Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

In addition to the four, the other warriors also received inhuman training. On this day, the late Mahayana monks gathered all the warriors in the valley, with a serious expression: "today, 15 of you will be selected to perform a special task. If the selected person succeeds in the task, everyone will give a city as a gift, that is to say, everyone is the Lord of the city, and you will be rich and noble all your life "I'll live forever!"

"Ah? Really? Can you really be the Lord of the city

"If you become a city master, can you marry more than ten wives? I can't spend all my money! "

All the warriors got excited and talked. Their eyes were full of expectation, and their enthusiasm was instantly aroused.

"Therefore, you must strive for 15 places. Of course, Liu Duansheng, Qing Yu, Du Lang and Xu Mu won't have to take part in the selection. There are only 11 places left. You're ready. "

All the warriors envied Feng Yimo, who wanted to be the leader of the city.

In their eyes, all the city masters are high and powerful, and can decide the life and death of others!

Only wind Yi Mo frowned, what kind of task is it, can let Zixia mountain so big capital.

Maybe, it will be clear soon.

In the afternoon, after the selection, Qin Yang and other 11 warriors stood out. Their faces were full of excitement and excitement. It seemed that they waved to them when they saw the position of the Lord of the city.

The eliminated warriors were taken away with a sense of loss. As for their fate, no one knows.

"Good, very good!" Monk Mahayana looked at Feng Yimo and others with a smile. Suddenly, with a wave of his sleeve robe, all of them were in a coma. He rolled up his sleeve robe, swept away 15 warriors, turned into a startling flood, and flew to the top of the mountain.

At the top of the mountain, in front of the cave of Huojun mountain in zhouzun, there is a flat square several acres in size. Fifteen people have been waiting for them. Each of them is a monk in the Mahayana period. Their breath is as deep as the sea. Elder de and elder Bei are standing in a row, but the leader is a monk in the later Mahayana period. His eyes are like electricity.

"I've seen Zhou Zun!" When the Mahayana friars who brought back Feng Yimo and others threw them away, Feng Yimo and others flew out and were caught by elder de and others, one by one.

"Are you ready?" State respect Huo Junshan asked.

"Ready!" Elder de and others agreed.

"Well, elder Ji, let's go. I hope you can succeed this time!" Huo Junshan road.

"Yes Elder Ji is the later monk of Mahayana who took the lead. He gave a fist and looked at all the monks behind him. He grasped Feng Yimo and turned it into a startling flood. He projected it into the air: "go!"

Shua Shua!

The remaining 14 people all flew up and followed elder Ji to the north.

Until everyone disappeared in the sky, Huo Junshan sighed and went back to the cave.

"I really hope that this time we can open the mysterious cave and get the treasures inside. Maybe there is another way for human beings to go!"

At the same time, there are more than 500 people gathered on a high mountain in Xiaohuan. If the people who have participated in the martial arts competition of Zixia mountain are here, they will recognize that they are all the eliminated martial arts players who have participated in the martial arts competition, but each of them has dull eyes and is a dead person except for breathing!

A moment later, the monks of Dingshan sect, moon watching Pavilion, Pengyan sect, Guiyin sect and Feixian palace fell beside them. There were 30 people in all, and each of them was a Mahayana monk! This kind of lineup can kill any government!

There were five large groups, six Mahayana monks in each group. When they appeared, they came behind the warriors and nodded with satisfaction. Six of them swept away one hundred of them and flew into the sky.

Shua Shua! Others followed suit, and soon there was no one at the top of the mountain, as if they had never been there.

Wait for wind Yi Mo and others to open eyes, then hair appear in a white boundless snow. The snow around is several feet, not beyond the knee. You need to lift your legs high when you take a step.

Because of physical training, such intensity of cold can not cause damage, but to everyone's surprise, all Mahayana friars are walking fast in the snow step by step.

Just a moment later, Feng Yimo found something unusual. There was no vitality here, and there was a kind of pressure in the air, as if he was walking with a kilo on his shoulder.

All people are moving forward in silence, no one is talking, quiet and frightening.

What is this place?

Feng Yimo searches for the answer in his mind, but he finds nothing. His heart moves, and his body continues to walk. Yuan Shen enters the Xumi bracelet, and quickly searches for the map jade slips, trying to find out where this place is.

After two incense sticks, fengyimo yuan God returned to his original position, and his heart was shocked. This is the far north of xiaohuanjie, which is called the realm of death. It is 50 million miles away from Zixia mountain, which does not belong to the six continents. It is independent of the world. Because it is covered with snow all the year round, it does not melt from ancient times, and there is no natural gravity field, it is listed as the top ten forbidden areas in xiaohuanjie.

The area of death domain is larger than that of Aolai, but there is little information about death domain.Is there any special treasure in the hinterland of death?

Because of the lack of vitality, the monks dare not use their mana skillfully. Otherwise, if they lose all their mana, they will become useless people, not as powerful as the warriors.

Maybe that's why they chose the warrior.

In such a place, the warrior can exert his power.

Among the 15 Mahayana monks, each of them is surrounded by a warrior, while Feng Yimo, the four with the highest level of martial arts, takes the lead.

Feng Yimo is surrounded by the familiar elder De, Xu Mu follows elder Bei, and Du Lang follows elder Ji, who has the highest cultivation, while Qing Yu follows the only female elder.

"Liu Duansheng, it's no better than Zixia mountain. We need to work hard, because danger is around us, and powerful monsters will appear at any time!" Elder de said solemnly.

Feng Yimo has been aware of this problem for a long time. In this lifeless realm of death, their warriors are the bodyguards and amulets of self-cultivation.

"Yes

The wind Yi Mo should a, the attention spreads, see to all around of move.

Just after Feng Yimo and his party entered the realm of death, thousands of miles away from them, Dingshan sect, moon Pavilion, pengyanmen sect, Guiyin sect and Feixian Palace also came to the edge of the realm of death. The six Mahayana monks of each sect didn't enter the snow plain. Instead, they flew and landed on the shoulder of the warrior like a puppet. Two of them carried one and regarded the warrior as a mount , into the snow.

They have a large number of people, forming a unique landscape, quickly pouring into the vast snow.

With the warrior as the mount, the speed of the five main gates is faster than that of Feng Yimo.

They don't regard the warrior as a person at all!