My mythical world

In the prehistoric world, thousands of immortals are at ease. Now is the prosperous age of immortality. The ancient masters accumulated in the golden cultivation period after the Lich Tribulation are like crucian carp crossing the river. They are countless. The real golden immortals are not as good as dogs, and Taiyi is everywhere.

If you are too arrogant, one or two Daluo masters inherited from ancient times will pop up from time to time. Of course, there are still very few at the quasi-sage level, and they are all "big men" in the world.

Strictly speaking, the quasi-sage is also in Daluo, but the gap is too big, so it is calculated separately.

People on the forum watched the journey of today's prehistoric players. Except for Yu Xiang'er who defected to the Demon Realm Wutian, all the other currently known players are looking for other ways to become immortals. They are diligently cultivating immortal magic and magical powers before the great catastrophe of becoming a god has begun.

Some people also asked them whether the various immortal methods specially created for the human race are effective when practiced on earth?

A new player who broke the news said that there is a lack of vital spiritual energy and foundation-building spiritual objects on the earth. If you slowly practice with such a small amount of skills, you will probably consume all the little energy and spirit, and the more you practice, the more losses you will make. !

"Of course this is just a low-level Qi refining technique that I can currently obtain. If it is a top-notch technique that the four veteran players can obtain, I don't know how effective it will be." The newcomer who broke the news finally left this sentence .

At this time, in the Central Plains of Earth, a player named Wutian was slowly running his magic power at home. However, the energy that flowed unimpeded in the ancient game world seemed to have fallen into deathly silence on the Earth, and it took a long time before it could move at all.

"Why is it so difficult? It's like the legendary end of the Dharma era."

He frowned, "The ray of magic power I finally accumulated has dissipated like this. If I just rely on the earth to practice, I guess there will be no chance of immortality. I still need to look for opportunities in the game world!"

The upcoming catastrophe of the Conferred Gods is logically a civil war in the Immortal Dao and has nothing to do with the originally weakened Demonic Dao. However, with him in this life, everything is different!

He Wutian, who is known as the number one player in the world so far, is looked up to and challenged by all the newcomers, which is by no means an illusion.

Time flies, and each player begins to make plans.

In the deepest part of the earth, Young Master Long boldly walked into the Ancestral Dragon Palace. At that time, he was not afraid of those who did not know, but after experiencing endless reflection and social beatings, he no longer had the small mind to underestimate the great power of the ancient times.

Young Master Long, who had two golden horns on his head, slowly walked into the hall under the leadership of a dragon master who was at least Daluo Jinxian level.

This master, Mr. Long, once knew him. He was a being who was born in the ancient Long Han catastrophe. It was rumored that he had already transformed into a Tao and perished. However, he did not want to but has been in seclusion here. This is evident from the profound heritage of the Dragon Clan!

The lonely hall was dark, and a hundred-foot-long statue of the ancestral dragon was lifelike in the center of the hall. As he felt a sense of depression in his heart, Young Master Long turned pale, knowing that the ancestral dragon had awakened.

"You, a player from outside your domain, have come to this world again after an era, and you insist on meeting me again. Why on earth is this happening?"

Zu Long, who had been sleeping for an unknown length of time and had almost forgotten himself, finally woke up.

The eyes of the Zulong statue in the main hall flashed with divine light, and a ray of consciousness of the Zulong was possessed.

Long Shaoyi gritted his teeth and spoke cautiously under great pressure: "Your Majesty Zulong, do you think that there is only one big world in the world? Is there only endless chaos?"

This place is completely controlled by the Ancestral Dragon, and no one from heaven can invade. Young Master Long is not worried about revealing the secrets of heaven and being hit by a purple sky divine thunder from the mysterious heaven.

Zulong's expression remained unchanged, looking down at the trembling strange players below like the weight of the earth, "Do you want to tell me about the world where your true body is?!"

As soon as these words came out, Master Long was even more frightened into a cold sweat. Zu Long was actually very interested in the earth where his true body was!

"No, I'm talking about another sea of ​​chaos. That world is different from the prehistoric world, but everything exists on a world tree.

So far, there are five worlds hanging on the tree. I think that world should be defeated by the Great World. At most, the World Tree can barely resist one Tiandao-level existence, and the Great World has three! There are also saint-level figures! "

"world Tree?"

Zu Long seemed to be very interested and asked Young Master Long to continue without comment. Although these players from other worlds have mysterious origins and know the secrets of heaven, and he has also tried to find out where they came from, he only felt hazy. On the contrary, it would be more beneficial to borrow them to do things. .

Although the prehistoric world today is said to have three pillars, it is the Heavenly Dao Hongjun who is in charge of the orthodoxy after all. The demonic Dao Rahu and the authentic Ancestral Dragon can only lie dormant in secret, and their subordinate forces are constantly being shrunk and cannibalized.

If there really is a world second only to prehistoric times, what changes will happen if you devour and fuse it?

Long Shaoyi gritted his teeth and glanced at the Daluo Jinxianlong who had brought him in. Zulong blinked his eyes and spoke slowly:

"Just step back for now."

The guide dragon's mind sank, and the information he just heard was completely deleted, and he began to go out obediently.

Back then, Young Master Long once said on the Zhutian Forum that he would tell Zulong the information about Hill's world. Now that he has finally met Zulong after joining the Dao, of course he must fulfill his promise.

This conversation is not just news about Hill’s world, but also about the upcoming catastrophe of becoming a god!

Although he felt that this immortal war might have nothing to do with the Dragon Clan, Master Long felt that Zu Long would have some tricks up his sleeve.

"If you think about it this way, the Dragon Clan has me and the Demonic Dao has Wutian, but the strongest Xuanmen Orthodoxy today has lost its secret? It just so happens that this time they are the protagonists of the great catastrophe."

Young Master Long was thinking in his mind. He planned to let many of his staff calculate it after he went offline. With his deep intuition, Young Master Long felt that Hongjun, as the strongest man, would never be taken over so easily!

Putting aside the discussions in the Ancestral Dragon Hall that will affect the ages, at this time, except for Li Changsheng who joined Duermen, who was barely a subordinate of the Human Cult, several others also had adventures, but netizens discovered that the players were no longer simple!

Start covering up and not revealing important information!

"Something is wrong. Why do you feel that the third batch of players in the prehistoric era are going to have a civil war?"

Some people are so suspicious. This should be true. Players who have traveled through the heavens before have no conflicts of interest. However, the upcoming catastrophe of becoming a god is very strange.

Coupled with the non-existent demonic path and the strength of the mythical beasts led by the Dragon Clan, the parties are extremely complicated. This time players are destined to join different forces to fight for themselves. Under such circumstances, it is inevitable to plot against each other!

"Haha, are we going to finally see the forces that the players have surrendered to fight against each other? I'm really looking forward to what a big drama it will be. In any case, Boss Wutian should be the strongest existence!"

Netizens on Earth are looking forward to it. Most people think that Wutian has the greatest advantage. Others may die in the catastrophe. Even if he fails, his life will not be in danger!

At this time, on Nanzhanbu Island, Mengru Shenji was walking on the poor mountains with her luggage on her back. It was too difficult to worship the immortal gate!

At the beginning, he was still picky and picky, thinking whether it was the person who was the first to become a saint or the person who was the most protective of his shortcomings, Yuanshi Tianzun, who would teach him better.

As a result, after a lot of hard work from society, he felt that it would be great to join the Immortal Sect under the three great saints!

It's a pity that this is not Dongsheng Divine Continent. Although there are many immortals in Nanzhan Buzhou, they are far inferior to Dongsheng.

"Hey, when will this end!"

Mengru Shenji felt a little anxious, time is money!

The great catastrophe of becoming a god is getting closer and closer. If you have not reached the realm of immortal before becoming a god, you are not even qualified to participate!

The most you can do is to be a big-headed soldier and make soy sauce!

The four old players are already uniquely endowed. If they don’t take advantage of this time to make up for it, they will be completely left behind!

"God! Give me a chance and I will shake things up!"

Mengru Shenji, who finally climbed to the top of the mountain, couldn't help shouting to the sky. He was lively and humorous by nature.

Last time in the dream, he did something unscrupulous in the prehistoric world. Unlike other players, he regarded this second life as the greatest enjoyment in life. Although he felt that it was best to obtain immortal magic, he also felt that the journey to the prehistoric world was the best. Just have no regrets.

Roar~!

However, as he roared on the top of the mountain, it seemed that some big insect was awakened. A tiger's roar shook the forest, thousands of mountain birds flew away, and countless spiritual birds fled from the mountain forest.

"No, I've seen the map. There shouldn't be any powerful beasts on this stretch of road!" Mengru Shenji's face turned pale after she had just finished speaking.

"I won't become Feng Tian Qingyu's second best, will I? Become a global joke?!" Mengru Shenji is afraid. He is not afraid of death, but is afraid of being ridiculed by people around the world!

At this time, the wind was rustling, the trees were squirming, and a black and fierce behemoth was slowly coming from the depths.

Two drops of cold sweat passed over the cheeks of Mengru Shenji. He moved slightly and slowly approached the cliff, intending to personally test whether he was the protagonist and whether he would not die but get a chance encounter if he fell into the cliff.

"But the problem is that I just climbed up from the foot of the mountain! There are gravels down here, and there are no pools!"

Mengru Shenji was crying, and she could already see the huge black tiger that seemed to have mutated in recent years slowly approaching in the bushes.

Just when he was in despair, like a hero saving a beautiful woman, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe gently supported his delicate body that was about to fall into the cliff, and said with a loud voice:

"Young man, Pindao has heard what you just said. I appreciate your boldness! We are destined to meet you today."

In an instant, Mengru Shenji, who had already heard that several newcomers on the forum were apprentices, was excited. She broke away from the strong Taoist's arms as if she was blessed, and her knees weakened.

"Master, accept my bow!"

"Hahaha!"

The Qiujie Taoist who looked like a physical cultivator laughed. Seeing the black tiger in the forest getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but roar.

The Taoist smiled, pointed his right hand, and a divine light shot out from his fingertips in an instant.

"Dragon Binding Rope!"

In an instant, the mutated black tiger was captured and obediently became the great immortal's mount.

The Qiujie Taoist straddled the black tiger, and Meng entershenji sat behind him wisely. Not to mention he was a different species from heaven and earth. His fur was thick and much more comfortable than the cushions in this world.

"Haha, I didn't expect that when I went out today, I not only accepted a disciple, but also a mount! I'll show it off to the three little girls later!"

This Taoist is magnanimous, driving the black tiger, soaring into the clouds and riding the mist across the sky.

At this time, Mengru Shenji, who had just become a disciple, asked: "Master, I wonder what kind of great god you are?"

"Then you must listen carefully. I am the outer sect disciple of Jiejiao, the largest sect in the world, and so is Zhao Gongming! From now on, you must obey the orders of the sect carefully and don't lose face as a poor Taoist!"

It can be seen that he is very proud of his identity, and indeed he is. Nowadays, Jie Jiao has all kinds of teachings, and is known as the Ten Thousand Immortals. As the first outer disciple of Jie Jiao, he is naturally majestic and famous!

"ah?!"

The next Mengru Shenji was shocked. She originally wanted to become a master of the Second Sect, Chan, and wait for victory, but she didn't expect to get on the pirate ship of the Jie Sect!

Thinking of his master's unhappiness and death in the future, he dreamed of Shen Ji sitting on a black tiger and looking up at the sky. His thoughts were extremely complicated for a while.