Fairy Sky! The broken and corrupted earth tells the tragic story of the First World War all the time.
As Su Xuan walked by, he thought for a moment that he was walking in the ancient wilderness and saw the figures fighting for freedom and their homeland.
Not long after.
Su Xuan stopped.
"boom!"
Amidst the shocking roar, the immortal spear penetrated the earth, and the cursed dragon entangled it tightly, devouring the immortal spear while trembling! And Su Xuan also nailed Feng Qi to the mottled earth.
In silence.
Su Xuan sat down cross-legged and began to take over this small fairyland.
"Although it is different from the power of the Eastern Wilderness, I have cultivated the will of the Holy King and can completely suppress this fairy sky and then refine it into my land."
Over the years, Feng Qi refined this fairy sky into a treasure, which became his refuge in the void.
Although there is an essential difference between the immortals and their powers, the Pure Land immortals have stayed in this space and earth for so long, so their powers are naturally somewhat assimilated.
This was a change that had to be made in order to adapt! This gave Su Xuan the possibility to control this place.
When Feng Qi saw it, his eyes turned black! It was over! The last hope was gone! Feng Qi was heartbroken! Originally, Feng Qi had thought that he could suppress Su Xuan by returning to Xiankong.
No matter what happens, he can also use the fairy sky to ask for help from other fairy skies.
Although the fairy skies here drift alone and cannot gather together, they are still connected to each other! However.
Su Xuan, however, immediately gave up on his idea.
Three days later.
Su Xuan stood up.
Some walked silently to a piece of wasteland, where the white bones turned to ashes, like wind and sand.
Su Xuan gently waved his hand, gathered it together, and put it in his arms.
These are the bones of the Yinhuang ancestors who died in battle in the Immortal Sky and have been left here without returning to their hometown for too long.
Then.
Su Xuan walked to Feng Qi and drew out the Heavenly Sword.
Feng Qi was startled.
Could it be that this devil's conscience has discovered it?
But the next moment.
Su Xuan fucked him more than ten times in succession.
Feng Qi's face was distorted: "Why?"
In the past few days, he didn't even fart.
"Not happy."
Su Xuan spat out these three words.
Feng Qi: "..." A moody lunatic! Feng Qi was really afraid of Su Xuan! And the next moment...
Su Xuan inserted the Heavenly Sword into his body again, just like inserting a wooden stake into the ground at will.
But I didn't pull it out this time.
"Then, let's continue the unfinished chat."
Su Xuandao.
Feng Qi: "..." Please finish asking quickly and give me a happy life! Feng Qi is actually thinking of dying early and being reborn at this moment.
"By the way, don't lie.
I won’t tell you the consequences, so as not to spoil the surprise.”
Su Xuandao.
Please be a human being... Feng Qi's face was twisted, but he did not dare to say another word.
If you don't speak, you'll interrupt him, but if you speak, what's the point?
Are all the creatures in the Eastern Wasteland so perverted and twisted now?
Feng Qi was a little pessimistic, thinking whether they could capture Donghuang... and then.
Su Xuan asked: "How many Pure Land immortals are there here?"
"Quite a few..." Feng Qi replied, but he seemed to think it was too perfunctory, and hurriedly explained: "In the final battle of Yinhuang, many Pure Land Immortals died, but there were also many left behind.
The Yinhuang can no longer kill us, so it exiled us here, hoping to destroy us with time..." "This place... is only connected to the Eastern Wasteland?"
Su Xuan asked.
"I guess so, otherwise we can go to Nanling, the northern border..." "Then the question is, you said a lot, how many are there?"
Su Xuan asked again.
Feng Qi broke into a cold sweat and tried to remember: "It must be over a hundred, maybe a thousand..." "How many exactly?"
Su Xuan asked again, holding the Heavenly Sword in his hand.
"I...I really don't know..." Feng Qi's face turned pale.
The Heavenly Sword...but the Immortal-killing Sword, when inserted like this, can still make an immortal suffer from pain.
"I don't know how to say so much?
I'll give you ten thrusts first to teach you a lesson."
Su Xuandao.
Feng Qi: "..." Yes, the pain of penetration is still unavoidable... Then.
Su Xuan asked again: "How is your strength?"
"I'm just the most ordinary immortal in white clothes. There are venerables and great kings above me..." "The realm of immortals?"
"I don't know, when we fall into Yinhuang, part of our memories will be sealed to prevent some things in the Endless Immortal Realm from being known by Yinhuang."
"puff!"
Su Xuan couldn't help but insert his sword a few times.
"Why?"
Feng Qi was about to cry.
"Not happy."
Feng Qi: "..." These words sounded childish, but he acted like a devil... a lunatic, a pervert, a devil! Feng Qi cursed crazily in his heart.
"Last question, are you coming to the Eastern Wasteland?
How to enter and how to act?”
Su Xuan asked.
"This is something that only the Great Lord knows. I heard that the ban on us in the East Wasteland has become weaker, and the Lord and the others have been working hard for this for many years! They... hope that the sky of the East Wasteland will return to the fairyland!"
Feng Qi replied.
"Reappearing in the fairyland?"
Su Xuan raised his eyebrows, thinking that there might be some Pure Land Immortals and...traitors in Donghuang who are cooperating inside and outside! "By the way, let me ask you a casual question, do you think you are still useful?"
Su Xuan asked.
"No...no more. Can I...die?"
Feng Qi said humbly, he just... simply didn't want to live anymore.
"If you wait for a while, I may have something I haven't thought of, and I'll have to ask about it then."
Su Xuandao.
"Then...can you please don't do anything? I will definitely follow the arrangement."
"Can."
Su Xuan nodded.
Feng Qi was overjoyed.
"I originally wanted to fuck you a thousand times a day, but seeing how obedient you are, I decided to cut it down to a hundred times.
Nine hundred, do you have any objection?"
Su Xuandao.
Feng Qi's face froze and he couldn't help shouting: "You devil!"
"Fifteen hundred times."
Su Xuan grimaced, and the Heavenly Sword began to penetrate on its own.
Feng Qi: "Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Ignore Feng Qi.
Su Xuan sat down cross-legged beside him.
"The feeling of this place is very strange to me, but I need to know the direction of Donghuang and go back as soon as possible. I can't waste time here..." Su Xuan thought to himself.
If it weren't for the strange situation in the Eastern Wasteland, Su Xuan would indeed have the idea of exploring this place.
After all, if you know yourself and your enemy, you will be victorious in any battle! Since the Immortal of the Pure Land here is destined to come to the Eastern Wasteland, it is always right to understand and prepare in advance.
But Su Xuan knew too little about the Pure Land and this place, and acting everywhere would only put himself in danger.
After much thought, Su Xuan decided to stand still.
Time passes slowly.
Su Xuan kept sensing Donghuang, but his consciousness was quietly immersed in it.
Five days later.
Su Xuan's expression trembled, and all four wills were sinking to varying degrees.
What shocked Su Xuan even more was that the Origin Body and the Star Reincarnation Tower, which were usually silent at all, started to tremble.
The body of origin needs to be supported by the power of origin. Without the supplement of the power of origin, it will remain silent.
The same goes for the Star Reincarnation Tower, which needs the power of reincarnation to support it! This is the most useless way of cultivation for Su Xuan now.
But I never thought that I would take initiative here.
"I seem to feel guidance somewhere..." Su Xuan was stunned. Luck, heaven and earth, cause and effect... all the forces seemed to be intertwined into a big hand, slowly pushing him forward.
"Did I trigger some kind of spiritual practice here?"
Su Xuan was thoughtful.
At this moment, his entire body began to tremble, which was unique.
In particular, the stone statue of the Sword Master emerged on its own, sitting cross-legged like Su Xuan.
"The avenue is in front, the origin is behind..." "Should I go back in a hurry?"
"Perhaps here I can unify my righteous path and reach the point where I can transform into a saint..." Su Xuan murmured, with strong desire.
However, his reason told him that he should suppress it and return to Donghuang first.
but.
He was a great man, but it kept pushing him and made him sink into it involuntarily.
The will of the Holy King... is also unable to extricate itself.
The road is like a wheel, reversing the years.
Reincarnation continues, reflecting the past.
This day.
Su Xuanmeng returned to the wilderness, that ancient time of songs and tears, destruction and hope intertwined...