Looking at the world, in the past and future, the only woman who can always wear a red wedding dress is the Ghost Bride of the Anti-Immortal Alliance. I don’t know what earth-shattering tragedy she has experienced, leaving such a big legacy.
Obsession, otherwise how could it be like this?
This should be some kind of mental illness!
However, knowing that the ghost bride was still alive, Chen Yan was slightly relieved.
There is no doubt about the strength of the Ghost Bride, she is absolutely powerful.
Moreover, from Lu Yiming's mouth, Chen Yan also knew that the ghost bride was not the only indigenous pseudo-immortal. She was leading a group of pseudo-immortals across the small world of Tianshan. The hunters from the fairy world came a few days later, but when they encountered that
A wave of ruthless people has no choice but to retreat.
Not a few hunters died in their hands.
"If the Ghost Bride happens to encounter Hong Luan and Yu Chen, she will probably come to their rescue, right?!"
Chen Yan was thinking in his heart at this moment.
Suddenly, a peerless monument millions of feet high appeared out of thin air in the sky.
Accompanied by an explosive roar.
Attracted everyone's attention.
"What is that? It scares Master Bird to death!" The fat bird Tianque hid its head behind Chen Yan and screamed strangely.
"Why did such a huge stone monument suddenly appear? There seems to be writing on it!"
Just when everyone was extremely surprised, an old voice came out from nowhere: "Congratulations to Zhu Feiran for defeating the Heavenly Vault Divine Beast, breaking the million-year record, and being rewarded with a fragment of the Heavenly Vault."
The words written on the stone tablet shine with golden light.
Although the writing and calligraphy are extremely extraordinary, with flying dragons and phoenixes, it seems that these are the only words written.
About a minute passed.
The stone monument hundreds of thousands of feet high disappeared silently.
But it made the entire Tianshan small world moved.
"Someone actually broke the million-year record here?"
"What is the beast in the sky? Is it very powerful? If I meet it, I don't know if I can do it."
"Zhu Fei Ran? The name sounds like a woman. Have you ever heard of this name?"
"The surname Zhu is very rare. Only the royal family of the Dragon Kingdom used this caste. Could it be that they are the bloodline survivors of the Dragon Kingdom?"
Chen Yan had never heard of the name Zhu Feiran, but when he heard someone mention the word "Longguo", he vaguely guessed who it was.
The ghost bride seems to be the princess of the Dragon Kingdom.
He also never knew her real name.
It’s probably her!
The most important thing is, how can this small world still have such a mechanism, break the million-year record, and tell the world.
"This is a fragment of the remains of the ancient sacred mountain. Could it be that there is still the will of the gods here? Otherwise, how could such a sacred monument appear in the world? And the old voice just now, I seem to have seen a living god." The little fat man.
Chen Jin said with wide eyes.
"What? A living god?"
"Is it true?"
Everyone was in high spirits and in high spirits, as if they had drank a ton of Red Bull.
My eyes were bloodshot unconsciously.
God!
An epic existence.
Only exists in the legendary supreme.
A legend that far surpasses anything in the immortal world, and even the immortal emperors look up to it.
However, since ancient times, no matter whether it is the fairy world or the mortal world, there have been no traces of gods.
Legend has it that in the ancient times, a war between gods and demons broke out. The entire land of gods was torn to pieces, and the nests of gods were destroyed, causing a catastrophic disaster. All the gods were not spared, leading to the twilight of the gods, the divinity of the gods, and eventually disappeared from the public.
There is no longer a god to be seen, and what was once a land of gods and a prosperous Shinto has become a fairy tale passed down by word of mouth.
As time goes by and the world changes, even the ancient books that once recorded the deeds of the gods slowly disappear.