The weather was gloomy, and the strong wind blew the dark clouds and crushed the sky. It looked particularly messy, like a void filled with holes.
"Pap, tap..."
Xin Zhuo rode Xiong Batian and walked on the muddy official road. Xiao Huang was sniffing here and there in front of him. Soak in urine. The mountains, forests, creeks and occasional villages and towns on both sides were in a state of disarray. Everywhere you could see hideous ruins, huge pits, the anxiety after the war, and countless dead bones that had no one to bury them.
It has been a month since they left Wanjiawu. Jiang Dagou and the other three were devastated. They had said goodbye ten days ago and continued to rob tombs. Their lives seemed to have no special fun and no goals. They could only keep robbing ancient sites. The tombs of the sages have become more powerful and will fulfill the last wish of the emperor they are loyal to in the future.
Xin Zhuo’s purpose is to rush back to the Eastern Palace. Considering the strength of the Eastern Palace and the rumors that there are still imperial soldiers alive, there must be no problem. At least some of the ancestors and disciples are guarding it.
The reason why he chose to walk on foot was that this world of nothingness was very unfamiliar to him. He was flying high-profile in the sky, and there was no guarantee of who he would meet. His life-saving magical power was gone, and he had no sense of security.
Along the way, the desolation of the collapse of the world made him feel cold. He could not imagine what the void world had experienced in just a few hundred years.
It has only been a hundred years, but it seems that the world has changed and it has gone through a reincarnation for so long.
At this moment, the words of the old man guarding the gate of the void echoed in my mind again. I don’t know who this old man was. These words sounded very inspiring, but they also revealed a sense of sadness.
“Hu——”
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiong Batian under him said angrily: "Master, this world looks so terrible. Is it going to be the end of the world? Should we look for the nearby big sects and see what kind of sword tombs there are? "
"No need! Go to the mountain gate of Ziweiji Shandong Palace!”
Xin Zhuo shook his head, not to mention that he didn’t know where the terrifying ancient forces of Jianzhong and Changsheng Family were, but he knew that the situation in the world was broken now. , what's going on if you just rush in?
"Okay!" Xiong Batian sneezed, sped up, and cursed in front of him: "Huang Mao, wait for me for a while."
The hooves splashed up large swaths of mud.
Xiao Huang in front suddenly turned around and ran back, with a dog-like face excited: "Master, there is smoke ahead!"
The saying "there is smoke" is very useful for people who have traveled tens of thousands of miles and watched. For the three masters and servants who lived in countless dead ruins, it was a bit luxurious.
Without waiting for Xin Zhuo’s instructions, Xiong Batian ran forward like crazy.
After jumping over a mountain range, the front suddenly opened up. At the foot of the mountain is a city. Although it is also very dilapidated, it looks like everything is in ruins after the war, but at least some people are walking around, and there are many outside the city. People who are dragging their families and traveling with them are on their way.
This made Xin Zhuo breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't that the world was shattered and everyone died.
He signaled Xiong Batian and Xiao Huang to enter the city, but looked towards the north of the city. Under the thick dark clouds, he saw a huge broken knife that had chopped up a mountain, standing in the wasteland. This knife had been left for who knows how many years. , now there is still the slightest trace of murderous aura, and neither humans nor beasts dare to get close.
The natal magic weapon of Wuya Realm!
The divine weapon of destiny is broken, and it is still left in this ghost place. It is obvious that the master has died in the battle.
Death in Wuyajing...
When we entered the city, it was not as lively as expected. The city was full of ordinary people, and none of them were very lively. Everyone looked dull and confused after being frightened. Even if there were some energetic people passing by, their footsteps would be in a hurry.
There is no order in the world.
This is Xin Zhuo’s first impression.
The three masters and servants found a noodle shop to eat noodles. Xin Zhuo tried to talk to the shop owner, but the result was panic and trembling, and his expression was very confusing.
Xin Zhuo summed it up: The shop owner is forty-five years old this year. His childhood, boyhood and youth were full of panic and the horror of the end of the world. The martial immortals in the sky were fighting every day. , fighting every night, often destroying a city, collapsing a mountain, and drying up a river. It has only subsided in the past ten or twenty years.
This kind of mortals are also pitiful. They only have a few decades of life, but they have spent half their lives experiencing wars between warriors and immortals that make mortals despair.
After paying the money, we continued on our way. The deeper you go into China, the more such towns become. Although there are still traces of the battle between the martial immortals all around, they gradually become more prosperous, and the faces of mortals also look brighter.
After tens of thousands of miles, it gradually became normal. There were even ordinary princes and nobles traveling in bright clothes, angry horses, and slaves. Ordinary people were working in the fields, and children were playing in all directions. There are also traces after the war, but they have been repaired.
Xin Zhuo understood clearly that this remote and desolate place, a special place that is difficult for countless mortals around the void world to access, is the home of the war, and the land of China in the middle is probably deliberately avoided.
Just like what Mr. Wuyunzi said, the land of China is the foundation of the void world. If China is also broken, the void world will probably collapse. Otherwise, why would the three quasi-emperors use their great supernatural powers to move mortal empires from other realms? Fill in?
Continuing to move forward, martial arts masters who flew into the sky and escaped from the earth gradually appeared, but the strange thing was that these masters were all very strange, and neither their attire nor their aura looked like the disciples of the major ancient forces.
Xin Zhuo no longer wasted time, took Xiao Huang and Xiong Batian to use escape skills, and went straight to Ziweiji Mountain.
Half a month later, it arrived.
Standing on the outermost high mountain of the 130,000-mile-long mountain chain, looking toward the mountain gate, Xin Zhuo felt a little excited. He didn't understand what the excitement was for. Maybe it was about the void world. The existence and destruction of the most powerful force, the representatives of decent people, come and go.
Yes, although he has some disdain for human martial arts, he has long recognized it through hard training for thousands of years. He Xinzhuo is definitely a martial artist. He hates immortals, and those guys who try to coexist with immortals are obviously the evil party!
In this world, you have to be reasonable!
Unfortunately, it was hazy at the mountain gate of the East Palace and nothing could be seen clearly.
He took a deep breath, walked to the mountain gate in one step, took out the jade token of Taixu's direct inheritance, and pressed it gently into the mist of the mountain guarding formation.
Imagined that the formation of retreat did not appear immediately, but after a long delay, a portal slowly appeared, revealing the majestic mountain gate stairs inside.
His pupils shrank and his fingers trembled slightly. He looked back at Xiao Huang and Xiong Batian. He hesitated and lowered his voice: "Find a secret place to hide first and wait for news from me!"
Xiao Huang and Xiong Ba Tian Gastrodia ran wildly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment, walked into the mountain-protecting formation, climbed the steps, and scanned the entire sect with his eyes and spiritual thoughts.
It was dead silent and quiet...
Until I climbed the nine thousand steps and arrived in front of the mountain gate archway.
This archway is old and outdated, but it shows the potential of Jiuji to swallow up the world. On it is carved the eight characters "If you don't realize the Jiji Dao, you will become a martial artist!"
It is signed "Taixu"!
He has seen this archway several times. It was very domineering back then, and he would have to bow down when the gods came, but now he is extremely weak.
He couldn't help but frown even more tightly.
“簌簌……”
At this moment, ten warriors wearing Taiyi sword robes suddenly rushed around. They looked at him carefully and bowed their hands: "Zhenzong!"
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "I thought the East Palace No more.”
"Zhenzong is joking, the emperor's inheritance, how can he be defeated by Peixiao?"
The three leaders among the ten people turned out to be Xin You, who was tricked by Xin Zhuo in Bingyihai. Hai, Zheng Zong and Bai Xuan looked proud.
Xin Zhuo nodded and continued to move forward, accompanied by a group of people.
After passing the archway, in front of the clouds, mountains and mist, many huge mythical beasts appeared faintly. The fragrance of exotic flowers and plants floated far away, and countless ancient palaces also peeked out of the clouds and mist.
Entering the Qimen Sword Pavilion of Donghuang Wanjian Palace, Xin Zhuo asked casually: "What are the casualties in our Donghuang Palace?"
Xin Youhai was stunned for a moment: "Zhenzong knew what happened. "What?" Our opponent?”
Xin Zhuo frowned. (End of this chapter)