The First Immortal of the Heavens

It is hard to imagine that the dark green flame actually illuminates death.

It's even harder to imagine that what appeared in the bloodline turned out to be such a picture.

That is a deity immortal!

Moreover, Zhang Yang didn't know whether it was an illusion or an induction from blood. He actually thought that it was a more invincible immortal who respected Lei Shengjun far beyond the realm of the so-called Immortal Dao Dao Palace.

They were killed.

A touch of sadness permeated from it, making him feel inexplicably sad and want to cry.

But there was a slight warmth coming from it, as if the dead fairy felt warmth because of him.

He even felt inexplicably close, as if every immortal had an extremely close connection with him.

He took a deep breath, endured the inexplicable sadness, and examined it carefully.

The corpse of the immortal covered every corner of the sky above the broken heavenly court.

Too many cents.

All kinds of cents.

He even saw dozens of dragons, which were the real dragons that existed before Eternal Night.

He also saw a group of phoenixes, which were also real, and they were all kinds of phoenixes. Among them were the golden phoenix, the big sun phoenix, the ice and fire phoenix, and so on. All phoenixes are also dead.

Heaven and earth are not floating blood, but floating corpse!

It took a long time for Zhang Yang to wake up from his thoughts. He felt his face wet, and he stretched out his hand, turning out to be in tears.

"Somehow, sadness fills my heart."

"Perhaps, I should dig deeper secrets of blood."

"Maybe, I have a special mission."

"No matter what it is, I will make it all fully revealed."

"The world in the bloodline is still unclear and incomplete, which means that fire is still needed."

"There should still be some kind of flame in the Falling Star Mountain Range, which can continue to light up my blood. When this sad picture is completely lit, my blood will be fully awakened."

This is a kind of perceptual induction, very strong.

He spit out his foul breath and wiped away his tears.

He wants to move on.

He regained his spirit and looked at the well of reincarnation, but he could clearly sense that the intimacy came from that stone.

He meditated for a while, and flew into the well of reincarnation.

It didn't look deep at first, but when I really came in, I realized that it was as huge as a world.

He flew for a while before landing on the boulder.

Around the boulder, the foggy, very thick fog faintly conveys the meaning of death, and from the perspective of perception, it seems to be stronger than the river of dead souls.

As for the lampstand, as the flame entered the bloodstream, after lighting up and dying, the lampstand had been turned into powder and dissipated.

The intimacy comes from this boulder.

He stroked the stone.

I found that the boulder seems to have no boundaries, and the surrounding area has been submerged in the mist.

He tried to walk to the surroundings, the mist rolled, and there was a terrible pressure, and even a cold murderous intent, as if there was terror hiding in it, making him unable to snoop.

He can only move in places illuminated by dark green lights.

Look at the boulder again.

Just before the blood poured in, it once illuminated three patterns.

In fact, there are many patterns on the boulder, but he is so close at hand, to see and touch, he still can't tell what patterns they are.

In the end, all attention can be paid to the three illuminated patterns.

The three patterns are: an eye, a pair of wings, and a fairy character.

He gently stroked his hand, feeling the faint warmth in it, and the subtle but extremely weak power fluctuations, as if these things contained great mystery.

The one near him is an eye.

He concentrated his energy on looking at this eye, but at a glance, he actually had a very strange feeling, his eyes seemed to merge with this eye.

Then, something magical happened.

He seemed to open a supreme eye from the underground.

As my eyes passed, I could see through the sky above the river of dead souls under the buried immortal abyss, the earth, the surface, the sunlight, and the outside world.

He saw Funeral Xianyuan.

The surrounding area of ​​Funeral Xianyuan today is overcrowded.

There are many bystanders, some from Southern Xinjiang and some from Ximo, and the more eye-catching are the tripartites.

On one side, there were more than a thousand people, it was the Sky Guard. Originally there were eight hundred, but Jin Zhilong took away one hundred and seven hundred. Now it is over one thousand. Standing at the front, there are more than a dozen powerful and powerful masters. , And at the forefront is a man who is like a general, standing there, motionless, like a mountain suppressing a land, powerful and powerful, surpassing the three masters brought by Jin Zhilong, Yuan Chiyang, Nie Bahuang and Qing Xie of.

On one side, there are eight hundred people. The key is that they are all riding war horses. These war horses are very different. They are monsters with terrible fighting power. The people on horsebacks are uniformly dressed, with a machete hanging on their waist. With a large bow and quiver, standing on a vertical and horizontal line, the aura is strong, and the leader is a young man with a sword on his back. At first glance, he looks like the one who claimed to be from the Lengyue Dynasty of West Desert who had been rescued in Mocheng. The young version of ancient thousand eyes.

There are also third parties, and the reason why they have also attracted public attention is because there is actually...Prince Sparrow!

The person who caused Zhang Yang to run violently in front of the Leishan restricted area several times, but couldn't help him.

Later, Prince Que went back and asked the King Sparrow to take action. As a result, Shengjun Lei was born. According to the will of the King of Humanity, he wanted to destroy the relics of the ten thousand tribes and turn them into the Holy Land of Immortality, but it caused the eternal night to disappear.

I never thought that Prince Sparrow would survive.

Of course, Zhang Yang doesn’t think he survived in the Ten Thousand Clan Ruins. It is more likely that after he returned, he was planned by the King Sparrow to prevent further bans. He arranged to come out from the west of the Ten Thousand Clan Ruins in advance. You can enter the Falling Star Mountain Range.

However, there are many people around Prince Que, who have obvious demonic appearances, such as the Mouse Prince, the Monkey Prince, and the Horse Prince.

These are the princes from the land of ten thousand races.

Zhang Yang also had to admit that the demons of the Ten Thousand Clan Ruins had carefully considered and arranged a group of princes in the Falling Star Mountain Range in advance to escape the crisis of complete genocide.

Now, these princes are surrounded by a young man, and the stars hold the moon, he is the center.

The young man is indeed radiant, and the whole person is filled with an invisible pressure, formed by occupying a high position for a long time.

He looked like he was in his thirties, watched Funeral Xianyuan with his hands on his back, and looked at the other two formed teams, smiled, and left.

They leave soon.

Before the funeral of Xianyuan, there were still many people, and many people came together, wanting to watch the excitement.

In addition, there is a mountain in the eye, that is, income within two or three thousand miles.

"It would be great if you look at a larger range."

He muttered to himself.

Immediately, he felt in a trance before his eyes, and after seeing it clearly again, he suddenly realized that the scope was greatly expanded, and nearly half of the Starfall Mountain Range was in sight.

"This is fine too?!"

"The eye of the boulder is so amazing!"

He was a little shocked. Could it be that that bean illuminates the flame of death and helps him to see all he wants to see with the help of this giant stone eye?

He immediately focused his eyes on it.

Nearly half of the Starfall Mountain Range, from the bottom to the top, I only feel that the mountains are connected to the mountains, and there is no figure in sight. Even the buried Xianyuan seems very small. If you don't look for it, you can't see it.

It happened that there was a small rock, but in this kind of wide viewing, the first one came into his sight, highlighting its speciality.