vaguely identified on the earth, and the exhausted spiritual veins, broken magic arrays, and fragments of magic weapons that had lost their spirituality could be seen in the ravines.

Gradually, Wang An also felt a very strange aura lingering in the world, and a feeling that made him feel so silenced from the bottom of his heart.

This sad mood contains a kind of immortal and eternal will.

The pressure condensed in the air is getting stronger and stronger, and the spells are unavailable; every step you take, Wang An has to use the ancestor witch Chaos Art.

And there was a crackling sound in his body, as if a mountain was carrying it on his back, causing the bones to make a series of strange noises.

Wang An finally understood why the monks who entered here had gained nothing. With this level of pressure, I'm afraid I can't hold on any longer.

"Wang An, that aura appears inside!"

At this time, a broken ancient city suddenly appeared in Wang An's vision. The ancient city was surrounded by ruins and walls, with only one dilapidated city gate standing between heaven and earth.

In the endless ruins, a faint sense of sadness was revealed.

At this time, Wang An was shining with golden light all over his body, and he had completely used the Ancestral Witch Chaos Art. The vast mountain pressure fell on him, making him struggling.

"Chirr!"

Suddenly, a crisp bird cry came from the endless ruins.

"Boom!"

At the same time, a terrifying spiritual pressure, like a stormy wave, soared into the sky from the ruins, and circles of terrifying air waves caused layers of violent airflow between the sky and the earth, and fell on Wang An.

The Taoist rhyme is erratic, and dense power of the law appears out of thin air, and an invisible will gradually accumulate from the ruins.

Under the sensing of Wang An's spiritual sense, it seems that an ancient demon god is about to break out of the ground, come on the sun, and fight to break through the nine heavens.

“Buzz!”

With the lingering power of the law, a bird with purple feathers around him a hundred feet suddenly condensed in the air.

The purple-feathered bird is filled with spiritual pressure, like an erupting volcano, with the power of law lingering around it, forming a terrifying law armor.

Its eyes showed a confused and dull look, and he slowly looked at Wang An.

The next moment, Wang An's blood rushes, his heart beats sharply, his hair stands upside down, and a feeling of extreme danger suddenly surges into his heart.

The power of spiritual consciousness that fell on the bird suddenly broke, as if it was directly swallowed by an invisible vortex.

"This... is this a remnant soul, is this a true spirit? This breath is so afraid, is it the legendary Mahayana!"

"Damn Yu Feng, is this the remnant soul? No wonder the others came in and all fell and disappeared."

Wang An's face changed drastically, and he kept cursing Yu Feng in his heart.

"Wang An, this thing is so dangerous, why don't we run away; but the breath on it seems very familiar, very similar to your master." Xiao Jin flew back to Wang An's shoulders, and ran into Wang An's clothes with a sizzling sound.

"...You dead bastard, according to what you said, was this remnant soul a fairy beast during his lifetime?" Seeing Xiao Jin, the cowardly man, escaped, Wang An gritted his teeth in hatred.

"Brother, I don't seem to be able to beat it!" At this time, the little dragon wrapped around Wang An's arm immediately restrained his breath.

This little guy has been following Xiao Jin for a long time. Every time he encounters a battle, he runs away at the first time; whenever he appears, he appears faster than anyone else's.

"call out!"

As Wang An spoke, the purple-feathered bird's eyes turned, gradually becoming clear, but it still looked dull.

I saw a purple-feathered bird flapping its wings and appeared directly in front of Wang An.

A powerful spiritual pressure fell on him, which shocked him so much that he almost immediately used the Eight Desolate World to break through the sky.

"Human... no, you are the ancient sage, and there is also the dragon clan. What kind of spiritual clan is this turtle? It's so strange." The remaining soul of the purple-feathered bird stared at Wang An and said vaguely.

"The ancient saint clan has appeared. Has the great disaster come again? Where are the millions of people in my Ziyu Spirit Clan? Why can't I feel the slightest chance of life here again?"

It seemed to be asking Wang An, or it was muttering to itself.

At this moment, Wang An also felt the terrifying aura of destruction and destruction in his body. This feeling was the same as the oppression brought to Wang An by the Five Elements Immortal Emperor.

"Well, I have seen the senior, but I don't know if I have a great reputation. I accidentally entered this place and I don't know where this is. Please tell me one or two." Wang An's eyes rolled and he said unnaturally.

"Who am I... I am the true saint of Ziyu! The king of the Ziyu Holy Clan!" The remnant soul of the purple feather bird flashed his eyes, and he thought for a moment before he said slowly.

When he said this, it had a supreme aura of holding stars in his hand and looking down on the people of all worlds.

'"Purple Holy Feather Clan are you talking about the Feiyu Clan?" Wang An said with an unexpected look on his face.

"Is this the Immortal Realm of the Immortal World?...How long has it been since then? Why is there no clan of the Ziyu Holy Clan coming here?" asked the Ziyu True Saint Remnant Soul Murmured to himself.

"Senior, I was instructed by the Feiyu Clan to come to find out where this place is. It was restricted by the magic circle outside, so the Feiyu Clan could not enter here!" Wang An clasped his fists and said carefully.

"Formation...Flying Feather Clan, has the great catastrophe passed?" Zi Yu Zhensheng's remnant soul continued to ask.

"Great catastrophe? What a big catastrophe!" Wang An said with an unexpected look on his face.

"You can see for yourself. When the Eternal Immortal Boat appeared, the great catastrophe finally came to the fairy world!" The remnant soul of Ziyu True Saint.

"call out!"

The next moment, a mysterious bone sword suddenly floated in front of Wang An.

Wang An held Gu Jian in his hand half-believingly, and his spiritual sense sank directly into it.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Wang An felt that he had come to an ancient and vast world.

Here, the laws of heaven and earth are vast and full of the power of the great way; the heaven and earth are filled with the rolling and surging spiritual energy, and the spiritual peaks and beautiful waters can be seen everywhere, immortals come and go, and birds and beasts appear.

The world is full of divine nature, magnificent and vast. Many monks are surrounded by five-color auspicious lights, and some even carry seven-color auspicious lights.

The whole world is filled with a divine nature, with its pressure and great power, as if it surpasses Wang An's recognition.
Chapter completed!