No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 249 The Brilliant New World
Xuanhuang Realm!
This is the birthplace of the Chinese civilization of cultivating immortals, the origin of many myths and legends, and the prototype life of many immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods.

It is divided into four major Shenzhous: Dongsheng Shenzhou, Xiniuhezhou, Nanfangbuzhou, and Beijuluzhou.

The civilization of cultivating immortals is extremely bright and prosperous, and there are even many real gods and even saints.

For example, the Heavenly Court in the East, the existence of the Supreme Beings of the Three Realms.

Western Great Leiyin Temple, the foundation of Buddhism.

The dragons of the four seas were the ones who dominated the world back then.

There is also the most prized base in the Three Realms, the Underworld, which is the place where all the creatures in the Three Realms and Five Elements are reincarnated.

Whoever controls this place is equivalent to controlling all sentient beings, and it will be a mess.

The outskirts of Dingzhou.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, ruined walls, and human heads piled up on both sides of the Jingguan City Gate, each of which is four or five feet high.

Pairs of scattered civilians, with ragged clothes and yellow faces and muscles, weakly followed a group of soldiers, their eyes filled with expressions of fear, despair, excitement, anticipation, numbness, etc.

"Lord Dong Biwu, according to Marshal Di's military order, we gathered refugees along the way. There are more than 1000 people. We may not have enough food and grass."

Dong Biwu was dressed as a school captain, his brows were unmoved, and there were scorched corpses everywhere in the city. It is undoubtedly a dream to find food and grass from Dingzhou City.

"You bring a team into the city to find a house that can still stay, bring in all the food, grass and supplies, and then send people to repair the city gate, and then make a decision after the marshal's army returns!"

"Yes, my lord, this subordinate will do it now!"

Several deputy lieutenants were about to go down to do their errands when they were ordered. Suddenly there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. They drew out their swords as if reflexively, and followed the prestige cautiously.

I saw a young man in a tattered Taoist robe with mottled academic records laying impartially on the ground floor of the city gate in front of him.

Although Dingzhou City was bloodbathed by the Turks, the official roads had been cleaned up by the imperial court, dead bodies and debris were temporarily piled up on both sides of the road, and an extra person suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, which surprised everyone.

Dong Biwu raised his head to look at the gate tower, then at the young man lying in the middle of the road, waved his hand and said, "Don't be nervous, the body must have fallen from the gate tower, go and lift it aside by yourself, and then burn it together. "

All the soldiers put their swords into their sheaths one after another, and a lieutenant pulled a soldier over to clean up the corpse.

The soldier came quickly, picked up the young man's ankle and was about to drag it to the side of the road, but he didn't expect that he couldn't pull it with all his strength?
"Cough, cough, cough!"

Suddenly, the dead body on the ground coughed suddenly, turned over, opened his eyes, turned over suddenly, and passed out.

The soldier was startled, thinking that the corpse had been scammed, and waited for a long while, then cautiously stepped forward to snort, turned around and clasped his fists and said loudly: "Master Dong, this person is not dead, he is just in a coma. "

"Oh? It's not dead, that's good, take it down and feed it with two mouthfuls of dry food, and take it away with you if you survive!"

After speaking, Master Dong led the crowd away impatiently.

After being fed two mouthfuls of rice soup by the officers and soldiers, the young man who came back from the dead woke up slowly, and after a while he could barely stand up. Seeing this, the soldiers all praised him for his life, even though he was thrown into the refugee team , After explaining a few words, I left.

This person is none other than Yi Fan who crossed the space barrier of the Xuanhuang Realm.

After deciding to send Yi Fan to the Xuanhuang Realm, Qingniu invited the old Daoist of Qian Kun who was in the stage of transforming gods to personally open the door to Kunlun Mountain to send Yi Fan and Jian Wuya.

Unexpectedly, there were quite a few people who knew about this matter. Young talents such as Cang Mingxue, Long Zemeng, Leng Haiyi, He Xiangu, Shenbeg, Juejue and other bigwigs were all present. Unfortunately, they just watched the ceremony and did not have the courage to send it off. His disciple Tianjiao and Yi Fan went to Xuanhuang Realm together.

Although the spiritual energy there is extremely rich, it is dangerous and unpredictable. No one knows what kind of world it is, and if you enter it rashly, you may be just a scumbag in the world of cultivating immortals.

After bidding farewell to everyone, Yi Fan and Jian Wuya resolutely stepped into the gate of innate through the small secret realm.

Unexpectedly, the space channel behind the door is extremely unstable and leaks everywhere.

This wind is not an ordinary storm in the secular world, but a space storm that changes people's faces, and there are terrible space gaps in it. Even if Huashen is involved, he will die immediately.

Jian Wuya used the method of observing the sky, and Yi Fan was full of firepower. The two experienced nine deaths, and they didn't know what happened afterwards. After waking up, Yi Fan found that not only had no mana, but his consciousness was banned, and Jian Wuya didn't know. However, he was thrown into a group of refugees by two ancient soldiers who looked like mortals.

"Brother, brother, may I ask, what year is this and who is the current emperor?"

A skinny middle-aged man beside Yi Fan looked at him weakly after hearing the words, and said with pity: "Poor child, he was born strong, but he is a fool!"

Yi Fan: "..."

As if he couldn't bear it, the uncle looked around, leaned into Yi Fan's ear, and underestimated a few words in a low voice.

Yi Fan was stunned: "Wu Zetian?"

"Shh, shhh!" The uncle was terrified, quickly pressed down Yi Fan's huge head, and whispered in horror: "You, you grandson, don't kill me, don't implicate me!"

A quarter of an hour later, Yi Fan followed a group of refugees and settled down in a large courtyard. The refugees were lying here and there lying everywhere.

Yi Fan also randomly found an open space, and leaned feebly against the wall, looking at the clear sky, his mind full of question marks.

Where did big brother Jian Wuya go?

Could it be that the two of us were blown apart by the space storm?

But what the hell is Wu Zetian of the Tang Dynasty?

Before Xuanhuangjie came, he had read the ancient books of Qingniu Temple and knew the humanistic features here.

It is almost the mythical world described in Journey to the West.

However, the background of Journey to the West was the period of Li Shimin in the Tang Dynasty. I lived in the 21st world. Even if I came across the border, the historical span is too big. Could it be said that the passage of time in the two worlds is different?

Journey to the West has been written for so long, and the Tang Dynasty in the Xuanhuang Realm has only passed about 100 years?

One day in the sky, one year underground!
Could it be that more than 100 years have passed in the Xuanhuang Realm, and more than 1000 years have passed on the earth?
But these are not the most important, the key is that Yi Fan's mana is gone, the sea of ​​energy in Dantian is still there, and the sea of ​​consciousness in Zifu is also there, but they are all empty, and now he is almost undisputed by ordinary people.

But there is also good news.

Yi Fan's physical strength is still so strong, at least in this mythical world where gods are everywhere and golden immortals are not as good as dogs, he is not too scumbag.

That's the only way to comfort myself.

Back then, Sun Wukong was such an awesome existence, there were countless people who could crush him, and he, a scum who hadn't become a fairy, met the real power, it was just a matter of one breath.

Take a deep breath.

Immediately, the body was filled with rich aura.

Although the refugees around him looked listless, their physical fitness could completely outshine the mortals on Earth by a few streets.

The frailty of the refugees, compared to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, the rich spiritual energy has already given rise to powerful creatures and powerful human races.

During the period of waiting for rescue, Yi Fan was not in a hurry to leave, but took the opportunity to blend in among the refugees and get familiar with this strange and exciting world.

(End of this chapter)