"I'll take a look around first." Qin Ming left without much hesitation, carrying his sword.
Someone's face darkened slightly: "Qin Ming, don't toast and you will be punished with wine. We have an ⑧ Diwu and a fifth level of Diwu. You will not suffer any loss if you follow us."
"Thank you for your kindness."
"Long Live Mountain is very dangerous, and it will become even more dangerous in the near future. How long do you think you can live alone? Don't be so self-righteous, stay, and join us." The strong man from the third heaven also offered words to persuade him to stay, and many earth warriors and many ①Part of strength. Especially a capable warrior like Qin Ming.
Qin Ming raised his hand and strode away.
"Qin Ming!" The old woman shouted several times, but Qin Ming ignored him and walked further and further away.
"Hmph! It's so shameless. Who does he think he is? Is it great to have a pair of wings?"
"This kind of person will never look back until he hits the wall. Don't pay attention to him now. When he is in danger, he will take the initiative to beg us."
"The Ten Thousand Tribulation Mountains will become increasingly chaotic, and alliances are a trend. Qin Ming can not join us, but Wan ① can join other teams?"
"How about... do him as soon as possible? If you can't be friends, you can never be enemies."
They have been in Long Live Mountain for some time, and they are very aware of the darkness hidden under the calm. War will definitely break out before long, and large-scale chaos will occur. They need to prepare as soon as possible.
The old woman scolded: "Kill, kill, kill, you know how to kill. There are many people who are not friends in the Long Live Mountain. Should we kill them all?"
Everyone shut up knowingly and looked away from her cold eyes.
The old woman ordered: "Continue to practice and adjust your body to the best condition. In two days at most, we will leave here and find a safe territory in the sea of bones, find allies, and wait for the war."
"Yes." Everyone took the order, sat down one after another, formed a circle and began to practice.
Pei Qiuming sat at the end of the circle and said nothing, but stared coldly at the old woman in front of him. The scene he least expected to see finally appeared, appearing alive in front of him. Who is the gatekeeper? Who is the leader of the team? It's not him anymore!
The strong are respected, and others have begun to involuntarily move closer to the strongest one.
As for him
What is the door owner
What is Feng Leimen
This is Long Live Mountain. No one can get out, no one will have a future, and no one will return to their original life.
Without strength and empty status, sooner or later you will be isolated or even abandoned.
Whoever is stronger is qualified to lead the team and has the ability to keep others alive.
Thinking of this, Pei Qiuming clenched his fingers and closed his eyes to cover the resentment in his eyes.
Damn Long Live Mountain! I hate you!
Pei Feng noticed his father's eyes and felt panic in his heart. In this Long Live Mountain, his father is no longer the sect leader, no longer a holy warrior, he is just a child, a useless child, just a burden to others. And what about him? He is no longer the young sect leader, no longer the son of Shengwu, he is just an earth warrior, and still an old earth warrior.
what do I do
"Look, there's a birdman there."
"What birdman? That's Qin Ming! The Immortal King of the Heavenly King's Palace!"
"He is also trapped in Long Live Mountain?"
… … …
"Hey! Look who that is!"
"Is that Qin Ming who is wanted by the Witch Palace?"
"I suddenly felt balanced in my heart. People like this are trapped in Long Live Mountain waiting to die. What else can we feel wronged about?"
… … …
"Is that Qin Ming? I read that right. No, his age doesn't seem to have changed."
"Here comes another so-called genius. Haha, poor man."
"Isn't Qin Ming known as the Immortal King? Let's see if he dies."
… … …
"There are many big shots in Long Live Mountain."
"Pei Qiuming, the master of the Fenglei Sect, Qi Kun, the master of the Jinyang Sect, Luo Dongrong, the great elder of the Yuan Sect, the hunters 'Yuehen', 'Leijiu', by the way, I remember someone said that the team of the Witch Palace is also in trouble. Here it is. Haha, I saw Qin Ming again today."
"It's worth it to die with these people. Sigh... why do I want to cry when I say this? I don't want to die... I don't want to be trapped in this hellish place waiting to die."
"Some people have seen the ghost buried in the sea, and it was quite miserable."
… … …
Qin Ming walked in the vast sea of bones and saw many survivors. Some were lost, some were amusing themselves, some were concentrating on practicing, and some began to gather together to plan something.
The calm atmosphere became more eerie because of the desolation and gloominess of the Bone Sea.
He saw others, and others recognized him. They just looked at his golden wings, and no one came to challenge him.
Qin Ming also saw many powerful spirit demons. A sea shou gathered together and spewed out huge waves, forming a vast small sea, which was their territory. He also saw groups of strange fish huddled in piles of bones, densely packed. They did not release water vapor, but chose to wait silently for death; seeing some fierce qin fighting in the sky, roaring fiercely, setting off violent hurricanes, they tried to escape from the Long Live Mountain.
These spirit monsters have intelligence, and their intelligence is not much worse than that of humans.
"Roar… "
① The golden eagle spreads its wings for hundreds of meters, casting shadows. It roars into the sky, the sound is deafening, and penetrates the gold and cracks the stone. It is like a golden sun, shining on the heaven and earth, and it raises a raging rage and strikes the sky.
Time after time, it wants to break through the shackles and escape from Long Live Mountain.
"No one can get out of Long Live Mountain, no one..." A handsome young man stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the boundless sea of bones and the golden eagles fighting in the sky. Sad and sad, he was once at the pinnacle of earth martial arts, but now he has regressed to the age of fifteen. He can accept age degradation and start all over again at worst, but how long can I live? How long can Banzai Mountain keep me alive? I'll die sooner or later, so what's the use of practicing
suddenly…
① A strange bright light passed through the sky and swept through the clouds. It was like a gorgeous cloud or a brilliant rainbow. It appeared silently and suddenly hit the golden eagle.
The cry suddenly stopped, the golden eagle lost its brilliance, the golden feathers were dim, and it fell feebly from a thousand meters high.
That bright light swept away its lifespan in an instant. Although it did not turn into withered bones, it had lost its life.
Qin Ming noticed this scene and took a breath. Is that the light of time and space? Long Live Mountain, Long Live Mountain, you really want to drive us all away.
"Roar!!" A real roar echoed in the distant depths of the sea of bones. It was powerful and loud, and the sound was roaring, shattering the bones. But if you listen carefully, you can see the despair and sadness in the voice. It was a real giant python, so huge that it occupied the entire top of the mountain. Countless bones were crushed, forming an avalanche-like wave of bones that rushed down the mountain. It saw the fate of the golden eagle and felt sad.
"Let's talk calmly. How much do you know about Long live Mountain?" Qin Mingfei asked Xiaozu as he flew towards the bone mountain in front.
"When entering Long Live Mountain, you only need to grasp one purpose."
"What purpose?"
"Wait to die!"
“…”
"Not convinced?"
"Before I die, I will definitely stew you." Qin Ming looked at the foggy sky. What would happen if I flew to the end? Will Long Live Mountain let me fly to the end? "By the way, Xiao Zu, I picked up a bone, it seems that it fell from Long Live Mountain."
"Do you think Long Live Mountain is your vegetable basket and you still lose bones? Why didn't you say that you lost a naked beauty?"
"Speak seriously!"
"Qin Ming?" A cold voice came from down the mountain.
There were some giant skeletons gathered at the foot of the mountain, like a bone house, close to the bone mountain. More than a dozen women walked out of it, led by a beauty. She looked at the top of the mountain, clenched her sword, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent. Is it really Qin Ming? Am I not dreaming
"You are really haunted. I can meet you everywhere." Qin Ming was a little surprised to find that it was the witches who he tricked into Long Live Mountain that day. They didn't die