Run the way

The black ocean is boundless, spreading across the entire west of the ancient battlefield.There are countless dead bones floating on it, and those dead bones are in different shapes, some are original and some are new ones. There are still countless monks standing here, trying to find a way to cross this sea.

After all, behind this sea is the city of bones that only exists in legends.On this cracked and broken land, there are dead bones everywhere, and there are also broken magic weapons. They are rusty and stained, lying quietly on the ground. The past years, the glory they once had, are now withered.

Countless beams of brilliance flew towards the east of this ancient battlefield world. Those people were monks who entered this world later. What awaited them in front of them were tall white bone peaks. Looking around, even if they were hundreds of thousands away Inside and outside, you can still see the bone peaks like a forest.

"Young master, do we want to..."

On a towering bone peak, an old man, dressed in rags and carrying ten huge sword boxes on his back, followed behind a young man.The boy was dressed in white clothes like snow, a silver silk robe, star eyebrows and sword eyes, and long black hair hanging down like a waterfall.

He listened to the battle songs from far away, and listened to the stories of the years in it.A trace of cold sword intent lingered around his body, he raised his head, and looked into the depths of the Thousand Bone Peak, where there was a dazzling brilliance soaring into the sky.

The brilliance was extremely dazzling, bright and white, and once it appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of countless monks.

"There are mysterious herbs appearing in the Eastern Bone Forest."

"There are supreme medicinal herbs appearing in the Eastern Bone Forest, which are rumored to be related to immortals."

"There are supreme immortal medicinal herbs in the Eastern Bone Forest, and there are already descendants of the Great Tradition fighting for them."

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However, in less than an hour, countless monks immediately fled towards the giant bone forest in the east. They each showed their magical powers, just to reach the depths of the giant bone forest one step earlier than others.

"Fellow daoist, I don't know where you are going?" A young daoist, carrying a wooden bookcase, bowed to the rays of light flying towards the east, and an invisible transparent barrier appeared out of thin air , blocking the way of several monks.

"Who, dare to stop...it turns out to be Master Luodao Boy. I heard that in the depths of the White Bone Peak in the east, there is a peerless celestial medicine. But it’s also about paying homage to the demeanor of those geniuses.”

"Then don't bother me, everyone, please forgive me." Xiao Daotong grinned at them, he waved his hand, and the invisible barrier dissipated, and the monks blocked by the road immediately turned into a few rays of light, towards Fly away in the distance.

It's not that they are not angry, but they dare not be angry. The Daoist boy who blocked the way just now is a member of the Luotian Daomen. The talented waiter of the Luotian Daomen, even though he is only a small Taoist boy, is still not them. These ordinary casual cultivators can provoke existences.

"Master Yichenzi, let's go too." Xiao Daotong lifted the belt of the wooden box on his shoulder, turned his head and said to an ethereal young man.

The young man was kneeling on a piece of white cloth, in front of him was a simple small table, a white fire was burning on the table, a pot of strong tea was being gradually boiled, and the rich and deep tea fragrance permeated around him , countless small white runes revolved around him.

The young man brushed his drooping hair and smoothed his slightly wrinkled Taoist robe. He picked up the teacup unhurriedly and took a sip carefully. Countless white divine radiance emanated from his body.

"Don't worry, the one from the Sword Hut hasn't moved yet, what's more, the one from the Ancient Demonic Path hasn't appeared either." The young man smiled and pondered, then picked up the teacup on the table again, and took a sip carefully.There was a flash of light in his eyes, he was a Luo Tian Dao body, and he should overwhelm his peers.

"Let's go, go and have a look." The white-clothed boy pondered, an icy-blue sword energy floated from his fingers, and finally turned into an icy-blue long sword, fleeing towards the east with him.The old man with the sword box on his back was silent, a black sword energy surged up, he turned into a sword light, and followed behind the young man in white.

Countless monks, countless brilliance, like thousands of streams returning to the sea, rushed to the deepest part of the bone peak at the fastest speed.

On the cyan ferry, Bai Ye stood up from the boat, looking at the countless brilliance and the crystal clear white divine light in the east.

"That's it, thank you, old man." Bai Ye got off the boat and bowed to the old man in coir raincoat.

"Hahaha, old man, I'll go play chess first." The old man smiled loudly, raised his oars, propped up the ferry with all his strength, and embarked on the return journey.Looking back at Bai Ye, he glanced at the Eastern Bone Forest in the distance, and then set foot on the road to the East.

On the edge of the coast of the vast black ocean, no one knows, and no one cares, why a white-haired boy appeared here for no reason. All the monks only saw the fairy herbs in the distance.

At the junction of a blue sea and a black sea, a cyan ferryboat meets a black ferryboat.The old man in coir raincoat laughed, and he took out Bai Ye's purse, the heavy feel made him secretly happy.

"Old Tan, I, Laolong, earned a full 300 taels of silver today." At this moment, the old man in coir raincoats was flushed, and his white mustache trembled slightly with his facial muscles, and his face was full of pride for a moment color.

"Isn't it just 300 taels of wine money? What are you crazy about? Come, come, play chess, play chess." A hoarse and dead voice sounded, and the man who looked like a corpse spoke. Any trace of anger, but for some reason, he still didn't die.

The turquoise sea water is connected with the dark sea water, two ferry boats collide, two people, life and death, they gather together, take out a set of bone chess, and play chess on the sea.

A huge vine clings to an extremely tall white bone peak, and an extremely powerful breath of life emanates from its plant. Every branch and leaf of it is white and flawless, as warm as jade, and it exudes a powerful The divine splendor has attracted countless monks to compete for it.

And on the side of this vine, a big fat man weighing more than 200 catties, dressed in a tattered Taoist robe, sat on a broken wooden chair with a sad face, looking at him who was only a few feet away from him. Herbs.

Rows of white formations manifested at the root of this plant, revealing terrifying divine power, no fat man on the side could break it no matter how hard he tried.

The fat man sighed, he was really helpless, he was already at a loss for what to do, he had tried all his methods for the divine vine in front of him, but unfortunately, he could only break through one pattern.It was fine here before, but suddenly a white bone peak appeared, followed by this vine, the fat man was almost stunned.

"Two uncles, two fellow daoists, are you really not interested in this magical vine, no, the ultimate medicine?"

"It's just a broken medicine, can it be as important as my hammer?"

"That's right, it's not as good as a pot of wine." The two middle-aged people also sat aside. They had been with the fat man in front of him for nearly five or six days, and it was very annoying to him. In human eyes, this fat man's mouth never stops except when he is eating.

"I think my business is coming." The fat man grinned. Just now, he counted with his fingers, and a golden light shone from his fingers.

"Big fortune!" the fat man almost exclaimed.

"It's over, this fat man is driven crazy by money." The blacksmith and Orion shook their heads, and looked at the smirking fat man with sympathy.

"Come on, you two, please watch my performance." The fat man chuckled, took out a pair of calligraphy and a blank paper streamer from his storage space, splashed the ink skillfully, and wrote big black characters with a brush—— Drunken Conscience Pharmacy.

However, in just a few hours, countless monks have rushed to the land of the White Bone Peak. Under the gray sky, the shining white divine splendor is extremely eye-catching. Others fight.

So during this period, there was a fat man wandering among the crowd of countless fighting monks. He was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, but he held a large white paper banner in his hand, with the words "drunken conscience medicine shop" in big characters. clear and distinct.

"Come, come and take a look, we have a big reward for the opening of this store..." For a moment, a strange scene appeared among countless bone peaks, where countless monks fought against each other, just to win the way to the deeper place. qualifications, and a shameless wretched fat man wandered among them, selling his own elixir.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist is injured, let's have a small redemption pill that is unique to our store." The fat man came to a seriously injured monk, tried his best to squeeze out a friendly smile, and began to sell it to him.

"Go away, I won't buy it..."

"Fellow Daoist, what you said is wrong." The fat man groaned, and then he pinched a finger, a silver brilliance flashed, and the monk immediately felt a sense of life-threatening.

"I, I'll buy it, can't I buy it..."

"Here, ten medium-grade spirit stones, one Xiaohuandan, and a bottle of secret medicinal wine as a special gift."

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"A sword to the west." A cold light flashed, and an ice-blue long sword hung in the air, exuding a terrifying aura, and the boundless sword intent shot up into the sky, approaching the pattern of the white magic circle. .

But he didn't want a purple flame to appear out of nowhere and burn the ice-blue long sword.

"Friend of Jianlu, you are too impatient."

"It's the Son of Ziyang, the Ancient God Sect of the Northern Wilderness..." In this kind of scene, there is never a shortage of spectators.

"What are you fighting for?" A white-haired boy in a black robe walked slowly towards the white vines.

"I want this grass." The boy narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly. His words were enough to make any spectator laugh, but at this moment, no one really laughed at him.

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