Repugnant Gateway

The Red Cloud Valley is tens of thousands of miles away from Yancheng. Of course, what An Zheng said with the team's vast past is of course only an expression. If you walk past, most of the soldiers may have their 50th birthday after arriving in the Red Cloud Valley ...

The team drove out of Yancheng and showed it to others. Today the Yancheng Budo Conference is still open, all heroes and heroes are watching the enlightenment of the army of Tian Qizong, and the news will fly out like wings, quickly spreading across the rivers.

The fleet of Tianqizong had already been waiting outside the city early. Six hundred large warships were parked in the wild, which was extremely shocking. The team began to board the battleship in an orderly manner, but they did not fight for it.

The warships began to rise one by one, and the huge flag of the Heavenly Emperor Zongzong flew in the wind. The roaring picture will make many people never forget.

On the official road, An Zheng argued that the four of them would continue to move forward in chariots. Although this chariot was built overnight, it was extremely sturdy and fast, not inferior to the battleship in the sky. The dense warships in the sky were flying forward, and the chariots galloped on the ground.

There was a big river in front, and the chariot rushed past. In front of a jungle, chariots ran over trees, without fear.

It is already the winter season, and this road from south to north seems to have gone through the four seasons again. The snow in Yancheng hasn't melted away yet. The temperature gets higher as you go south. After walking thousands of days a day, you can see that the scenery is already beautiful like Jiangnan.

At this speed, it only takes about ten days to reach the Red Cloud Valley. Anzheng just happened to relax during this period of time. Tensions of continuous days made everyone a little tired.

"I always feel something is wrong."

Chen Shaobai raised his head and looked at the sky: "Anzheng, do you have a feeling of being stared at all times. You haven't been out of Yancheng yet, and it didn't take long for this feeling to appear."

Ann nodded: "Same."

Monkey said: "I thought it was only me ... would it be, that guy was awakened."

An Zheng said: "Maybe, if you just stare at us, it means that his strength has not recovered to the point of breaking through the time. Although he is constantly accelerating the time cycle, we are not running out of time. Improve as soon as possible. For myself, as soon as possible, the strength of the human world can be integrated. A piece of sand will be scattered and the loss will be even greater at that time. "

"We have no way out."

Chen Shaobai smiled: "That **** was brushed by us once, and we will not give us a second chance."

An Zheng snorted and thought to himself where his strength lies. Continuous practice is growth rather than awakening. Awakening seems to require an opportunity. Where is this point?

Before Anzheng, vaguely thought of Shanye ’s nine-turn eyes, but after a few passages with Shanye, even Shanye could not give Anzhen any answer. Shan Ye ’s memory is also ignorant, and that memory comes from the nine-turn eye instead of Shan Ye itself. This seems to be a dead reincarnation. If An Zheng does not wake up, the memory of the nine-turn reincarnation will not recover. Without recovery, the strength of the struggle is difficult to awaken.

There must be a key point in this. The contention has not yet been discovered. The secret to opening the eyes of the nine-turner is the key to regaining your strength. Anzheng determined that Ziluo would also be looking for himself, Chen Shaobai, and everyone. Violet has wandered the world like a bohemian for many years, in fact, he is exactly what he is looking for.

"Just hope we are faster than that bastard."

Chen Shaobai sighed: "It is always unpredictable. If I go back to the Devil Realm without any trouble, my strength may have been fully awakened. If I return to the original level, it will become easier to help you find strength some."

An Zheng laughed: "How can there be so many good things in the world?"

The chariot passed through a jungle, leaving a cruel trace like a wild beast. At last he took another avenue, which looked like no one had walked by for a long time. The roadbed is still solid, but the tenacious weeds in life have tried to drown the road. Occasionally, one or two hares jumped out of the grass, fled in panic, and looked back from time to time. The legs and feet were scared by the monsters pulling the cart.

"This road looks very old."

Chen Shaobai opened the chariot door and stretched out, looking at the road with a bit of sigh: "It's a bit like the straight road in the legend."

"The legendary straight?"

Hearing this sentence, several people came out of the chariot. The chariot was spacious enough to stand outside the carriage as if standing on a moving platform.

Although this road has a lot of grass, it is not very bumpy.

"It ’s probably that straight path ... The iron ride of the Central Plains that year could follow this straight path all the way to the border. The period was also a period when the practitioners were strong. The straightforward ones we lived in were the terrifying lives Guys, most of them rose during that period. "

"Yup."

"Maybe there are opportunities."

"You think so much."

Seeing this straight road, one can't help but imagination. At that time, it was a period of bright stars for practitioners. Various powers have emerged, and any one who is placed in a later world of practitioners is of the overlord level. According to rumors, those really strong men are enough to make the current Sanxian Emperor bow down.

Some people say that the first emperor with a sword in his hand can pick up the stars in his hand, and the sword is moving. Some people say that the saint took his disciples out of the tour, and Longfeng would also bow down when he saw him. Others said that the Taoist ancestor who rode the green cow out of the Hanguguan walked along this straight road for a long time.

Thinking of such a period, then looking at the current era, and then recalling the Daxi era, it seems that people shuttle through each time period.

"I really want to see the style of the **** of war."

Chen Shaobai sighed.

He was talking about the God of War that killed 400,000 practitioners. Even in this era, there are still many legends about him. In the battle between the four seas, Kyushu was uneven, and the dynasty rose in the chaos. The **** of war with the army of the dynasty swept through the six wilds and eight wildernesses.

"If it was at that time, I was afraid that the **** who wanted to destroy the world would have no confidence."

"I was thinking, did those big guys really hang up?"

After thinking for a while, the monkey said, "With their strength, they have already reached the point of immortality? Since immortality, why would they suddenly disappear?"

This sentence had no deep meaning. He was just a little suspicious of the fact that the practitioners of that period emerged and then disappeared collectively. But An Zheng suddenly felt a little weird after listening ... The monkey's words gave him a terrifying speculation in his mind.

But there is no basis for this speculation, it is just cranky. But once this speculation is correct, the road ahead will be more difficult than expected.

"What are you thinking?"

Chen Shaobai couldn't help but see An Zheng's complexion.

"in case……"

The more An Zheng thinks, the greater the shock and fear in his heart. He was never a fearful person, but now he was scared by his own thoughts.

"If, at that time, those powerful predecessors did not die, where would they be?"

"Out of the world, beyond the sky?"

The monkey almost didn't think about it when he answered, because this is the only reasonable answer. The strength of that level of strength, the strength is still above the three immortal emperors, just pull it out alone, the strength can crush the Qinglian Xuanyuan. Whether it was the first emperor with a sword, or the **** of war that beheaded 400,000 practitioners with a sword, or the saint who took his disciples on tour, it was more terrifying than the power of the three immortals.

At the very least, this is the legend.

"Tiantiantian."

An Zheng repeated it again, his voice slightly hoarse.

Suddenly, Chen Shaobai reacted, and his complexion suddenly became unhealthy: "You mean ... to destroy the world, it is not a person at all, but a group of people?"

An Zheng nodded: "It's just cranky, if the practitioners of this level can already live forever, not in this world, the only possibility is in the outer universe, the vast universe. If so, if the faceless weirdo wants to How could they not know how to destroy the world? If not, how could they not stop it? Now we all speculate that the faceless weirdo of the world may be a holy person at that time ... they know each other. This world It ’s a home for them. Even if they have been away for a long time, they will definitely not let one of them destroy the home. ”

"Then the only reasonable guess is that they are not alone. And, they act together. These people unite, they form a coalition or organization. Everyone has their own goals, and some people go to others. In the world, some people come to this world, all they have to do is to exterminate practitioners, and even exterminate humans. "

Du Shou was stunned: "One is already terrifying, many? How do I fight it?"

At this moment, a gate appeared to be incomplete in front. The solitary city gate, the city wall that should have existed collapsed, and the grass wall was buried by the wild grass. It looks like a dormant dragon showing its back.

The tower on the gate has collapsed for more than half, and the grass above can be as tall as one person. Disturbed by the sound of the tank, a group of wild birds flew in the grass and disappeared into the sky. Suddenly the monster pulling the chariot stopped, and the wheels of the chariot made several deep marks on the hard official road.

The monsters seemed to have encountered some horrible things, but they dared not pass through the city gate.

Seemingly hearing the sound of a sudden stop of the tank, a childish-looking soldier came over from the other side of the gate. He was carrying an iron gun, which looked like he was 16 or 7 years old, and there was just a look around his mouth.

He raised his spear and pointed it at the chariot, shaking his hand and shouting, "Stop! Who is going to Hangu Pass!"