The entire Yinghuang Mountain is a huge, endless dense forest with lush trees, as if countless trees were rooted here.

The sea of ​​trees is endless and full of vitality.

This place is almost a world of its own.

"What a big deal..."

Wuyazi put his hand away, then a whisk appeared in his arms, and said, "It actually covered the entire Yinghuang Mountain and trapped us all. Could it be that the celestial immortals were not in the world?"

Qi Mingsheng tilted his head slightly and his brows frowned slightly.

He has been practicing for more than a thousand years and has not suffered any setbacks. Today he feels extremely difficult.

"Which immortal saint's work?"

No response from all sides.

A silence.

"This place forms a world of its own. If you can control the power of one world, you can be invincible in the world."

The Holy Buddha sat cross-legged and said, "However... this is a small world. Although it is mysterious, it cannot be broken. The power of sentient beings is the way of heaven, and the power of all saints is especially true."

The Immortal Saint of the East China Sea pondered and said, "As long as you work together, you will be able to break through the boundary."

Wuyazi held the whisk in his hand and swept it slightly, but he failed to turmoil everywhere. His long white eyebrows shook slightly and said, "Since you have such skills, why should you understand them together? Don't take it alone and become the target of public criticism."
Chapter completed!