Retrograde fairy way

hum!

There is no tyrannical coercion as imagined, only a faint gentleness, brushing over the whole body, and then sank slightly, as if passing through a strange existence, and felt the pressure on the body suddenly.

Wang Mo slowly opened his eyes. He was about to raise his eyes to look, but suddenly felt a tyrannical pressure coming from around him again, and his body fell down involuntarily.

His mind tensed, he didn't care to check his surroundings, he hurriedly mobilized his physical strength to stabilize his figure, but he still didn't know how deep he had fallen, so he stopped slowly and looked around.

At the same time, the rest of the cultivators who entered the gate of the silver space also stood tall and low in this strange place, but the places where Mage Eruo, Gui Xuancang and others stood were the highest.

Looking around, I saw a vast expanse between the sky and the earth, which was actually lush and lush. The mountains in the distance were undulating, and there was a scene full of vitality.

It's just that what made the faces of all the cultivators slightly changed was that the clouds above the sky seemed to be extraordinarily dense, and golden-blue arcs flashed in them from time to time, and faint roars spread from time to time, making the earth tremble. They all trembled.

It's fine if it's ordinary lightning, but the feeling that these lightnings bring to the cultivators is enough to threaten their appearance, which makes the cultivators have to be careful.

What's more, the more you look in, it seems that the lightning electrodes are densely packed, and it seems that there is something faintly calling, slowly coming.

It's just that they are far apart, even if the cultivation of Zhonghuashen is good, it is still unclear.

Whoosh!

Without waiting for all the cultivators to say anything, Mage Eruo looked around and left alone, disappearing in the distance in an instant.

Judging from the situation, it was obvious that he didn't want anyone to walk with him.

Seeing this, Zhuge Chaohua's complexion changed slightly, but there was a flash of joy in his eyes for a moment, he coughed calmly, looked at all the cultivators and said, "Fellow Taoists, since you are already here, why don't you go hunting for treasures separately? This seat is gone!"

Before the words fell, his figure flickered, and he ignored the crowd and left alone.

No one would blindly follow this existence, even if they knew that this person descended from the lower realms, he came with a big conspiracy.

Treasures are good, but you have to live to enjoy them.

If he really annoyed the other party, he might be chased and killed by the old monster of Tianyuan Palace if he breaks into the upper realm in the future.

Whoosh!

When he left, Wang Mo just forgot a glance at the two of them, and fled to another place without hesitation.

This scene fell into Gui Xuancang's eyes, and immediately he slowly raised his right hand, shook his head slightly and lowered it, nodded slightly to Crocodile Xuanqing and Long Tianqing beside him, and then left alone, disappearing.

Seeing this, everyone stopped talking, and each nodded their heads as a greeting, and then left with their companions.

However, the directions that all the cultivators were heading towards were unanimously going towards the center of this space, and they were only going in other directions for the time being, obviously to avoid unnecessary conflicts.

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"What a weird existence. The pressure alone is a hundred times that of the outside world. Could it be the power of specially formed rules?"

In a mountain depression, a figure in Tsinghua appeared in a flash, it was Wang Mo, looking at the surrounding valley full of flowers and plants, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyes showed a trace of doubt, and he muttered.

Judging from his expression, it is obvious that there is a hint of doubt about the existence of this strange space.

The pressure he mentioned refers to the rules of space. The power of this rule is not aimed at the creatures of the world, but at the monks.

In other words, the stronger the strength, the greater the pressure that can be felt in such an existence.

This is not to say that low-level monks who are under less pressure will be stronger than high-level monks who are under stronger pressure. This is just a relatively, extremely mysterious power of rules. The force of the rules is all that matters.

"There are no living creatures?"

Suddenly, Wang Mo, who had been sizing him up for a long time, withdrew his gaze, then his pupils shrank, and he cried out in surprise.

With his current cultivation base of spiritual consciousness, although he will not be stronger than a monk in the early stage of transformation, but he will never be weaker. He can cover hundreds of miles in a blink of an eye.

During its detection, apart from the lush, extremely lush vegetation that resembles towering old trees, there is no sign of any animal or insect activity.

This situation is obviously not normal.

"Humph!"

Wang Mo frowned slightly, snorted coldly, and then came to a mountain depression in a flash, waved a blue-gold true essence, turned into a light blade, and slashed several feet away with a puff. A big tree that can only be surrounded by.

Boom!

With a flick of his sleeves, the light blade flashed across the tree trunk, and the big tree was blown down by an invisible wind, and fell to the ground with a bang, smashing down the sky with smoke and dust, but drifted to the other side involuntarily.

The spiritual consciousness swept across the broken and clean wooden pier lightly, Wang Mo frowned slightly, and then waved his arms one after another, and several light blades shot out immediately.

Amidst the continuous rumbling, several giant trees fell down in response.

After a casual inspection, Wang Mo frowned slightly, and then walked away in a flash, leaving only thick tree stumps standing alone in place, and the ground was full of broken branches and leaves, looking extremely desolate.

But Wang Mo, who was far away, did not stop there. In his body, he did not go straight to the interior to search for treasures like others. Instead, he searched for those deep mountains and old forests, or bottomless cliffs and valleys.

Wherever it passed, there was nothing but a mess, and the ground was full of giant trees that were cut evenly.

"How is it possible? The difference between the annual rings of these trees does not exceed a thousand years, and the age of the tallest tree does not exceed 6000 years, even the elixir?"

Along the way, Wang Mo, who had knocked down countless giant trees, stood in front of a mountain, looking at the fallen giant pine, his brows were full of disbelief.

In the cultivation world, the life of vegetation is notoriously long. Not to mention thousands of years of vegetation, even if it is tens of thousands of years, or even given a great opportunity, it is not uncommon for vegetation to become a demon.

It's just that since Wang Mo practiced so far, he has met very few people.

Because it is extremely difficult to become a demon spirit by itself, and because of its long lifespan, the demon bodies transformed by these grass and tree demon spirits have extremely powerful supernatural powers, which can be said to be invincible at the same level.

Even if the attributes are incompatible, they can rarely be suppressed by him.

After realizing the strangeness of this space, Wang Mo wanted to check it out.

Although he has long recognized the unimaginable things he experienced as a human being in the two lives, his interest in these strange places has never stopped, and his actions still maintain the habits of the previous life.

All the signs here indicate that it seems that there has never been a human footprint, and they all look like newborns.

However, it is completely different from what he learned in his previous life, the theorem of biological formation, completely overthrown.

Whether it is an ordinary tree here, even the occasional elixir, it has not existed for more than 6000 years.

This kind of elixir is no longer ordinary in the cultivation world. As long as it grows moderately, even an ordinary elixir can grow into a third-level or even a fourth-level elixir in 6000 years.

What surprised Wang Mo was that no matter whether it was an ordinary elixir or an incomparably precious elixir, there was not a single plant that was more than 6000 years old, which made him suspicious.

"Forget it, if it comes, it will be safe, and if the opportunity comes in the future, I will definitely be able to find out everything!"

Fortunately, Wang Mo is too stubborn from time to time. After thinking about it, he can't figure out what is wrong, so he simply shakes his head, puts his thoughts out of his mind, and looks into the distance with clear eyes.

After sizing it up a bit and making sure that no one was watching, he turned his wrist, and when the golden light flashed, there was an extra piece of golden foil in his hand.

And on it, there is a line of small words: The land of the weather, the remnants of the stele suppress; once it is drawn, the world will collapse.

These four words of restraint seem to carry a sense of compassion and sorrow, exuding bursts of majestic coercion to the surroundings, making the viewers feel awe and sympathy.

This piece of gold leaf was obtained by Wang Mo 300 years ago, when he just came out of the Demon Realm, in the old place of the Great Xia Empire, in the Golden Pavilion.

At that time, Wang Mo also made a "bandit" for this gold leaf. With his strength at the alchemy state at that time, just looking at this gold leaf would make him feel dazzled, and even the aura on it made him He vomited blood and slightly injured, its power can be seen.

Now Wang Mo, looking at the gold leaf, although he won't get hurt, every time he takes it out for inspection, it will make him feel almost suffocating.

It seems that the owner who engraved this gold leaf is right in front of him.

Without going to check again, those handwritings that he still couldn't read clearly, turned his wrist and swept to the back.

With the flipping of the gold foil, the majestic coercion disappeared, as if it had never appeared, but on the back of the gold foil, there were three big characters 'Tianyuan Palace'.

Underneath it is a map with extremely detailed records.

If ordinary people look at it, it must be a mess.

But in Wang Mo's view, there are mountains, rivers, and even the existence of cities inside, which are very clearly visible.

After carefully searching the map, he closed his eyes and made some memories. Then he slowly opened his eyes and shook his head full of doubts about the place he passed by before: "It seems that after so many years of changes, the landform here It has not been kept as it was, so we can’t wait any longer, first find the location of Tianyuan Palace, as long as we find there, we can see it clearly!”

Thinking of this, after seeing that the map was fruitless, Wang Mo's figure flickered, and he wanted to run away in a hurry.

The direction it is traveling is also towards the center of this space.

Although this space is extremely wide, when it comes to beings like Wang Mo, in his mind, he can naturally sense the location of the center.

At the same time, although most of the other Huashen Daxiu who entered this world together were extremely puzzled by the uniqueness of this place, they didn't take it too seriously.

In their view, as long as there is no threat to their own existence, they don't need to worry about the rest. What's more, the purpose of their trip is to come for the treasures that no one has brought out from Tianyuan Palace for countless years.

God knows, what kind of treasures will be produced by the changes here over the years?

Even if it is just a panacea that has existed for countless years, it is enough for them to benefit endlessly and break through themselves.

But to their disappointment, the elixir here did not look like they had imagined, where there were five or six or even higher elixir everywhere.

Along the way, the highest one is only the fourth-rank top-rank.