The Yin-Yang Gourd was only truly perfect after it merged into the Qixing Mountain. Entering Tang Tian’s sea of ​​consciousness, with the help of the Yin-Yang Gourd, he actually had a skill similar to the Qianli Eye. He looked at it at a glance and saw through the void and saw the great world!

This cannot be described as a skill. It is simply a legendary magical power, but the consumption is too huge. In just one glance, in just a few seconds, the vitality in Tang Tianqi Sea was empty. You must know that his Qihai itself is much wider than that of people of the same level, and each trace of vitality is eight times that of others. Even so, the vitality in the Qihai Sea can be consumed at a glance. Such magical power is not something he can afford. [

Through this, at least he knew that the Yin-Yang Gourd was not that simple. As long as he had enough vitality, he could even use all the magical powers of the seven little guys!

After swallowing more than ten Ice Soul Spirit Pills, he recovered his vitality and did not experiment with other magical powers. He looked at the earth deeply and left here with a black cow in his hand. This trip, the harvest was too great.

Previously, the Yin-Yang Gourd killed the snake spirit and showed power that was not something that this world could bear. Fortunately, the battle ended quickly, otherwise the entire earth would be broken. But even so, the shattered Ruyi Divine Sword still slashed the earth out of a huge crack. If you go deep into the void and watch it down, this crack will occupy one percent of the distance of the entire earth. In other words, if you do it a few more times, the entire star fragment may be crushed!

A long time later, people came here to investigate, deeply shocking the crack on the earth, all leaving with horror. However, no one was destined to know who the initiator of all this was.

Tens of thousands of miles away from Xuanwang City, there is a rolling mountain range with towering trees and lush branches and leaves. There are countless poisonous insects and beasts lurking inside. The dangerous peaks and rivers are crisscrossing. It is an undeveloped primitive mountain range.

On the outer edge of this mountain range, there is a small building on a small hill that looks like it has been countless years. This building is a few small thatched huts, and there is no one else except an old man wearing a gray gown.

The old man looked about sixty years old, but he was full of energy. He sat alone in front of the hut, with a black iron knife in his hand. He was pressing his hands on the handle and tip of the iron knife on a whetstone. The rustling sound was extremely charming.

With such boring actions, the old man didn't feel bored at all. Instead, he looked happy and contented.

A sharp roar came from the mountains behind, and then a slap of shadow sprinkled down. A black eagle with wings spreading thousands of meters across the sky. It was extremely fierce, and under its sharp claws was a giant python with a sarcoma on its head. It was about to descend to a place to enjoy lunch.

This sharp roar was heard, the mountains collapsed and the trees shattered, which was extremely terrifying, but the roar made the old man in front of the hut frown. As if he was disturbed, the sharpening action stopped, and then he didn't look at it. The iron knife in his hand flipped over and there was no light bursting out. However, the black eagle hundreds of miles away, along with the giant python under his sharp claws, was torn into two halves, falling into the mountains and forests without a sound.

The mountains were shaking, and countless strange beasts ran around, rushing towards the falling black eagle to enjoy delicious food. Food from the sky was unreasonable not to eat it.

"It's so noisy...", the old man in gray said lightly, as if he had done something insignificant, and grinds it back and forth on the whetstone with his knife back and forth, with his movements and expressions extremely charming.

But three faint words came out of his mouth, and the mountains behind him suddenly became silent and silent.

No one knows who this old man is, no one knows why he lived in seclusion here, and no one knows when it appeared, but the strong men of all races in the mountains know one thing, that is, they must not quarrel loudly, because if the other party is unhappy, the person who disturbs loudly will be killed silently. There are countless powerful aliens in the mountains who have witnessed this iron-like fact with their lives.

Hundreds of miles away from the hut, beside a small river, a ragged boy was lying weakly by the water, his face full of fatigue, his body was crisscrossed with wounds, many of which were filled with poisonous gas, and it looked like he was not far from death.

He looked at the white clouds in the sky powerlessly, his eyes full of hatred. If hatred could be transformed into substance, the world would probably be destroyed. It is not difficult to see between his eyebrows that this young man once had a prominent identity, but he was worse than a beggar at this time.

With the squeaking sound, a purple figure rushed out from the grass in the distance and came to the young man in a blink of an eye. It was a small purple-haired mouse with a thousand-year-old ginseng in his mouth, emitting a strange fragrance.

The purple-haired mouse came to the head of the boy on the ground and fed the ginseng to the boy. He ate it hard. His tired look was much better after a while. He tried hard to stand up and looked at the mountains in the distance and spoke: "Xiaomao, it's soon, I'll find my grandfather soon. After finding my grandfather, it's time to take revenge. Tang Tian, ​​Song Jia, Xuanwangcheng, I will not let anyone go"!

This young man, after a closer look, wasn't it Tang Xin, the third young master of Tangjiabao who had once ran to Xuanwang City excitedly to seize the mine? When Tangjiabao was destroyed, he mysteriously disappeared. Unexpectedly, he ran to tens of millions of miles away after many days. He was not very strong, and he was once injured by Tang Tian using the Soul-Devouring Sword. He had suffered a lot along the way, and it was already extremely fate that he had not died on the road.

From Tangjiabao to here, there are tens of thousands of miles. I don’t know how many foreign lands and how many forces he has to pass through on the way. In this world where strength is paramount, it is a miracle that he can survive until now and come here.

"Squeak squeak..." The purple mouse came to Tang Xin's shoulder and screamed, as if responding to him excitedly.

Not daring to fly, Tang Xin picked up a black iron stick beside him as support, and limped and continued to move towards the distant mountains. Every step he took, he had to endure endless pain. The injuries were too serious. He could survive along the way, except for his life, but he could almost say that he had no inch of intact flesh. This was the arrogant young master who used to be involved in it.

Taking his pet, the Spirit-Devouring Rat, Tang Xin struggled to move towards the distant mountains, approaching the mountains, which was even more dangerous, because ferocious strange beasts could appear in the mountains at any time.

Queer... A shrill crow chirping sounded, and while his wings fluttered, a black crow of about meter stopped on a dead tree not far ahead of Tang Xin, looking at him with his head tilted.

"There is no good thing when you hear the crow yelling, it's bad luck..." Tang Xin cursed weakly, but had no time to worry about the crow.

Flying... At this time, the crow spread its wings and flew over. Unpredictable, her sharp mouth tore off a piece of flesh and blood from Tang Xin's shoulders, flew away proudly, returned to the dead tree and swallowed it proudly in front of Tang Xin, and then looked at him again, obviously treating him as a supper.

Despite the pain, Tang Xin still did not scream. I don’t know how much of this experience has been experienced along the way. He knew that if he screamed out, it would definitely bring more dangers, so he could only grit his teeth and remain silent.

"Squeak..." The purple-haired spirit-eating rat on his shoulder screamed, and his figure turned into a purple afterimage and rushed over in an instant, pounced on the crow's head. With the crackling sound, he nipped a bloody hole in the crow's head, and then got in and picked up a bloody inner pill and returned to Tang Xin.

"It's actually a crow with only inner alchemy, equivalent to a strong man at the level of the life wheel. If you want to eat me, you deserve to be my healing thing." Tang Xin cursed in a low voice and swallowed the bloody inner alchemy.

In this way, every step was hard, Tang Xin went deep into the mountains. On the way, he used the attacks of strange beasts from time to time, and added a few more wounds, but they were all destroyed by the purple-haired spirit-eating rat that he realized later. During this period, his pet spirit-eating rat was almost killed, and his tail was broken, which was extremely miserable and could be regarded as the brothers of the brothers in difficulty.

"You can find your grandfather by climbing over this hill. The emperor pays off. Grandpa, I finally want to see you." Standing under a hill, Tang Xin said to the sky, tears fell in his eyes.

But the next moment his eyes were frozen. In front of him, a pair of bloodthirsty eyes emitting green light looked at him. At some point, a group of black wolves had surrounded him. Although these black wolves were not strong, they were extremely fierce. They were beaten by a large number, and at least hundreds of them were counted in detail!

After seeing the form clearly, Tang Xin shook all over, and even the spirit-eating rat on his shoulder exploded with purple hair.

"No, no, I won't die here. Grandpa is not far away. I won't die here." Tang Xin swallowed his saliva and cheered himself up.

The black wolves didn't make any sound, but surrounded Tang Xin, and then surrounded him step by step, trying not to make any sound, but their eyes were staring at Tang Xin tightly, obviously they wouldn't let him go.

Huh..., a gust of wind blew, and a black wolf soared into the air and rushed towards Tang Xin, but was slapped away by the purple-haired spirit-eating rat. It fell into the distance and made a muffled sound, but there was no sound.

Huhuhuhu..., like a fuse, black wolves rushed over, revealing their fangs.

Although the spirit-eating rat is not strong, it is much stronger than these black wolves. However, even so, two fists cannot beat four hands. When destroying the black wolves, Tang Xin was in danger. In a hissing voice, two wounds were torn by the black wolves. Not to mention that one arm was bitten off and eaten by the black wolves.
Chapter completed!