In the age of mythology, I suffered a terrible trauma!

The flying boat was silent and moved along the ancient road.

This ancient road has deviated infinitely from its past trajectory.

Since the inception, changes have occurred.

Keep moving forward, walking in the unknown every step of the way.

"Almost, I've been gone for almost ten days!"

Luo Yu became bored.

He is a sixth-grade saint, and he has been cultivating these days to the point where he no longer wants to move.

Complaining in a low voice.

"Almost." Chu Feng raised his eyes, he was consolidating his realm.

The eighth level of saint includes thunder-suppressing stone and rain-dew stone.

At least seven more powers are needed to reach the twelfth level of a saint.

"If there is no corresponding heaven and earth to nurture the treasure, you can only rely on yourself to understand it."

"The eighth-grade saint contains the thunder-suppressing stone and the rain-dew stone. The original power in the world, in addition to the most basic wind, fire, water and earth, there is also the power of light, darkness, and chaos!"

"Disaster!"

Chu Feng sighed.

He let out a breath, and the more he looked towards the end of the road, the more tragic the scene he saw became.

There are broken divine swords, crumbled ancient cities, scattered star fragments, and even a large number of remains of the Lost Land.

"It should be the lost territory in the past. The sect and orthodoxy that was in charge could no longer support it, so it collapsed prematurely."

"It's miserable!"

Luo Yu sighed, and their flying boat moved along the ancient road.

I saw a piece of wreckage, filled with blood and flesh, and I could even vaguely see the energetic young genius, sealed in pieces of crystal stone.

But it's a pity.
Chapter completed!