The perfect double undercover

Ninety thousand years have passed. No one knows how many generations have passed, and the people who once looked up to him have long since turned into dust. Nothing can last forever, only a bright area.

The sky and the earth are like a furnace, with all the ways as the source of fire, and all kinds of rules are added to form a huge land of calamity, like a projection. It can be seen from a distance, but cannot get close, as if it is divided into two parts: immortal and mortal.

Some people have pursued it, and some strong people want to make a pilgrimage. However, living in the age of the end of the Dharma is a kind of sadness.

It has been 90,000 years since that supreme powerhouse appeared. During this period, disasters have continued. Like a ray of hope, it has illuminated too many people and also illuminated a petrified dragon.

On this day, in a certain part of the world, a huge dragon roar suddenly rang out, evoking the deepest memories of countless living beings.

"All living beings...your king is back..."

The endless purple dragon body came out from a universe, raised its head and reached into the sky, its tail connected to the earth, exuding endless coercion, penetrating the world alone, and just manifesting it caused an uproar among countless people.

"The legendary Dragon King...he is still alive!" Many self-proclaimed supremes in a corner of the land were terrified. They looked at the dragon body that appeared in the far east. It was too huge, and at the same time it exuded an immortal aura. Qi machine.

That kind of Qi mechanism is very clear. It is born from the dragon's body, just like Qi and blood, rolling out, so vast in the world that time cannot stop on it.

"Dare to ask God if there are hundreds of immortals in the world!"

The giant dragon's head circled the galaxy, as if it had reached into the sky, and it opened its mouth to question God. It was majestic and domineering. As the syllables fell, even the Supreme Beings felt horrified. They had a bad feeling. The dragon in the rumors was not like this. Solemn and serious.

Sure enough, as the following sentence sounded, many people felt bad instantly.

"If there is, please send down the true immortal. I will fight one against a hundred and dye the world red with the blood of the immortals!"

The roar of dragons was arrogant and cold, making all living beings sweat secretly. This person did exactly what was said in the rumors. They were afraid that the other party would shout words like "men, tremble, and welcome," after all, that dragon Can do anything.

"Sure enough, there are no immortals in this world anymore... It's a pity that there are still two calamities... My Lord won't really be gone this time, right?"

Zilong whispered without concealing it. As soon as the words came out, many people were in an uproar. They were unwilling to believe it and could not accept it. Even if such a bastard was alive, how could he be raised by that unparalleled powerful man!

Although they didn't want to believe it, it seemed to be a fact. The Purple Dragon King successfully entered the legendary land and hovered in front of the huge furnace. Four words appeared in their hearts inexplicably, "What a shame..."

But Zilong looked at the furnace body filled with the glory of the avenue with great solemnity. It was densely covered with runes and had complex patterns. Each rune was like a face, and every ray of flame was like an avenue, burning blazingly. .

Inside it, a seed is as lifelike as a corpse, flying in the center of the inner world, being burned by thousands of fires and struck by billions of thunders.

Whether it was fire or thunder, they were full of endless destruction and calamity, making him fearful, but the seed was always unharmed, as if it had gone through thousands of calamities without being destroyed, and could withstand the fire of all ways without being destroyed, and its true body was as if it had emerged. , can shatter the world.

The strangest thing is that there is always a faint air-time mechanism on the seed, which seems to be gestating something. But if it circulates, the furnace inside is distorted and the years are falling.

"Could it be that the forbidden time and space method is being conceived..." Zilong was frightened. Everyone knows how terrifying the talent of the little fairy king is, not to mention, this is the rebirth of Tao, what kind of terrible things will it bear. He couldn't even imagine the fruit.

Moreover, since he came here, there has always been an unspeakable feeling lingering in his heart, as if this world is going away, and time and space are overlapping, making it impossible for him to distinguish whether it is this era that has changed, or the person inside. It is affecting everything, and there is quite an illusion of going against the past and confounding the present, and reversing time and space.

He stayed here for more than ten years and headed for a rumored sacred land.

"He went to... Pushan!"

"How did he go there?!"

Many people wonder that Pushan is one of the restricted areas in this world, alongside Huangyun Ridge. It is extremely ancient and seems to have existed in the previous era. Even the Dragon King, who had always been lawless, did not dare to enter during his peak period.

"In the past, whoever entered the desert died, and not a single blade of grass grew. But in recent years, I don't know what happened there. It is full of vitality, and dandelions are blooming millions of miles away." An old Supreme murmured.

No one knows what caused the Jedi to undergo such a transformation. In his old age, there was a Supreme Being who once stood on the edge and looked at Pu Mountain. He felt an incomparable vast vitality and wanted to occupy it, but he had not yet. People died when they got close, and their bodies are still lying outside the mountain to this day.

The purple dragon came, transformed into a human form, and stood on a stone mountain, looking at the vast white world in the distance. At a glance, the endless dandelion plants were in full bloom, covering the entire earth, covering millions of miles of mountains and rivers, and the breeze Blow, and the dandelions are flying all over the sky like snowflakes, each one exuding brilliance. Under the light, this dandelion country is full of sacredness, as if it is pure white without any impurities, making people unable to help but feel in a trance.

"Young man, have you also come to Pushan to pray for blessings..." An old man wearing a gray shabby linen shirt walked to the side of Zilong with difficulty, leaning on a wooden stick and carrying it on his back, looking at the snow-white world with his muddy old eyes. , did not approach, but knelt down here.

"Pray for blessings?" Zilong was confused, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch. The old man was just a mortal, nothing special. He came from villages in the surrounding mountains. There were many such people, and some villagers even lived here for generations.

But do these people know who they are praying for?

When he looked at the snow-white world, his first feeling was that it was filled with dust turned from endless white bones.

After all, if the Pu Demon Tree wants to grow, it must absorb the life essence of other races. This process is often accompanied by the death of many creatures, let alone an immortal king.

When a tree rises, all souls wither. How much blood and bones it takes to build a giant is beyond the imagination of this mortal.

The old man was nearly a hundred years old, his vitality was decayed, and he did not have many years to live. He looked into the distance and said, "Pushan Mountain is invisible to ordinary people. Many people think it does not exist, but it has protected us from generation to generation."

Zilong: "..."

But the old man was very pious, worshiped seriously, and was meticulous. The whole process was very solemn, as if this behavior had been going on for many years.

"When I was young, I was in danger in the mountains. I was lucky enough to be saved by the gods. Regardless of wind or rain, I worshiped every day just to see the gods again. Unfortunately...I am not lucky enough. Today is the last time I come here..." The old man sighed and took it back. With reluctant eyes, he turned around and walked down the mountain.

But Zilong could tell that it was not that the old man was not coming, but that his longevity was approaching.

But the moment the old man turned around, a breeze blew up, blowing up hundreds of millions of dandelion flowers. It was as if the door to another world had been opened, and divine radiance shone across the world, accompanied by the spread of a vast vitality. A towering tree appeared.

It was so big, all white, and rooted in a black gourd mountain. Its trunk reached into the sky, and its canopy covered the sun and moon, shrouded the universe, and was surrounded by a faint mysterious halo, as if it was indestructible, which made Zilong's heart skip a beat. It jumped suddenly.

The energy of life there was so terrifying, like a boundless ocean, that even Zilong felt insignificant as never before.

The old man next to him had a dull face, trembling with excitement, his hands trembling, wanting to step forward to meet the god in his heart.

But he was getting further and further away from that world, and everything was moving away, including the man in purple.

At this time, the most confused people were the five creatures sitting cross-legged outside the stone room. They looked at the murals on the stone room and felt wild in their hearts.

The first picture shows an exhausted magic tree taking root on Calabash Mountain. The second picture shows the tree turning into ashes and disappearing into smoke. The third picture shows a sacred seedling at the mouth of Calabash Mountain.

By the fifth picture, the seedling has grown up and turned into a sky-supporting snow tree, sheltering millions of miles around, blocking floods, ice disasters, and disrupting earthquakes.

I don't know how many thousands of years have passed, and around the tree, there are gradually more and more creatures, most of them mortals and small beasts. They are densely packed around the Calabash Mountain to worship. They are extremely pious, as if they are worshiping gods.

The ancient map is still manifesting, like an ancient history being opened, which makes the confusion in the hearts of the five kings even worse.

"The devil can still save people?"

The five kings were all calm. Although this was just an inconspicuous move, they could not forget it.

Who in the world doesn't know the blood and cruelty of the old devil. Cold-bloodedness is the only characteristic of that person, but now, that cold heart seems to be melting.

"Then the old devil has gone crazy?"

The kings were all solemn. Looking at the big snow-white tree and the faint halo on it, they had an inexplicable premonition in their hearts.

"It doesn't matter, they died in the end." Someone said, seeming to comfort himself.

Those people have been in that world for nearly 300,000 years. The consequences of this kind of historical interference will undoubtedly lead to death. Like the little fairy king, who has been extinct for nearly 100,000 years and is completely dead.

"Yes, they have been buried in the dust of history." Youwang spoke in agreement.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the stone room began to become hazy, and there was a faint sound of water flowing.

This sudden change caused the five kings' expressions to change instantly. They stood up suddenly and looked at the hazy stone wall.

There are several pictures there, which are blurry. In the pictures behind them, the land of the Great Furnace has disappeared, and in its place is a huge law tree standing high above the sky, shaped like a human body, as if it is sleeping with its eyes closed.

"He's not dead! How did you do this!"

The five kings were shocked. The law tree was too weird. With a slight shake, all the ways in the world were turned into chains of order and absorbed by it. With a shake of the branches, the sky of the universe began to tear apart, causing the former The endless faces began to dissipate, turning into rules and integrating into the origin of that world, causing the environment of that world to change accordingly.

Without the suppression of the rules of the immortals, the great world will gradually recover, as if it is undergoing transformation.

More than 100,000 years have passed, and the great world is still exuding vitality as it was at the beginning.

This is so weird, like a reincarnation, the heaven and the earth are reincarnating, and all living things are reincarnating. What always remains unchanged is the four living beings gathered together.

"It shouldn't be, shouldn't his last one be destined to fail!" Youwang muttered to himself, unable to figure it out no matter how hard he tried, there should be six times corresponding to the six paths, plus the first life he was buried in , it was only the fifth life, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt an ultimate perfection in the picture.

"Is there a possibility that he only transformed five times in that world, and transformed once before entering!" Someone suddenly said something, which made everyone stunned, and their faces began to twitch.

If this is the case, it means that there is still a possibility that the four people will return, and even their deduction is wrong.

When they thought of that scene, several kings began to panic. After hundreds of thousands of years, the old devil seemed to have transformed successfully. In addition, the fallen blood phoenix seemed to have also transformed, but the stone wall was manifested. There are so few, they can't be sure whether the other party has entered the king's realm.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the stone wall began to vibrate, and even the sound of water flow became clearer. A forbidden Qi spread, seeming to form a return path, and the creatures close to the forbidden returned, causing the five kings' expressions to change drastically again, quite a bit... The urge to run.

At the same time, the world began to blur, and the four figures also blurred. As the playful singing sounded, the figure paddling the boat also appeared.

"Is this the way back..."

Four figures stood in the sky, looking at the sky. Time and space were manifesting, as if the door of time and space had been opened, and a vague stone chamber appeared there, as if it was connecting with this time and space.

"Is it just a dream, or do we really exist in this era..." The fallen blood phoenix spoke, his tone full of emotion. Looking back, the whole world was blurring.

"Then let's look for it. Maybe one day, we will see this world again!" Bai Ye reached out and reached into his sleeves, took out a stone ax and threw it down.

The strange thing is that the stone ax is very similar to the stone ax imprinted on his left arm, which he found when he once entered Chaos to find the Chaos God, but was later obtained by the First Man from a foreign land.

"Will the original person still get it?" The old devil is not sure. This is an experiment. If the mark does not disappear after going back, it proves that they may have really existed in this world, and Ye'er really did. A stone ax was thrown into this world.

Interfering with the years, if you think about it carefully, is too terrifying, even he can't do it now.

But these are not important. What is really important is that their master and apprentice will work together to create a miracle.