After I woke up, I became a sick and weak beauty

The fifteenth is coming soon.

Canghai was originally an unknown place in the cultivation world, but it has attracted everyone's attention today.

The Canghai is located at the border of the realm of self-cultivation, where the aura is thin, and on the other side of the sea is a barren land. It is said that thousands of years ago, an immortal killed a dragon, and since then there has been no grass. The Canghai is a barrier, separating it from the The cultivation world is separated.

There used to be no one to care about here, but now there are countless monks coming here.

After all, the road is hard, and an opportunity to soar into the sky is in front of you, and few people can make up their minds to give up.

At this time, Junqing took Meng Hansheng to a "free ride".

Meng Hansheng also saw the change of face of the "lucky" person who was accosted after Junqing reported his name. He recognized that the person who borrowed the car was a famous craftsman in the cultivation world. An existence that everyone admires, but after hearing the name of the immortal, he looks panic-stricken like a ghost.

This person is obviously an old acquaintance with the Immortal Venerable.

He couldn't help but think about it - it seems that the Immortal Venerable doesn't seem to be as rumored.

Meng Hansheng remained calm, but Junqing was calm. It was not his intention to hitchhike, but the storage bag full of treasures was thrown at the heart demon.

What the craftsman used to go to Canghai was a carriage that could fly into the sky. The carriage didn’t look big, but there was more space after entering it. Obviously, it used the method of folding small world fragments. The world can be said to have a price but no market.

After Junqing walked in, he made a casual judgment: "Your crafting skills have improved."

The craftsman's heart turned cold, and he forced a smile. Before he could say anything with his lips, Jun Qing ignored him and walked in.

After being humiliated like this, he felt as if he had been pardoned, and the corners of his stiff mouth drooped down.

Junqing was naturally arranged in the best room among them. This magic weapon was made by the craftsman for himself, and the things inside are naturally the best. At a glance, many treasures that can't be called out are arranged by nature. Everywhere, as soon as Junqing sits down, they will work dutifully to create the most comfortable environment for the owner of this space.

Jun Qing couldn't help but yawned - the arrangement here was so comfortable that it made him want to sleep instead.

Closing his eyes hard, Jun Qing suddenly noticed that there were utensils that could be used for divination on the shelf next to him.

Obviously the craftsman doesn't know how to do divination, so this thing is just an ornament here, but Jun Qing took it down, held it in his hand after a little thought, and shook it slightly.

Going to the sea here is also a fortune-telling for myself.

The result seemed to be covered up by a secret, Junqing did the calculations twice and came up with ambiguous hexagrams. He frowned slightly, scratched his fingertips and dripped a drop of blood, and only got the accurate hexagrams on the third time.

When he saw the result, Jun Qing couldn't help but let out a soft "Hey" - the result showed that this trip was either a good luck or a bad luck, and the result was tied to an old friend of his, and all the gains depended on that person's actions.

Putting away the hexagram tool, Junqing couldn't see any emotion on his face, but he closed his eyes and meditated.

It took them three full days to reach the border of the Canghai even though the magic weapon traveled thousands of miles a day.

However, I don't know how many people were intercepted and killed on the way here, or they didn't make it to the border of this world in time.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth day, but there are far fewer monks here visible to the naked eye, and I don't know how many of them died before entering the secret realm of unknown truth or falsehood.

The refiner suddenly retreated a bit. He is not good at fighting, and his cultivation has been stuck in the bottleneck for hundreds of years. Seeing that he has passed half his life and has made no progress, he came here thinking of taking a gamble.

But at a glance, you can see several powerful men in the cultivation world, and I'm afraid there are still many hidden in the dark.

In the face of opportunity, they would not let him think that he was a craftsman.

Just as he was thinking about how to tell Junqing about this matter, the craftsman found that Xianzun was no longer in the car.

Meng Hansheng followed Junqing and watched him strolling on the edge of the sea. The sea is indeed a sea. At a glance, there is no limit to the blue. The scene is very beautiful, but it also has a deep loneliness.

He didn't know why Jun Qing took the initiative to get out of the carriage to expose himself to everyone, maybe it was the self-confidence of the immortal?Meng Hansheng quietly speculated.

He looked at Junqing standing by the sea, letting the waves wash over his shoes, his silver hair that was almost to the ground fluttering gently with the wind, even if he was as determined as Meng Hansheng, he couldn't help shaking his mind for a while.

If the Immortal Venerable is not an Immortal Venerable... I am afraid that he has been imprisoned by his side, and the golden house is hidden.

He had such a disrespectful thought, and bowed his head in a guilty conscience.

Jun Qing suddenly said: "You should know the legend about Cang Hai."

Meng Hansheng was taken aback for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Jun please continue: "This place used to...it wasn't like this."

before?

Has Xianzun been here before?

Meng Hansheng keenly connected the legend about Canghai with the person in front of him. Could it be that the legend about slaying the dragon was not fabricated by others, but...

Before he could figure out why, Junqing said again: "Let's go."

Meng Hansheng followed Jun Qing with a full stomach of doubts, and now he was just as confused as those who were watching secretly.

They have already reached the sea, and seeing that the opening of the secret realm is approaching, the monks who came here did not show their thoughts, but began to form cliques one after another.

Although Meng Hansheng's cultivation base has fallen, his strength is still good, and Junqing is even more indistinct. In the past two days, many people tried to form an alliance with them, but Meng Hansheng politely rejected them with a smile.

This naturally also benefited from listening to Jun Qing.

It's just that the closer the fifteenth day came, the more the monks here began to beat drums in their hearts.

They haven't seen the "top of the sea" that the voice said.

The sea is really just the sea. At a glance, the past is vast and the edge cannot be seen. Some people tried to fly into the depths of the sea, but they have not come back until now. After that, no one dared to try to cross the sea to see what is at the end of the sea. .

But on the fifteenth day, nothing happened.

Meng Hansheng watched some of the monks scold anxiously, some of them pretended to give up but then went back quietly, and some of them just waited silently.

Until the sun went down and the moon went up to the sky, Meng Hansheng was always calm, but Jing Ling couldn't help but said: "Could it be that this secret realm is really a fake? Who is so capable and dares to take so many people in the cultivation world?" Played it?"

As soon as he said it, Jun Qing glanced at him and said via voice transmission: "Here we come."

What's coming?Jing Ling was at a loss.

Seeing that all the monks who had cultivated higher than Nascent Soul stood up instantly, their eyes were full of disbelief.

Everyone looked up, and they saw—a dark spot appeared on the moon.

"This... this is impossible!!" Someone lost his voice.

The black spot grew bigger and bigger as time went by, and soon the color turned red!

It was a bolide!It's heading here at full speed!

Cultivators who were not strong enough had already started fleeing with magic weapons, Almighty ones who had confidence in their own strength also began to sweat, and there were still many people standing there, holding on to their strength.

The heat wave came as the bolide approached. Under the huge pressure, a large number of people finally ran away at high speed, and some people threw out all their life-saving magic weapons, but their calves were trembling slightly .

Cold sweat dripped from the corners of Meng Hansheng's forehead, but Jun Qing beside him didn't move, and he didn't dare to show any timidity.

As the bolide approached, Jun Qing finally saw what it was, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

It was a mountain!

Yes, a mountain, fell from the sky.

The top of the sea, the top of the sea, there is no peak in the sea, so why not just drop one from the sky?

Such a simple and crude logic made Jun Qing feel a little bit dumbfounded, and even the old monster who turned the gods here could only see horror in his eyes when he saw such a mountain fall.

Although he has the power to reach the heavens after transforming into a god, but such a handwriting... Sure enough, this fairy realm is real!

The mountain fell into the sea, causing huge waves and noises. When the blazing flames on the mountain touched the sea water, tens of thousands of tons of water were evaporated into high-heat air waves. Any unsuspecting monks were hit by the air waves. Suddenly, there was a scream, and then fell to the ground without a sound.

Meng Hansheng's heart shook violently, and then he saw a transparent, invisible circle appearing around himself and Junqing, like a cover covering them, and the scorching heat wave was completely isolated from the outside.

However, when Junqing used this move, he didn't notice any fluctuations in his spiritual power. Meng Hansheng couldn't help but add some comments on Junqing's strength in his heart.

In the end, in the sea, the burning mountain was completely extinguished, and the sea that was originally illuminated by the flames became dark again. Only the moonlight shone on the sea, but the sea level dropped a little lower than before.

When everyone looked at the sudden mountain in front of them and hesitated, Jun Qing had already moved.

His figure was as fast as lightning, and Meng Hansheng only felt a blur in front of his eyes, as if his body suddenly turned into dough, and fell into Jun Qing's sleeve just like that.

"Oops! Follow up!" Jun Qing's actions seemed to wake up the other monks here, and they all chased after him.

After going up the mountain, the monks suddenly found that they could not use the magic weapon. If they wanted to use it, they would immediately fall back down.

And Junqing took the lead, his voice was as light as a kite, and when he stepped down, his figure became much taller.

Someone watched Jun Qing running to the top of the mountain, feeling angry and anxious, and threw a hidden weapon at Jun Qing's vest.

A sinister smile was about to emerge from the corner of his mouth, and then blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth, and the hidden weapon just thrown was already stuck in his heart.

The horror of others did not fall into Jun Qing's eyes, when he landed on the top of the mountain, the vision in his eyes reversed.

This is a wonderful feeling, obviously he has just stepped on the top of the mountain, but at this moment, he seems to see another self, opposite him, also standing on the top of the mountain.

Junqing raised his head, and the other Junqing also raised his head. They were very close, almost head to head. They looked at each other. At this moment, the other Junqing suddenly smiled, and then reached out to grab Junqing's body. wrist.

A huge force came from his wrist, Jun Qing didn't resist, and let the force pull him, and then he fell into the world of the mirror image.