The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Song Xing felt his body moving through the magnetic storm. His eyes were pitch black, and he felt his consciousness traveling through an extremely dark passage.

Not knowing how long it took, Song Xing felt a ray of light coming over him, and then his entire vision returned to clarity, appearing in another brand new space.

"It's so dangerous..." President Song breathed a sigh of relief. It was too dangerous just now. If he hesitated for a moment, he might be involved in the turbulent flow of space and be wiped out!

However, he soon discovered that the armor covering his body was completely damaged, his body was covered with scars, and he was in a miserable state.

Song Xing quickly took out the pill and swallowed it, and took out the spirit stone to restore his mana.

"Huh? Why has my magic power become so much weaker? What the hell is this place?" Suddenly, he frowned and found that the magic power he had gained from cultivation was exhausted and could not be used at all.

"Damn it! Where did all this mana go? Did I come to the Dharma-ending world? How is that possible?" Song Xing was a little surprised.

Then he discovered that this world was not an age of end of magic, but that the movement of magic power was somewhat stagnant and required a process of adaptation.

Song Xing shook his head, temporarily putting the matter behind him, and looked at the surrounding environment.

This should be the top of a certain mountain. In the distance are majestic peaks and green jungles. The scenery is very charming.

At this moment, a blood moon hung in the sky, emitting a strange scarlet light, illuminating everything around it. And the bloody radiance fell on the top of the mountain, making the place seem to be covered with a layer of blood gauze.

What's even more peculiar is that the blood-colored light seems to be magical, attracting the surrounding flowers, plants and trees to grow. In fact, the valley is rich in various rare plants.

Song Xing sighed secretly, and then turned his attention to other aspects: "Hey, why are there no stars twinkling in the sky? It stands to reason that in the past, there would be many stars in the sky..."

He pondered for a moment and then felt relieved. Perhaps this was a small independent world, isolated from the outside world, so he couldn't see the twinkling stars.

Song Xing stood up and carefully observed the surrounding environment.

He found that this was a huge canyon, surrounded by steep cliffs and criss-crossing cliff crevices, like a spider web, so dense that it was shocking.

Song Xing raised his head and looked up. The cliffs reached straight into the sky, with almost no end in sight.

There are many strange vines growing on the cliff, with lush branches and leaves, like coiled dragons, extremely strong, stretching thousands of feet high, and they don't look like ordinary plants at all. Moreover, the color of these vines is very strange, with a bright reddish-brown color, giving people a rough feeling.

There are hundreds of vines growing on a huge and boundless rock. Each vine is dozens of feet long, winding and rolling, like ferocious pythons entangled, full of evil aura.

What makes Song Xing even more strange is that the cliffs on both sides of the cliff are covered with various poisonous insects. These poisonous insects look very weird, like centipedes and toads, but their abdomens are bulging like balls.

Suddenly, a piercing scream came from the other side of the cliff, and a thing with golden hair all over its body that looked like a rat and a horse rushed over.

The thing was extremely fast and arrived at the soles of Song Xing's feet in the blink of an eye. Its eyes as big as soybeans flashed with cold light, and its mouth opened violently, revealing its sharp fangs, and it bit Song Xing.

"Hmph!" Song Xing shouted softly and punched the guy in the forehead.

Boom!

A strong wind erupted from Song Xing's palm, and the thing's brains exploded. It died instantly and fell to the cliff, leaving no bones.

Although he can't mobilize his magic power now, his physical strength is still amazing, which is not comparable to this strange beast.

The top priority is to figure out what kind of world this is. The world that was originally discussed with Nezha has been blocked by the magnetic storm and cannot be reached.

With a thought in his mind, Song Xing flew off the ground, wanting to leave this strange place. "Wha--" A ray of green light flew past him at an extremely fast speed, flying over a distance of 10,000 meters in an instant.

"This is..." Song Xing's pupils shrank, and he realized that the cyan light was a flying sword about three feet long. The flying sword was bronze in color, with inscriptions all over the surface, and it looked extremely sharp.

The speed of this flying sword is extremely fast, and it can cover thousands of meters in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, an even more astonishing scene appeared. On the left and right sides of Song Xing, there were countless bronze lights and shadows speeding past, many times faster than this flying sword.

"Could this be..." Song Xing's heartbeat increased, and there was a vague guess about to come out. He took a deep breath and continued to follow Feijian.

After a while, those bronze lights finally stopped, hovering less than twenty meters in front of Song Xing.

There are fifty or sixty bronze lights and shadows in total. They are arranged neatly and orderly, with graceful and vigorous postures, like divine soldiers descending from the sky.

The most amazing thing is that each of their bodies is transparent and illusory, just like water waves, as if they are made of liquid.

Moreover, the blade of each flying sword is bronze in color, glowing with a faint light, exuding a sinister murderous intent.

"It's really a magic weapon-level flying sword!" Song Xing murmured to himself. Only treasures that reach the magic weapon level can have such spirituality.

The flying sword is a magic weapon with extremely powerful attack power, especially when combined with the sword formation, it is even more frightening.

Song Xing quickly came to his senses: "There are flying swords flying across the sky. It seems that this world is undoubtedly a world of immortal cultivation."

Thinking of this, he glanced around and his expression suddenly froze.

At this moment, in addition to fifty or sixty flying swords, there is also a huge stone tower standing in front.

"Are these flying swords used to protect the sect?" Song Xing lowered his head and thought.

Immediately, he approached these flying swords and tried to sense them, wanting to see what mysteries were about these flying swords.

The flying sword vibrated endlessly, and the sword body buzzed and trembled, exuding powerful murderous intent.

He pondered for a moment, and suddenly his heart moved: "Since these flying swords have spirituality, it proves that they have an owner? Through these flying swords of mine, you can find the immortal cultivators in this world."

This world is the world of immortal cultivators, and there must be monks.

However, if you want to control the flying sword over such a long distance, you must first have a strong cultivation level.

Song Xing thought for a while, and with a thought, a wisp of purple lightning talisman fire appeared on his fingertips.

The next moment, the purple thunder talisman burned and turned into a ball of purple flames to wrap around his entire right arm, making his arm look more crystal clear, like jade.

At this time, streaks of white brilliance suddenly bloomed from his body, he condensed his consciousness, attached it to the purple thunder talisman fire, and slowly approached the flying sword.

As soon as the purple thunder talisman fire came into contact with the flying sword, a tinkling sound was heard, and the flying sword shook violently and burst out with intense light.

Then he heard a clear voice from Feijian: "Who trespassed into the Shushan forbidden area!" (End of this chapter)