Chen Xuantong was nervous and didn't care about what Mr. Feiyu said, nor did he care about what he said about the "four seas and eight deserts" that he had long been as solid as a rock, and his heart was lingering on his grandson.

Chen Yijiang was wrapped in invisible force and could not move. He was looked at by Mr. Feiyu, and from time to time he stretched out his withered fingers to touch and poke his body. He felt annoyed, but he couldn't resist. After a while, he saw that Mr. Feiyu had no intention of stopping, so he quickly shouted: "Old man Feiyu, are you looking enough? Your face is red and white for a while, are you covered with anti-freeze wax?"

Chen Yijiang lived twenty-seven years old in his previous life. He was just an ordinary young man in a third-tier city. He went to work and got off work like most people. He played games without any trouble. The pressure of life often made him feel suffocated. Now he traveled to Lihuo Sect, one of the five major sects of the Great Wilderness human race, and his identity is the legitimate grandson of the leader of Lihuo Sect. His identity is extremely noble. It can be said that in the entire Great Wilderness, not many people dare to say that they have more status than him. This instantly changed from a lower-level person to a veritable young master of a big family, and no one can help but expand. In addition, Li Yang Zhenren is very spoiled by him, so he speaks even more without restraint.

Mr. Feiyu put down Chen Yijiang, frowned, as if he was in deep thought and did not answer. Seeing that his grandson was so rude, Chen Xuantong wanted to apologize, but just saw Mr. Feiyu hanging his eyebrows and thinking, he didn't say anything, so he turned around and glared at Chen Yijiang.

Legend has it that Jindan Zhenren was furious and frightened when he was angry. However, the famous Zhenren Li Yang was obviously touched by his grandson, and instead was stared back by Chen Yijiang. When the two looked at each other, they ended in the defeat of Chen Xuantong.

After pondering for a long time, Mr. Feiyu raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were filled with a blank look. Before Chen Xuantong could ask, he murmured to himself: "Is it God's will?"

Chen Xuantong quickly spoke, "Sir, can my grandson have a way to treat me?"

Mr. Feiyu came back to his senses, sighed slightly, shook his head and said, "This child has excellent roots and bones, and is a talent who has not been born. However, his meridians are not open to the sea of ​​ventilation, so there is no hope of practicing."

Kong Shengweng, who was bowing his head, looked up, his face full of shock. Chen Xuantong's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

Only Chen Yijiang was drinking tea beside him, praising the good tea.

Chen Yijiang knew the purpose of this trip. In his 27 years of his previous life, plus the seven years of this life, his heart was already thirty-four years old. He just had a young body, but he could not be described as a child.

When I first arrived in the Great Wilderness, I was filled with confusion and shock, but after gradually understanding it, I was filled with joy.

This is the dream that many people have always dreamed of? I have read countless cultivation novels in my previous life and countless protagonists who made a big splash after traveling through time. Now this happens to me, and I am one of the most noble people in the Great Wilderness since I was born. He can enjoy all the best resources for cultivation, but fate played a huge joke on him. He has different physiques and cannot practice.

The physical condition of a single person is not only a peerless master, but also a peerless waste. He is undoubtedly the latter.

When he accepted this fate and began to enjoy life lawlessly, the old man told him that taking him to a place would be very likely to allow him to practice. He rekindled hope, so he was extremely active these days, and even planned in his mind how to practice hard, and in the future, he would achieve golden elixir like an old man, and live a thousand years, ride the wind and fight the sword for thousands of miles in a flash, and the great wilderness pointed to by the famous sword were shocked.

Perhaps fate is such a naughty child who likes to tease people. He gives you a little light of hope in the darkness of despair. This light is precious in the infinite darkness. When a person who has been floating in the endless darkness for a long time suddenly sees it, he will use all his last strength to run away without hesitation. But they seem to have forgotten that these little bits of soft and weak light are not enough to ignite dreams.

Chen Yijiang tightly held the teacup, and the splendid aura of the five-color fairy grass was still flowing through his lips and teeth, but for some reason, his mouth was gone.

After a long time, a heavy sigh came, and Mr. Feiyu sighed: "This son's sorrow is really powerless."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kong Shengweng, who had never spoken from beginning to end, actually said hoarsely, and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty..." He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say it, and then sighed heavily.

Chen Xuantong's face was bitter and said, "It's really absent from everyone." There was a hint of heartache in his words.

Mr. Feiyu sighed and said, "I hope I will mourn the Real Estate Day."

The three old men all had bitter faces, but Chen Yijiang laughed out loud and said, "The way of heaven is vast, everything has a certain number. Those who cultivate the truth may be for fame, for immortality, for fame, for fame, for fame, for fame, for thousands of years, only a few merits and demerits in history books, and left for a few casual conversation in later generations. Even if the golden elixir is successful, they will only survive for thousands of years. Who can really escape the cycle of the great way and avoid the final wasteland? Whether it is the thousand years of the cultivation man, or the hundred-year market of ordinary people, how is it compared to the vast world of heaven and earth? The so-called life between heaven and earth is just a flash of time."

The young body stood beside the three strong old men, looking weak, but the momentum was extremely strange at this time. Instead of the innocence of a child, he had the freedom and freedom of inaction.

The three strong men all showed surprise, and Chen Yijiang then smiled and said, "What's more, the person involved, didn't feel sad. Why are you sad?"

After saying that, he turned around and left, his steps were extremely small, but he was very firm. His thin body was covered with a fiery red jacket, with a green sword pattern embroidered on it, and three seal characters were written on it: Midnight Song.

Three thousand-foot giant ships sailed from a distance, with a whimpering sound of horns, and the thunderous drum beats were like thunder. Countless demons stood on the side of the ship and responded in unison:

"The Taohuawu demons pay homage to you"

"The evil people in Forget-Can Valley pay homage to you"

"The demons of the Sky Cliff are paying homage to you"

Seven huge bodies, hundreds of feet long, stood in the sky in front of the giant ship, covering the sky and the sun.

Chen Yijiang was still walking forward, not caring about this shocking scene, and not even willing to look up at it.

Chen Xuantong was stunned for a moment, then reacted, hurriedly said goodbye to Mr. Feiyu, and chased Chen Yijiang in a few steps.

Seeing the two left, Mr. Feiyu, who was originally energetic, suddenly seemed to be a few years older. He looked up at the sky and said lightly: "Zichun, go and send you two."

A huge white shadow swept down from the sky in front of the giant ship, like a snow-white giant tiger. After landing, it changed to two feet in length. It spoke in a few words from Chen Xuantong's grandson, saying, "Please two, please carry two of you out."

Chen Xuantong bowed to the giant tiger, and without saying much, he pulled Chen Yijiang and flew up. The giant tiger carried the two of them, and the wind blew under his feet. After a few moves, he disappeared.

After Zichun carried the two of them away, Kong Shengweng finally couldn't help but ask: "What kind of disease does this son have? Even the emperor has no choice?"

Mr. Feiyu shook his head and sighed: "The original tendons and veins are not open to the sea of ​​ventilation. This is just a matter of raising hands. It's just that this boy's fate is mysterious. I can't see the slightest. It seems that there is a thick white fog that I can't see clearly."

Kong Shengweng said: "Maybe this is the strange thing that only the chosen ones in the Heavenly Book have."

Mr. Feiyu sighed: "It's a pity that he was born with incomplete tendons, veins, and his destiny was wrapped in fog. Even I could not wash his meridians and marrow for him to change his destiny."

"Your Majesty, is it that he is not the person mentioned in the Heavenly Book?" Kong Shengweng asked

Mr. Feiyu shook his head and said, "It's him."

"But if it were him, why can't he practice?" Kong Shengweng asked again

"Hey, the number of Dayan is fifty, and with the forty-nine, there is still a number as a variable." Mr. Feiyu sighed, "The number of forty-nine can deduce the longitude and latitude of heaven and earth, but that number cannot deduce and is regarded as a variable. And the person who chose heaven has a variable."

Kong Shengweng frowned and remained silent. Mr. Feiyu immediately laughed and said, "Hahaha, God's will, God's will, what can I do if I want to destroy my world and desolate?" However, although he was laughing, there was a lot of desolation in his voice.

Mr. Feiyu slowly stood up, and his originally thin and hunched body suddenly exuded a terrifying momentum, as if the surrounding space was twisted. His turbid eyes were swept away, revealing a sharp sharpness like a falcon. He opened his mouth and roared into a blue light like the sky in the distance.

Then thunder rose everywhere in the distance, and the sound of tsunami and huge waves came faintly, and a huge figure suddenly appeared.

This thing is a fierce and domineering golden-winged giant bird. Its body is thousands of miles wide, and its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky.

On this day, the North Curse of the Sun was passing through the bottom of the river. Li Kun's flying fish showed the true body of a monster that had not been revealed for a long time. When it met the water, it turned into Kun, hitting the water for three thousand miles. When it entered the sky, it turned into a peng bird, and it rose to 90,000 miles.

Countless monsters kowtowed, but what they said at this moment was not the Lord.

"Curse the demons in the river, see the Holy Emperor Kunpeng."

"From now on, the gates of Zhushichuan and Eight Desolates will be blocked. No demon clan is allowed to enter or exit. If any person violates the order, he will be killed without mercy. All the demons of Zhushichuan guard the Two Realms Mountains and set off immediately."

On this day, countless monks of the demon clan rushed to the two realms on the Curse River, killing and desolate.

Zichun carried Chen Xuantong and his grandson to the edge of the connection between Zhushichuan and the Great Wilderness. The scene where thousands of demons gathered just now shocked Chen Xuantong. As the strongest man in the Great Wilderness, he felt powerless under the situation just now, as if he was like a lonely boat in the vast ocean, any storm could make him beat him to pieces.

What is that Thousand Mile Giant Ship? What are those big monsters with a height of hundreds of feet? How powerful is the white-haired tiger demon carrying him at this time?

He had thought that these were all golden elixir cultivation. The Feiyu Mr. Feiyu was probably the old monster of Nascent Soul, but he was confused at the moment and felt that the strength of this curse Shichuan was far from that. As he thought, he thought, if the demon power of this curse Shichuan united the demon clan from the four continents of the north, could the human race resist when it went south to invade the human race?

When Chen Xuantong thought of this, he couldn't help but ask: "I don't know what kind of cultivation level you have?"

Zichun spoke and said, "Sir, don't need to know some things. The more you know, the worse it is." Zichun's voice was extremely small, like a gossip, but it could make people hear it clearly.

Chen Xuantong still didn't plan to give up and asked: "Can you have broken the elixir and transformed into a baby and achieved the supreme Yuanying?"

Zichun was silent for a while and said slowly: "That's right."

Chen Xuantong took a deep breath and was shocked. In the wilderness, he only heard that there was a Nascent Soul on the Xuanji List. But who had seen the Nascent Soul in person? Now that Chen Xuantong saw it, although he was not sure whether the giant tiger was lying, he felt that this giant tiger was a demon cultivator above the golden elixir.

After a while, the giant tiger carried the two of them to a platform, put them down and turned into a handsome young man, bowed and said, "From here, it is the Great Wilderness Beiming. I cannot go in and out of the Curse River, so I won't send more two people."

Chen Xuantong said goodbye to Zichun, and took out the flying sword and turned into a fire and broke through the air. As soon as he flew out of the curse, a sound suddenly sounded in his heart.

"Don't mention the matter of the Curse of the Death River to outsiders. This place has been blocked, so don't come again in the future. Remember, remember."
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