Shura Demon Continent.

In the Great War of the Eternal Night, the Blood Moon Continent was all affected. Since then, however, it has remained stable ever since. The Shura Palace, the Valley of No Hatred, and the UFO Hall are all safe and sound.

The blood moon is stable, and of course there is no big war for the seven stars. Even in the most chaotic War Star Domain, there have been few wars in recent years. Because, Bai Wuming has basically unified the three major star fields in the north.

The years passed.

It has been nearly seven or eight thousand years since Shura, and everything that was at the beginning has gradually become a thing of the past. It's just that there are a lot of things that have always been there and never disappeared. Many people have lived and never died.

It was a hibernation, not a demise. For example, the Immortal Town in the Southern Regions of the Blood Moon.

In the eternal night war, the evil and the dragon saliva fought for the ghost coffin, but in the end, the coffin was enchanted by the water. The battle between Amu and the demon lord attracted a phoenix feather in Tianzhou and thousands of yellow springs in the netherworld.

That big battle can be described as a win-or-loser. In the end, each one guards his boundary, and each one lives in peace.

To this day, the remnants of the Taihuang, Drunken Demon Luo, Demon Burial Sect, and Immortal Gate have all remained in Immortal Town. Outside the Immortal Town, there are naturally people who break the Xuantian Pavilion and the Hatredless Valley who are waiting for them.

Thousands of years of stability, but there has always been a hidden murderous opportunity. It's just that the time has not yet come.

In the Immortal Town, the houses are scattered and still ancient and mottled. Everything is exactly the same as it was back then.

On the other side of town, the dock where no giant ship has set sail for many years is still there. It's just that the seventy-seven immortal ships are lined up, dotted like ancient city walls.

These ships were all brought by Xiao Luo from the Netherworld back then, and they never left. It's just that the once million heavenly soldiers are no longer there. In the end, they all became the souls of the coffins.

These ships have not moved. all these years. Immortal Town is about to return to the same silence it had back then.

The biggest difference between Immortal Town and that year is that there is a faint layer of black gas, and between this black gas there is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

That was when Wu'er died that year. The taste left behind.

Lethe Immortal Gate.

This seems to be a boundary monument between the Demon Continent and the Underworld. No one will easily break the line.

In the ancient town, there are occasional sparse figures. listless, with death and life. And all the other people who retreated to Immortal Town back then fell into a state of deep sleep.

It can be said that they are all immortal sect members now.

In the once extremely dilapidated yard, there are still three dilapidated houses and an old tree.

A sloppy immortal old man, but he sat cross-legged under the old tree, completely lacking the ease and leisure of sleeping at noon.

After the First World War, the Immortal Old Man returned to Immortal Town and sat here. Practice. It was quite a distant thing for the Immortal Old Man.

The Great Consummation of the Original Immortal Nine had long been his limit. For this immortal old man, it is an obstacle that cannot be crossed. Otherwise, the years of thousands of years would have been promoted.

So, it's not so much about practicing as it is about meditation. He is a pawn of Hades, ready to summon at any time. The laid-back of the past is nothing more than a pretend gesture to dispatch loneliness.

"Grandpa-Grandpa-" with a few calls. Little Liuzi ran in. Shirtless, large homespun shorts, dark skin, and a strong body.

Little Liuzi. It's exactly the way it was back then, nothing has changed. Actually, the entire people who live in the Immortal Town. Your face never changes.

"What's the matter?" the immortal old man slowly opened his eyes. He knew that there was nothing that Xiao Liuzi would not come. "No, no. Sail again with the jade talisman?"

"No! Alas!" Xiao Liuzi said in frustration. To this day, he still misses sailing on the river. The days when he came back with a million heavenly soldiers standing on the side of the devil.

How mighty, how majestic! Sailors, too, great! Unfortunately, those days seem to be gone. The endless waiting made Xiao Liuzi want to sleep.

"Grandpa, there are monstrous waves on the Lethe River. That wave will not be encountered in 10,000 years. In the Lethe River, there seems to be a foreign object. ”

"Oh?" the immortal old man sneered, "Isn't it, you are in a panic, and you are in a trance?

"No, grandpa! Today's wave is definitely different. Xiao Liuzi said seriously, "Don't believe it, you can take a look at it with your eyes." There seems to be a high mountain above the Lethe River! But I can't see clearly. ”

"!" the immortal old man snorted coldly, but he still stood up and walked out of the courtyard. He knew there must be something odd.

No one should underestimate the courtyard where this immortal old man lives. That courtyard has the blessing of the Immortal Venerable, even the divine consciousness of the Eternal Realm cannot see through it, otherwise the immortal old man would not have to be discharged from the hospital for observation.

"Huh?" The immortal old man walked out of the small courtyard and raised his eyes in the direction of Lethe, his expression changed.

Xiao Liuzi can see the movement of Lethe. The immortal old man sees farther and more truthfully than Xiao Liuzi.

The waters of the Lethe River come from the Netherworld and flow into the world of the Demon Continent. In the entire Shura realm, I am afraid that no one will have a better understanding of Lethe than the Immortal Old Man.

On the Lethe River, there has never been a mountain and there can never be a mountain. Because, Lethe River is not a river at all.

However, at this time, as far as the immortal old man could see, he really saw an incomparably majestic mountain. The mountains were completely black, rocky, and steep.

A black mist envelops the mountain.

The black mountain stood abruptly above the Lethe River. The water of the Lethe River, the waves crash on the shore. The mountain stood still and seemed to have stood for thousands of years.

"......" A flash of horror flashed in the immortal old man's eyes, "Little Sixth Son, has this mountain just appeared?"

"Hmm!" Xiao Liuzi nodded, "Half an hour ago, Lethe River moved, and the big waves swept the sky. The seventy-seven immortal ships shook at the docks, and it didn't take long for them to appear...... Grandpa, can you see that? Is that really a mountain?"

"It's a mountain!" the immortal old man's expression was complicated, and he nodded slowly, "Legendary ...... Little Liuzi, it won't be long before Immortal Town will wake up again. Because the Immortal Venerable is coming to this world......"

"Ahh

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Sea Wilderness.

Dongling and then to the east, it is naturally an endless sea of bitterness. Legend has it that the bitter sea is even wider than the sea barren continent. There is no way to verify this. But, really, no one has come to the end of the sea of suffering.

There is no end to the sea of suffering!

However, there is an island named "Worry-free" on the bitter sea. If you start from Dongling to Sanssouci Island, you need to pass through Bodhi Island, Qingshan, Liudao Dazhen and a big river.

This is the so-called "outside Bodhi Island, the green mountains are not covered, six roads to the east, a big river", and this route was the route when Amu Dong broke into the happy land.

It's just that now the Bodhi monks on Bodhi Island have long been cut down by Amu, and the rest are all there.

At this time, the morning light is shining, and the golden light is shining.

It was a rather refreshing morning.

The last barrier river of Sanssouci Island is rolling and flowing in the bitter sea, reluctant to give up day and night. The river of the sea, the wonders of the world.

At this time, a person walked slowly on the river, as if walking on the ground.

Middle-aged man with a slightly dark complexion and short hair. He was dressed in a short brown shirt with sleeves and trouser legs. Carrying a hat on his back, he holds a black fishing rod in one hand and a bamboo fish basket in the other.

That bearing is back to the basics, and the great immortal is like an ordinary.

It was none other than the Fisherman of Paradise. It's just that this time the fisherman didn't sing the loud fishing song, but looked at the west with a slight frown.

From east to west, through the array of the six paths, the fisherman can actually see the green hills. On the green hills, there is a mother-in-law in white stationed there.

However, at this moment, the fisherman's gaze did not stop on the green hill at all, but looked farther away.

Because, there is an inexplicable mountain above the bitter sea.

A green hill is taller, greener, and steeper than the original green mountain.

That mountain did not belong to the bitter sea in the first place. However, at this time, it was rooted in the sea and pointed to the void. A faint green glow spread out on the top of the mountain.

Under the hat, the fisherman's eyes narrowed slightly. The Fisherman is definitely a special presence in the Promised Land. Although he only looked like he was in the Primordial Immortal Fivefold Realm, his true combat power was only clear to him.

Back then, Amu sacrificed the mysterious dagger and the magic coffin, but they were not his opponents. In the end, it was with the Demon Lang Decree that the fisherman did not embarrass Amu and let him cross the river.

On that day, the fisherman was still able to laugh loudly even in the face of the Demon Lang Order. The fisherman's bearing and mind are admired by Amu!

However, at this time, the fisherman looked at the abrupt green mountain, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. It was a visceral concern.

"Demon Mountain!" the fisherman slowly spat out two words, then retracted his gaze to the green mountains of the Paradise Land, and said to himself, "Mother-in-law, your robbery has arrived!"

At this time, the white-clothed mother-in-law was also standing on the top of Qingshan Peak, looking westward.

The white clothes are like clouds, and the silver threads are better than the snow. The people of the Promised Land, like the people of Tianzhou, have a kind of bearing that the sea wilderness and the Shura people do not have.

It was a real immortal aura, innate.

The realm of the white-clothed mother-in-law is a little closer than back then.

The mother-in-law in white naturally saw the green mountain that rose overnight on the distant sea, but the mother-in-law's expression was quite calm.

"The legend is true!" the white-clothed mother-in-law smiled faintly, "It seems that Sanssouci Island will sink one day! Now that the calamity has come, let me, the old woman, be the first to fall for the promised land!"

At this time, the fog on the demon mountain was thick. (To be continued.) )