"I forbidden my magic power. What's the use of hanging me on the top of the mountain to endure the pain of the strong wind?"

"I'm just a clone."

The Taoist in gray was surrounded by black evil wind. This strong wind from the thirty-three days, blew the bones and souls to erode the creatures with low cultivation and died.

But this Taoist man was forbidden and had to withstand his magic power for thousands of years, which was enough to show his extraordinaryness.

This is the Kunpeng clone handed over by the Heavenly Court. Its cultivation level reached the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal, and the second clone was sent to the Wuzhuang Temple by Ye Su.

"If you are determined to die, you might as well jump down from the top of this mountain, so you will naturally not have to be eroded by the strong wind."

Ye Su was still in a blue shirt and Taoist clothes, standing beside the Taoist, and said lightly: "Or even the clone has the desire to live in the world?"

He looked at the Kunpeng clone, which was exactly the same as his original body, and was extremely indifferent. It was not a clone transformed into three corpses, but more like a clone that had taken over the bodies of other creatures and then refined them over the years, like a magic weapon.

With the current cultivation level of Taoist Kunpeng, I am afraid that there is only one real three corpse clone, so of course I will not easily take it out as a victim.

However, losing the clone of Tailuo Jinxian's cultivation level is enough to make him feel distressed, right?

After thinking about this, Ye Su no longer paid attention to this prisoner. As soon as this clone entered Wuliang Mountain, he was suppressed by Zhibao and could only be trapped on the top of the mountain without help.

He also had no hobby of abuse, and gave this clone the power to die. He could end the pain by jumping from the top of the prehistoric peak now, but the desire for survival in the creature made the clone examine it hard.

............

When Bai Ze escorted Kunpeng's two clones to come, Ye Su also accepted the order from the demon clan.

Now, a thousand years have passed since then, and the huge orders of the two tribes can only be completed in Wuliang Mountain. Therefore, creatures near the mountain can always see the sky light hanging down or the mysterious and yellow earth veins rising.

This obvious behavior of a second-trafficking dealer should have been severely beaten by the two tribes. After all, no one wants to be charged high agency fees by others.

But after the two tribes were dormant in the current prehistoric world, they cheered up their spirits and confronted each other everywhere. Although there was no major struggle, it was reported from time to time that the two tribes were alone were killed for no reason, with no justice and evil at all. It turned into a racial dispute, a stance and a fortune dispute.

If the two tribes had not been clearly distinguished and had become a situation of confrontation between heaven and earth, and the space would have caused less conflict, otherwise they would have immediately friction into a life-and-death battle.

In this situation, a window has to be left so as not to cut off the connection between heaven and earth and completely lose the channel for exchanging spiritual objects.

With such a long-term prosperity, we can see that the Wuliang Mountain Sanctuary designed by Ye Su has become the largest trading ground in the prehistoric world, and there are more and more treasures in his treasure house that can serve the practice of Daluo Jinxian!

Wuliang Mountain, which is a neutral zone, can not only see all kinds of treasures in the prehistoric world, but also saints and disciples often see them appearing in the mountains, and their peaceful appearance seems to be a pure land in the eastern part of the prehistoric world.

So much so that there were heart-killing words in the mountains. I don’t know who first secretly mocked the two Western saints’ ambition to build a Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. It was clearly the Wuliang Mountain imitating the ancestor Feng Ling, and it was also bound by various rules and regulations.

If you have difficulty entering the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, it is better to enter the Wuliang Mountains and be free and free in ten thousand years.

This kind of momentary appearance even the Hongmeng purple aura that was transformed into a purple mist around the mountain was entangled with increasingly huge causes and effects, so that the purple mist began to appear fine colorful divine lights, which were created by the interweaving of cause and effect.

Such a grand scene was naturally seen by other saints, one of which was Nuwa, who raised the Imperial Palace into the Nine Heavens.

She received the merit of repairing the sky, and the huge amount of merit should have made her become a saint, but something crucial was missing in the dark, which made Nuwa stuck for thousands of years.

Nuwa went into seclusion in the palace of Wa and struggled to understand that linear opportunity. However, the way of heaven was vague and it was not a coincidence, and passing by was common.

On this day, Wuliang Mountain can be seen as bright as the sky above the nine heavens, and even the sea of ​​blood under the nine netherworlds can be displayed by strange phenomena for a while.

It is like the ancestor Feng Ling who sells some treasures in the treasure house at a low price every thousand years, which is called "feedback to the kindness of sentient beings", which leads to countless creatures squeezing into the mountains every thousand years, thinking about the low price to exchange for the items they desire.

Such strange phenomena occur every thousand years, and many powerful people are no longer surprised.

But on this day, Nuwa felt something.

After a thousand years of retreat, it is time to be quiet and think about moving again.

After escaping from the Imperial Palace, he went down to the nine heavens and mixed in a series of spiritual lights and headed towards Wuliang Mountain.

Nuwa, who had already touched the realm of a saint, could sense what these creatures with a look of expectation were talking to each other.

The creature is a black ape with four arms and two heads, complaining to his companions: "Ancestor Feng Ling has pity for us and other unreliable creatures, and opens treasures every thousand years! Last time I took a fancy to an inscription beast bone. If I could take it down at that time, how could the demon clan heavenly soldiers take away the spiritual medicine that I had been guarding for ten thousand years?"

Its companion is the immortal gold spirit, which makes it even more miserable: "You have just been robbed of the spiritual medicine. If I were discovered by the demon clan, I'm afraid even the Taoist body would be captured and refined into a large formation!"

"If I can't buy the magic spell of the witch clan that has been hidden this time, I will throw myself into Wuliang Mountain. At least ten thousand years, I can survive under the protection of the ancestor Feng Ling and protect the true spirit!"

The instant voice communication between the two creatures gradually shifted from complaining to expecting Wuliangshan promotions once every thousand years.

Nuwa's spiritual consciousness swept away, and the protective lights filled the sky were either strong or weak, but they all rushed towards Wuliang Mountain with infinite yearning.

Compared with the slaughtering world, there is such a unique place in the prehistoric world that these creatures with no chance, no luck and no roots yearn for.

Life, life!

Looking into the eyes, there are all living beings gathered.
Chapter completed!