The Shouyang Mountain God snorted coldly, and it was unreasonable.

After looking at the Crown Prince of the Demon Emperor and the Censor of the Human Censor, the divine light flashed around him: "Let's go."

The people of the gods left, and the three largest forces among the hundreds of tribes in the heavens, the human race, the gods, and the demon race. Now the gods and demon races are kicked out, leaving only the demon races and the human race to compete. As for the other small races, they are all subordinates of the demon race. Each of the three treasures is a treasure between heaven and earth, and each treasure can bring disaster to it.

The fight began again, and blood flowed out of the Lingxiao Palace. The Yellow Turban leader outside stared at the Lingxiao Palace with his eyes tightly. He felt the familiar aura in the Lingxiao Palace.

"Where is this?" Chen Jiu felt confused.

He was suppressed by two talismans from the Shouyang Mountain God, and watched the attack bombard him, and then there was nothing else.

The seal of the Heavenly Dao in Chen Jiu's Ancestral Orifice suddenly felt a summoning in the dark, and a strange force came here with Chen Jiu's "No. 'Wrong' Novels".

A vast white area, bursts of white mist came. Chen Jiu screamed comfortably, and the 30 million pores around his body opened. The white mist was actually transformed from spiritual energy. I just don’t know where this place is, and the spiritual energy is so rich.

Looking around, there are mountains, rivers and rivers vaguely lying on the distance. The rebirth of plants and trees is definitely a rare fairyland in the world. There are countless spiritual herbs. I don’t know how many years have passed, and some cannot withstand the test of time. After hundreds of thousands of years and millions of years, they have turned into spring mud.

Chen Jiu's body was surrounded by a breeze, slowly rising up. He climbed up and looked far away.

"Endless" Chen Jiu fell to the ground and muttered softly.

"I don't know what the hell is this jade seal, but I actually brought myself to such a fairyland. It's just a bit strange that although there are countless fairy grasses here, there are no living creatures, and it's a bit terrifying."

Chen Jiu took a step forward and no matter where he was, he had to find someone first and then ask clearly before he could come up with a countermeasure.

The Haotian Mirror was hanging around Chen Jiu's waist, and strands of wisps of the creation of the heavenly way flowed into the Haotian Mirror. The restriction was refined little by little.

Time passed by little by little, and in a blink of an eye, Chen Jiu had already walked thirty days and nights.

"It's been a month. I don't know how far I have walked, but I don't even have ghosts. I can't find the way back even if I want to go back. It's really bad luck." Chen Jiu stood on a mountain top. Looking into the distance, a hint of irritability was inadvertently revealed between his eyebrows.

A white light flashed in his hand, and the seal of Heavenly Dao appeared in Chen Jiu's hand. Looking at the delicate and gentle seal of Heavenly Dao, the nine Chen Jiu's heads were lifelike, each with an expression, either anger, laughing, or arrogant.

However, what made Chen Jiu feel quite regretful was that none of the nine heads opened their eyes. I wonder how magical the nine heads were after they opened their eyes.

"Tell me, what's your intention to bring me here?" Chen Jiu looked at the seal of Heavenly Dao in his hand, revealing a hint of confusion.

Chen Jiu is a little confused now. Although the Heavenly Dao Seal saved his life this time, the Heavenly Dao Seal just threw himself here, saying nothing, and there was no revelation. What do you ask Chen Jiu to do?

Looking at the exquisite jade seal, Chen Jiu wanted to understand something from it. Unfortunately, the jade seal of Heavenly Dao is still like that, without increasing or decreasing, and the old god will never again.

Walking along the mountains and rivers to the distance, Chen Jiu kept exploring the dragon veins between the mountains and rivers, trying to determine the terrain of the earth through the direction of the dragon veins and find the magical place in this world. Unfortunately, the dragon veins are not so easy to find. Finding the dragon veins is a great magical power and technique. Although some people say that one method is clear and all methods are clear, the technique of finding the dragon veins is a great technique against the sky. Even though Chen Jiu is well aware of the creation of heaven and earth, he has only touched a little bit of fur.

The sun rises and the moon sets in this world. In the blink of an eye, Chen Jiu has been here for three years. During these three years, Chen Jiu has been wandering continuously. I don’t know how many mountains, rivers and rivers he has walked through, and finally found a trace of traces.

At Chen Jiu's feet are bluestone steps, and above the steps are endless winding paths that lead to the sky.

The bluestone steps are spotless and covered with traces of time.

"The world is long, and the sky is hard to grow old." A sigh rang in Chen Jiu's ears. Chen Jiu, who had not heard anyone talk for more than three years, was instantly creepy. His turbid eyes instantly cleared the clouds and mist dissipated, revealing a series of lights.

"Who is it, who is pretending to be a ghost here?" Chen Jiu's qi sinks into his dantian, and his voice spreads throughout the mountains and rivers. Chen Jiu's echoes echoes: "Who,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,."

The echoing sounds in the valley gradually disappeared, and the sigh seemed like an illusion. If Chen Jiu had not had the power of his body, he would not have had auditory hallucinations. At this time, he might have really given up, but how could a practitioner with a firm will be fascinated by external things?

"No matter who you are, no matter what your purpose is, as long as I climb the bluestone staircase and come to the top of the mountain, I will naturally find you."

After saying that, Chen Jiu made a gesture in his hand and wanted to escape directly to the top of the mountain in one step.

"Ouch" When people encounter unforeseen sudden events, they will always involuntarily exclaim, and Chen Jiu is the same at this time.

I originally wanted to reach the sky in one step, but suddenly I found that my spell had failed and my steps were a little big. As a result, I was lame and almost fell on the bluestone steps, making my nose and face swollen.

At this time, Chen Jiu no longer had the heart to pay attention to his bruised face, but instead used his magic power in panic. Chen Jiu never felt so panic.

Mana and strength are the foundation of Chen Jiu's survival. If he lacks magic power, Chen Jiu would not know how he survived in this vast central domain.

The little beggar who had obtained the magical power of defiance of the heavens. He had calculated countless times along the way and had suffered so many hardships. It can be said that Chen Jiu's support in his heart and the softest part in his heart is his magic power.

Is Chen Jiu or Chen Jiu without magic power? He is still just that little beggar.

"The magic power is still there." Chen Jiu let out a light breath, feeling a little relieved. As long as the magic power is still there, it means that something happened temporarily, not the worst kind, the magic power was silently dissolved.

Retreat gently, one step or two, three steps, four steps, Chen Jiu's steps were very gentle, as if he was afraid of shattering this dream.

After three hundred steps, he withdrew from the mountain range. Chen Jiu's mana became active and the world in his palm slowly opened up. Chen Jiu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was okay.

"This mountain is too strange. His own heavenly fortune has always been invincible, but this mountain can actually imprison his magic power." Chen Jiu muttered, which made him worried and couldn't help but feel a little curious in his heart.

"I don't know where the road ahead is, and I don't know how to leave here. I can't stay here for the rest of my life. Maybe the answer I want is here."

After saying that, Chen Jiu resolutely stepped onto the stone steps. Facing the unknown future, it would be better to throw a flock of things and break out of the world.

Chen Jiu's steps were very steady, and every step would leave a footprint on the stone steps.

"There is indeed something that happened to this mountain." Chen Jiu walked on the stone steps, and a hint of surprise flashed in his heart. He turned around and looked at the footprints under his feet. The footprints were actually black.

The black footprints exuded a trace of confusing power, and there was a feeling of sin. Chen Jiu's heart moved, and he felt a lot more relaxed and inexplicably, and his mind seemed to have been refined.

Chen Jiu didn't know how high the mountain was. This mountain was covered with clouds and mist, and it was hard to see it. Recently, there were 48,000 steps.

The higher you go, the steps seem to have a kind of stickiness, and you have to stick something out of Chen Jiu's body, which is something from the bones.

There were 48,000 steps and 48,000 footprints. Three days later, Chen Jiu reached the top, his eyes shrank, and a square, narrow object appeared in front of him, made of white jade, and the best innate divine jade. This is a coffin, a coffin placed in this strange place, revealing strange aura.

"Who is buried here?" (To be continued...)
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