"The land of Northern Ming?"

Feng Hao frowned slightly. He had studied many legends about the earth and was very interested in them.

Feng Hao has always believed that these myths, legends and stories about the earth cannot be groundless.

It is very possible that in the ancient times of the earth, the people who wrote myths, legends and stories saw or experienced the prehistoric world by chance.

Just like the current foggy land, many human monks from the earth have sneaked in. No one can verify whether there were people who mistakenly entered the primitive land in the long past of the earth.

"There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it has. When it turns into a bird, its name is Peng. With the back of a Peng, I don't know how many thousands of miles it has. When it flies in anger, its wings are like

The clouds hanging from the sky..."

Mentioning Beiming, Feng Hao naturally thought of this description, but what was uncertain was whether Kunpeng would exist in this place in the prehistoric world.

If so, Feng Hao doesn't know how much he has to do with the ancient god Kunpeng who was sealed by him...

When he became the Supreme God of Tao Ancestor, he sealed the ancient gods Hongjun and Kunpeng.

"The land of the North Ming Dynasty is full of dangers. It is a black sea where the sun cannot shine. It is more terrifying than the death land in the Southern Territory... Do you really want to go?"

Nan Jie Ling's eyes flickered and he glared at Fire Qilin complainingly.

There was indeed no good news coming out of Huo Qilin's mouth. After all, there were too many graves dug, so it was somewhat unlucky.

"I, Old Sun, can't fly away. If I don't come here for those few fruits, what's the point?"

There was a fierce light in Sun Wukong's eyes. He had eaten the Demon Saint Fruit and knew its taste, so he naturally couldn't resist the temptation.

Little Qiuqiu nodded and said: "Go!"

Feng Hao looked at Xiao Qiuqiu in surprise. It looked like...the Jidao Demon Saint Fruit was really good. Even as a beast god, he couldn't resist the temptation.

"Then let's go, Fire Qilin will lead the way..."

Feng Hao is full of curiosity about the ancient world and a desire to explore.

Only by truly understanding the stories in Chinese legends can we find ways to discover the truth.

Dig out those legendary beings.

The earth is far more complicated than Feng Hao imagined. It shouldn't be a plane, maybe... it's a plane no lower than the world.

But he hasn't fully woken up yet.

But the prehistoric world already has the splendor of the vast world.

"Let's go, this place is a bit far away from the Land of Beiming... There may also be alien species from the wild during this period. This place is very ominous..."

The group of people set off, but Nan Jie Ling warned them cautiously.

He was born along with the Heart of the World, and knows too much about the past and history. For world spirits, Beiming is more like the destination of the undead.

Evernight.

A place where the sun never shines.

Although the Southern World Spirit is a spiritual body, its attribute is not a yin object, but rather like a blazing flame.

Huo Qilin also followed the atmosphere and led the way. He no longer acted like he was fooling around in the past, but became particularly focused.

"Not to mention, the further north you go, the more panic you get..."

Sun Wukong said.

We are not close to Beiming yet, but we can already see a stretch of white-capped and boundless snow-capped mountains.

At the end of the skyline of the snow-capped mountains, there... seems to be an endless devil's abyss.

Feng Hao and others flew across the snow-capped mountains at such a fast speed that they were like streaks of light across the sky...

There are many unknown secrets buried under the calm snow-capped mountains, and the piles of white bones are confused with the snow and cannot be distinguished clearly.

But some of the white bones are emitting golden light, shining brightly, and stand out in the ice and snow.

"Those are the bones of the Golden Immortal from Heaven..."

Nan Jie Ling said, his expression extremely solemn.

"Golden Immortal?"

Feng Hao frowned. Judging from the bones of the Golden Immortal in the snow, the realm should be equivalent to that of a saint.

There is still some distance to go before the Great Emperor.

And now that his cultivation level has returned to the Supreme Realm, it would not be a problem for him to have ten or hundreds of living Golden Immortals.

Not enough evidence.

As we continued deeper, the number of skeletons in the snow began to increase... and there were even skeletons that looked like glass.

He may have had the cultivation of a great emperor during his lifetime.

Feng Hao was slightly surprised. The prehistoric world was completely different from the earth, and there was such a powerful existence.

The key point is that he was as powerful as the emperor, but he died in the Arctic.

Sun Wukong was a little panicked. The reason why he is called the Holy King of Fighting and the Monkey King... is because he is a strong man at the saint level.

He is still far from the Great Emperor.

But the existence of the skeleton of the Great Emperor in this Arctic land makes people's hair stand on end.

"or……"

Fire Qilin led the way, and his body had already begun to tremble. The place of death in the southern region did not make it feel scary, but this Arctic place made it tremble from the bottom of its heart.

"Feng Hao, the emperor's skeleton moved..."

Xiao Qiuqiu had been observing the skeletons of the great emperors, and suddenly he saw a skeleton of the great emperor moving.

At the same time, a powerful breath of death instantly enveloped the endless snow-capped mountains.

"If you are so powerful even in death, wouldn't it be even more terrifying before you become a saint?" Sun Wukong was stunned, and he quickly took out the golden cudgel and blinked his fiery eyes at the same time.

Except for Feng Hao and Nan Jie Ling, everyone else was ready to prepare.

"Destroy!"

A will of death came from the skeleton of the great emperor, and the precious light circulated, filled with a sacred aura.

"Since you are dead, why should you keep your obsession alive?"

Feng Hao shook his head and immediately took action to suppress it. His Qilin arm flew into the air and collided with the charging Emperor's skeleton.

A circle of ripples appeared in the void.

"Unwilling..."

An unwillingness came from the emperor's bones, but in just one round, the bones of the glazed body shattered...

Completely disappear from the world.

"So...fast?" Sun Wukong was stunned, and felt even more unfathomable about Feng Hao's strength...

The progress was too fast. When I was outside Huashan, my cultivation was definitely not as strong as it is now.

However, just how long had passed and it turned out to be so terrifying...

There was still lava-like energy surging on Feng Hao's arms. He was not used to using his original power. This feeling of punching to the flesh allowed him to clearly feel how much his cultivation had recovered.

However, after destroying the skeleton of a great emperor, the army of immortal skeletons that had been buried in the snow for thousands of years crawled out.

Thousands of skeletons of saints and emperors appeared, and the aura they exuded caused the world to become turbulent.

"What the hell, why can the spirits of the five elements flow unimpeded? With their cultivation, how can they resist any skeleton..."

Sun Wukong felt that his scalp was numb, and the White Bone Demon was not this agitated after three dozen attacks.

The spirit of the southern world said quietly: "Because the spirit of the Five Elements is half a spirit body, the spirit of this world is not immune to the attacks of these bones."

Nan Jie Ling stepped forward, thinking that these skeletons would not attack him, but who knew that before he finished speaking, the skeleton of a great emperor had already taken action.
Chapter completed!