In a sea of ​​blood.

Feng Qingyan flew away.

But within a moment, a majestic mountain surrounded by fairy spirit appeared in front of me.

The mountains are majestic and majestic, reaching into the sky, exuding the atmosphere of ancient times. At this moment, a faint fairy spirit like silk threads is slowly flowing in the mountains...

"Dapeng Mountain."

In front of the majestic mountain, there is a 100-foot stone tablet.

The stone stele has existed for who knows how many thousands of years. It looks extremely ancient. It has been corroded by the years and is about to decay. However, there is an unyielding fairy spirit that supports the stone stele standing...

"Dapeng Fairy Mountain?"

Feng Qingyan stared at the stone tablet and landed on the stone platform under the stone tablet step by step. He saw many serious sword marks on the stone tablet.

It seems that there was a fierce battle.

He frowned slightly and stared at the sword marks on the stone tablet, but he felt an unparalleled murderous aura.

In his eyes at this moment.

There seemed to be countless swords that traveled through time and space and struck at him.

Every sword, every sword, was extremely terrifying, tearing apart the space, changing the color of heaven and earth, and destroying everything in the world. However, he saw the Dapeng Mountain behind the stone monument, but it still stood still, unaffected by the sword.

hurt……

"A gentleman is as immovable as a mountain."

Feng Qingyan Qingdao.

boom!

It was like he turned into a huge mountain, causing the heaven and earth to sink slightly.

Although the murderous sword was still coming, it was blocked by the gentleman's immovable force, unable to move Feng Qingyan at all...

Although the sword marks on the stone tablet are very terrifying, countless years have passed.

There is not much murderous intent left in the sword marks.

but.

You can still kill the great sage.

Feng Qingyan stood still, still looking at the stone tablet, and the ancient scene seemed to be reflected in his eyes. It seemed as if there were dozens of beings in the holy realm, holding weapons to kill him...

"Fairy?"

Feng Qingyan frowned.

Judging from the smell of the sword marks on the stone tablet, it seems to have been left by an immortal, but how could it be an immortal?

Aren’t the people on Dapeng Mountain just immortals?

Then why would there be immortals to kill Dapeng Mountain?

Could it be that the immortal lineages are fighting against each other and killing each other?

Feng Qingyan was very surprised, and his eyes fell on the majestic mountains behind the stone monument.

Although Dapeng Mountain is still full of immortal energy, traces of the war remain everywhere and it has become extremely desolate.

"Ha ha--"

A sad and ferocious laughter suddenly sounded.

But it quickly disappeared.

Feng Qingyan was suddenly startled, and soon understood that this was the sound left over from heaven and earth.

It does not belong to the present, but to the past.

Time is indelible.

This sad and ferocious laughter is most likely the laughter of the Dapeng Mountain Immortal.

Feng Qingyan looked around and saw that the mountain gate was broken. How could he not be sad? After a moment, he turned around and looked at the sea of ​​blood. He saw the monk in white standing with a wooden fish, chanting scriptures softly, still with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered.

.

It seemed that Feng Qingyan was trying to stop him from going up the mountain, but Feng Qingyan had already gone up the mountain.

"No!"

A struggling voice seemed to say.

"I am the greatest ominous person, why should I be afraid of the ominous situation on the mountain?" Feng Qingyan seemed to have heard it, and smiled at the little monk in white.

"No..."

"No..."

A struggling voice seemed to keep sounding, as if it were a little monk in white persuading.

"I know there is something ominous on the mountain, but I have a reason to go up the mountain." Feng Qingyan was silent for a moment, then smiled and waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I will come back safely. In this world, no one can kill me..."

After saying that, he walked up the moss-covered steps next to the stone monument.

The moss on the steps withered and grew again, and grew and withered again.

I don’t know how many generations have been zeroed.

When he walked up, the little monk in white who was guarding the sea of ​​blood at the foot of the mountain knocked on the wooden fish with lowered eyebrows and left.

After a while.

He walked to the end of the steps.

It's not that the steps are that long, but that the steps leading up the mountain were cut off by a sword.

The broken sword was stained with rust and was inserted at the end of the steps, shooting out murderous intent. Countless years have passed, and the murderous intent emitted by the broken sword still tore the surrounding space, filling the space at the end of the steps with

black cracks.

"This cutting sword..."

Feng Qingyan was a little frightened.

Is this because of the dream of reincarnation, or is the Broken Sword itself so powerful? Even though countless years have passed, it still bursts out with the power of the Holy Realm...

He did not move the broken sword, but the figure suddenly stepped over the broken sword and crossed countless space cracks.

Behind the broken sword was a pavilion, but half of it was chopped off.

Although only half of it remains, it still stands. According to the broken plaque, it can be seen that the pavilion is a welcoming pavilion.

But the word "ying" has already fallen to the ground.

Although half of the pavilion is covered with moss and weeds, it still has a fairy spirit and remains standing...

In a trance.

Feng Qingyan seemed to see immortals climbing up the steps and arriving at the guest pavilion, just like a pilgrim.

It's a pity that it's just an afterimage, and it will disappear as soon as the wind blows.

He continued up the mountain.

But there are ruins and ruins everywhere on the mountain, and everything you look at is desolate.

He saw a scorched pine tree with a huge sword stuck in it, and sad blood flowing from the trunk...

He saw the immortal soul of a crane, hovering in the broken sky, screaming...

He saw the immortal demon being split into two...

Feng Qingyan walked silently.

Watching silently.

This is the breath of immortality.

Whether it is Dapeng Mountain or Dapeng Mountain's enemies, they are all immortals.

It's the immortals fighting against each other.

Kill each other.

But why?

He thought about the various sects of the holy way, the holy way and the immortal way, the martial way, the divine way, the evil way, the witch way, the ghost way, etc.

They also seem to be at odds with each other.

Kill each other.

well--

Feng Qingyan sighed.

He continued to go up the mountain, and from time to time he saw the remnants of ancient times, and could vaguely glimpse some pictures of ancient Dapeng Mountain...
To be continued...