World of Immortals

Gu Luo's miserable cry resounded through the sky, and the severe pain made it difficult for him to maintain his balance in the air. The scroll carried him swaying forward, and there was a tendency to keep falling.

Xiao Chen stepped on the treetops, jumped from one crown to another, his body turned into a faint phantom, and after chasing for tens of meters, he threw his second sword!

The bright long sword shone with dazzling light, like a shooting star passing through the air, hitting Gu Luo with a long tail light!

"puff"

Blood splashed, and the second sword hit again!

This sword directly pierced Gu Luo's chest and abdomen, almost nailing him down! Scalp-numbing screams reverberated in the air, and long blood sprayed down from the sky. Gu Luo, who was seriously injured and dying, tried his best to control the picture scroll, and quickly flew towards the distance...

Under the bright moonlight, Xiao Chen stood on the top of the canopy, looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, his long hair danced wildly, his eyes were as sharp as blades, he finally completely reversed the situation in tonight's battle, let out a bad breath, and no longer had to run away.

King Qin Guang, King Yan Luo, and King Reincarnation climbed up the crown of the tree and came to Xiao Chen's side. Under the moonlight, the three snow-white skeletons stared at the bright moon in the sky. The light of the soul in their heads fluctuated, as if they were recalling something...

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In the forest in the second half of the night, the roar of the beasts disappeared, and it was extraordinarily quiet. The soft moonlight fell on the forest, like a large piece of white feathers, and the forest was harmonious and peaceful.

Xiao Chen sat cross-legged on the canopy of the tree, and the moonlight was drawn by the rotating profound art, flowing slowly like water waves, and the faint holy glow flowed over the canopy, making this place extraordinarily peaceful and peaceful.

After a fierce battle, Xiao Chen's body was already very empty, and the pure energy of the moonlight was constantly being absorbed, replenishing his almost depleted body.

The three skeletons are also quietly refining the spar that Xiao Chen gave them, and the snow-white skeletons have added a little luster, especially their skulls, which are reflected by the light of the soul, are crystal clear and clear, and seem to have signs of jade.

The night is calm and peaceful at this moment...

The stars in the sky gradually faded, and the east gradually revealed a little blush. Morning came, and in the quiet virgin forest, the birds were the first to come alive.

Xiao Chen's whole body was shrouded in a hazy brilliance, and a few birds were dancing and singing beside him, and he had already integrated into the nature. Until he opened his eyes, the forest bird was startled, and he felt the energy surging all over his body, and the brilliant brilliance continuously flowed on his body surface.

After washing off the blood stains all over his body by a clear stream, and eating an extremely sumptuous game breakfast, Xiao Chen led the three skeletons on the road.

Groups of galloping giant elephants, winged leopards, giant golden centipedes as thick as buckets, and three-headed tiger kings like hills... Along the way, huge and terrifying roars of beasts continued to resound in the primitive old forest.

Traveling through the mountains and forests, Xiao Chen brought the three skeletons to the former residence, beside the sapphire-like small lake, the green bamboo house still stood upright, exuding the fragrance of grass and trees, surrounded by vines and radishes, and the flowers and plants were fragrant.

Without staying here, they walked through the lush woodland and came to the seaside. Xiao Chen began to dry the sea salt, planning to go after Zhao Liner and Gu Luo after collecting enough.

The morning sun was shining golden, and the three skeletons hated the sun so much that they hid in the coconut grove by the beach, unwilling to come out. Xiao Chen himself filled the seawater with coconut shells and dried the sea salt, but at this moment, he found a figure in the sea.

A man in white rushed quickly from the depths of the sea, cutting a wave of water like a divine fish! Very shocking picture, the man in white is not swimming, but standing on the sea level!

It's getting closer, I finally see clearly!

A young monk in white, with his feet on a wooden rafter, moved with the wind, like a banished fairy riding on waves, floating out of the dust indescribably.

Yiwei crossing the river Dharma commits suicide! The supreme body technique that has been lost for many years in the world!

Xiao Chen was quite surprised, this is definitely a master, so he had to guard against it.

The slightly salty sea breeze blew gently, and the monk in white stepped on the waves and came to the beach. He looked at Xiao Chen with some surprise, but he calmed down quickly, and walked onto the beach.

"Are you...?" The white-clothed monk was different from ordinary monks. He did not recite the name of the Buddha, did not call him a benefactor, and asked like ordinary people.

Seeing that this young monk had an extraordinary demeanor, Xiao Chen used the most concise words to identify himself. In order to survive in the Longevity Realm in the future, he must properly handle the relationship with the cultivators in this realm.

The white-clothed monk seemed very surprised, and said, "My Dharma name is Yizhen." He didn't call himself a "poor monk", but called himself "I" like an ordinary person. Although his words were not like a monk, he exuded a supernatural and refined temperament, but he looked like an eminent monk in terms of bearing.

The two chatted briefly, and unknowingly walked into the coconut grove. The three skeletons seemed to sense the stranger's approach, and retreated quietly.

"Master Yizhen, what's so strange about this island?" Xiao Chen had too many questions in his mind. Wang Zifeng, Gu Luo and others came to this island one after another, obviously with important purposes. Now the monk Yizhen also came to this island, which shows that the desert island is unusual.

"This island is called Dragon Island. In the ancient prehistoric era, the stele of the gods descended from the sky sealed it forever. All the dragons who could fight against the gods lost their mana forever and were imprisoned on this deserted island."

Xiao Chen finally understands why the eight-armed evil dragon that can compete with the sea god, and the tyrannosaurus, one of the kings of the dragon clan, have more animal nature than divinity. On this deserted island that is forever towned by the god monument, they have lost their great supernatural powers.

"Why did this happen?" Xiao Chen asked puzzled.

Monk Yizhen understood Xiao Chen's state of mind at the moment, and briefly told him about the ancient deeds of the longevity world.

"No one knows what happened. After the Dragon Clan was suppressed, ancestor gods such as Suiren, Youchao, and Fuxi, as well as Laozi, Yuanyuan, Tongtian, and Buddha, all disappeared. At that time, a big change may have occurred, and those gods disappeared completely."

"How could this be..." Xiao Chen couldn't understand, turned his head to look at Monk Yizhen, and said, "Is there no god in the world?"

"You can't say that. The Longevity World is vast and full of races. The ancestor gods are gone. Although Lao Tzu, Buddha and other powerful people have also disappeared, the legends of foreign gods are still circulating. Many things are difficult to explain clearly. You need to go to that vast continent to understand it yourself."