Faint!! Kaiming (1) I posted it three times!! Students, come here~~

Sorry, because I was in a state of excitement at some point in the afternoon, my Kaiming (1) chapter was spread four times.

Then I wanted to lift the ban in the background, but told me that the monthly novel cannot be lifted ~~~

I'm going to faint, it's just the weekend, and the editor can't solve this problem~~

Let me do this. I will modify the three additional chapters into new chapters in the next three days, which will cause trouble for you. I am so sorry!!!

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The Chishui River is the only river leading to the Kaiming Gate of Kunlun Mountain. Legend has it that Kunlun Mountain is eight thousand feet high, with the mansion of the Emperor of Heaven in the lower realm above. The gods guard this sacred palace for him. The palace has nine doors, and the one facing the Chaoyang in the east is Kaiming Gate. There are nine open-minded beasts guarding in front of the door, and there are steep cliffs that ordinary people cannot climb up.

At this moment, everyone was standing on a big bamboo raft, flowing down the Chishui River. Xuan Ji looked into the distance, and it was completely the same color as the water and the sky. I don’t know how long this Chishui River was. They had been drifting along the river for a whole day. Before they could finish, they didn’t even see the shadow of Kunlun Mountain. The scenery on both sides gradually became deserted, and large areas of forests and mountains were passing by. People stood on the water, but for a moment they didn’t know whether the scenery was like a picture or whether they were in the painting.

Of course, Liu Yihuan thought of the idea of ​​rafting along the water on the bamboo raft. Originally, they did not need to be so troublesome and time-consuming. However, mortals had to go to the holy land and could not fly until they were old. They had to walk down to the ground step by step. This was probably the boundary set by the gods for mortals. There was always an insurmountable gap between gods and people.

Zihu was bored and pestered Wuzhiqi and insisted on telling him a story. He was the oldest person here. He must know what strange things were in ancient times.

Wuzhiqi smiled and said, "Well, let's talk about an ancient legend, I don't remember it true. Legend has it that the heavenly realm and the Shura realm are constantly quarrels, and the Asuras are brave and warlike demons. How could those cowardly gods in the heavenly realm beat them! So they retreated step by step, and finally the heavenly realm used a strategy to capture a very powerful demon god."

He suddenly stopped and said nothing, just asked with a smile: "Guess what happened later?"

Everyone shook their heads blankly. Zihu asked tentatively: "Kill him?"

Wuzhiqi shook his head with a smile.

Yu Sifeng pondered for a moment before saying, "If it were me, we did not have a brave and good warlike god, we would convince him to serve us. The heavenly realm did not punish the demon god, but instead took it for himself?"

Wuzhiqi showed a rare expression of admiration and gave him a thumbs up: "You good boy! I am convinced of you! Is your heart made of Linglong Crystal? Why do you get everything right after guessing it?"

"The heavenly realm did conquer that demon god, but unfortunately he refused to conflict with his former companions. The Heavenly Emperor cherished his force and was reluctant to blame him, so he raised him well in the heavenly realm, serving him with good wine and meat. Later..."

"What happened?" everyone asked in a hurry.

Wuzhiqi shrugged and said, "Nothing later, the demon god suddenly disappeared, and no one mentioned him again. Some people guessed that he still missed the Shura Realm, so he went back secretly. No one knows what the truth is."

"Tsk!" Everyone booed, no one could tell the story like this! It was just as exciting as he was gone.

The bamboo raft gradually slid downstream, the river surface suddenly widened, the water flowed rapidly, and the bamboo raft seemed to be about to fly, rubbing forward. The green forests on both sides seemed to have come to an end. There was a steep river turning point in front of me. After turning over, I suddenly realized that there were steep rocky mountains on both sides, towering into the clouds. I really couldn't believe that these huge rocky mountains were formed naturally, they were like great guards guarding both sides, arranged in extremely regular order. If it were not formed naturally, who could have such a magical craftsmanship to create this spectacular scenery?

The most strange thing is not these giant stone mountains with regular arrangements, but the color of the mountain, which is slightly red, as if it is dyed with a thin layer of rays of glow. The redder becomes darker and darker, and gradually turns into a bloody color.

"What's wrong here." Yu Sifeng suddenly spoke, "After turning the corner, I didn't hear any birds singing anymore, and there were no fish in the river. Listen... there was nothing except the sound of water."

Wuzhiqi chuckled and said, "I am really convinced of you. No abnormal situation can escape your eyes. That's right, because I'm about to enter the realm of God, and the Feng Shui climate is naturally different from that just now. Birds and fish, all creatures in the mortal world, how dare you get close to here?"

Xuan Ji heard that she was about to reach Kunlun Mountain, so she couldn't help but get up and stand in front of the bamboo raft, looking into the distance. The stone mountains on both sides were like blood, flowing by. There was no sound in the world except the turbulent sound of water. This silence is solemn and solemn, eternal silence. The gods secretly peeked down from the upper realm, either merciful, admiring, or ruthless.

The world is here, and it is instinctively scary. Xuan Ji pursed her lips, and everyone was like her. In this place, at this moment, she didn't want to speak or dared to speak.

The river water also changed from the clear blue before to the dark red color. The winding and twisting river channels were filled with blood, like a huge blood vessel.

Wuzhiqi suddenly jumped up in a dead silence, put his hands on his lips, and shouted several times in a childish way. Everyone was startled by him and stared at him with wide eyes. He smiled and touched his head, a little ashamed: "I can't stand such a deadly place. I scream a few times and feel more comfortable."

After saying that, he let go of his throat and started roaring. At first, he just roared simply, but later the voice gradually rose, like a dragon roaring phoenix. The clear roar echoed among the bloody stone mountains, as if singing, and as if he was letting go of his heart. Xuan Ji couldn't help but open his mouth and scream, followed by Zihu and Liu Yihuan. In the end, even the most steady Yu Sifeng started to make a fuss. Five people stood on the bamboo raft like fools, shouting, dancing, and looking like crazy.

Wuzhiqi shouted for a while and then shouted loudly: "Old Emperor of Heaven! You are waiting! I'm here to find you for tea!"

The voice wandered back and forth between the two sides of the straits, drinking tea. It turned out that he had always regarded coming to Kunlun Mountain as drinking tea. The echo still had power, but he heard an old and cold voice on the strait saying: "Where is the monster that dares to be arrogant under Kunlun Mountain!"

Everyone came over, but no one saw it. At this moment, they suddenly heard someone talking and hurriedly turned around. But they saw a man in blue standing on the distant shore. It was too far away. His figure was as small as a sesame seed. However, his voice could actually be so far away, and it was really amazing.

Seeing that the bamboo raft was floating very quickly, Wuzhiqi was sure that he could not catch up, so he laughed and said, "Are you arrogant? Then tell me, is the tea from the Emperor of Heaven good to drink?"

The man didn't speak, snorted coldly, and walked towards the Chishui River. When everyone saw his staggering gait and showing his old state, they couldn't help but worry. Zihu hurriedly shouted: "Old man! He's just kidding, don't take it seriously! The river is very urgent, don't come down! Something will happen!"

The man seemed to have no sound, and his feet were on the river, and he was not heavy at all, and he walked steadily towards the bamboo raft. Everyone was surprised to see him walking on such a turbulent river, as if he was walking on a flat ground. He was actually not fast at all, his gait was staggering, and he looked a little unstable, but somehow, he was getting closer and closer, and the figure of a sesame size had just turned into the size of a plum.

Wuzhiqi's face changed slightly and he said lightly: "No! It's a magic witch! Damn, aren't they hiding in the mountains? Why did he come here today!"

As he spoke, the man approached a lot, and his figure was clearly visible. But he saw his blue shirt floating like an ecstasy, his chin was more than a foot long, his white hair was neatly tied behind his head, and he was holding a black iron crutch in his hand. The most peculiar thing was that the crutch was supported on the water and he didn't even fall into it.

Wuzhiqi and Liu Yihuan picked up the oars and rowed forward hard. They were originally going downstream, and the row was faster. After a few strokes, they left the man behind. The man chased after him for a few steps, stopped there and said coldly: "I remember who you are! Wuzhiqi, you are really bold and reckless! He actually escaped from the underworld privately!"

Wuzhiqi grinned and said, "I'm so sorry, old man, I can't remember who you are at all! It's hard for you to remember me at a very old age."

The man didn't speak, but raised his hand and threw the black iron crutch into the water, and said with a "thump". Liu Yihuan Qi said, "It's bad, the old man got angry and threw all the crutches! Wuzhiqi, you don't know whether you respect the elderly and love the young?"

Wuzhiqi didn't say anything, but just rowed the oars hard, and the bamboo raft was moving forward quickly as if it was flying. In front of him was another dangerous river turn. What was strange was that the stone mountains on both sides were actually united on the top, looking like a huge arch. The color of the rock was no longer blood-red, but shining with golden light, with gold in the white.

Wuzhiqi turned around and saw that the old man's figure turned into sesame again. He stood there with one foot. Wuzhiqi shouted: "I remember it! He is Wulu! One of the ten divine witches! Hurry up! After passing the Longmen, he will have no choice but to deal with us!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Mr. Wu Lu's other raised foot stomping down hard. The Chishui River suddenly shook violently like rolling water. The surging red waves rose high from behind and whistled up. With a thunderous raft, the bamboo raft turned into a useless small leaf in the huge waves, and was pushed to the top in an instant.

The five people quickly grabbed the bamboo raft and tried to stabilize it in the huge waves. Unexpectedly, the huge waves were separated from the middle with a "slam"! The bamboo raft fell violently from the gap in the water. Even though Xuan Ji and Wuzhiqi had thousands of skills, they could not do anything and fell into the Chishui River obediently. The separated huge waves suddenly merged together and slapped them into the deep bottom of the water.

Xuan Ji was slashing in a hurry at the bottom of the water, but the force of the water flow was too strong, and countless large and small vortexes were raging around. She restrained the force of the vortex, and she couldn't float to the water for a moment. The color of the river was extremely dark and turbid. A black shadow came over beside her, pulled her hard on her arm, pulling her out the largest vortex. Xuan Ji used both hands and feet, and finally floated up.

The river water was still rolling and uneasy, as if it was boiling. Xuan Ji looked around and saw that Yu Sifeng was not far from him and waved to him. He was indeed the one who saved her. Xuan Ji quickly swam towards him. At this time, Wuzhiqi grabbed Liu Yihuan and Zihu and floated to the water. The five of them were wet and in a mess.

Looking for the bamboo raft again, it was already slapped into pieces by the huge waves, scattered on the river surface, and was soon swept to the bottom of the river by the whirlpool. The five people grabbed the stones on the shore tightly to prevent them from being pulled down by the undercurrent. Wuzhiqi wiped the water on his face and smiled bitterly: "This old man is such a big meeting gift!"

Liu Yihuan said weakly: "Can you flood the heavenly court? Isn't Xuan Ji a god of war? You can't deal with an old man."

Wuzhiqi said angrily: "Didn't you say you should respect the elderly and love the young? He is an old man, why do I have the nerve to grab and beat him!"
Chapter completed!