Artifact

Night Thirteen pondered for a while, and said in a low voice: "There is a corner of my heart missing...... Why do you say it's because of someone?".

Panmu nodded heavily: "The things in the world are disturbed, all of them are profit-making, loving and killing each other." The Immortal Lord is a critical melting mountain, not for the treasure of secret arts, and does not seek the power of martial arts, so the corner you are missing must be a person!".

Panmu's words pierced Night Thirteen's heart, and he was silent.

Night Thirteen knew that he was here to find vanilla, but after listening to Panmu's words, he felt that it was not.

Perhaps what you lack is not just one horn, but many horns.

He was deep in thought when a loud gasp came from Leng Buding's shoulder.

It turned out that Gu Minggui woke up from fear and sluggishness: "Senior, this place ...... Could it be that we have already crossed the phantom barrier?".

The panmu on the side grabbed the conversation: "Hmph! If it weren't for the immortal as a guarantor, you would have become the appetizer of my Tu clan a long time ago!"

Gu Minggui didn't dare to reply, he is now cultivating to lose his limbs and be injured, and in the base camp of the Tu clan, no matter how stupid people are, they know how to be a man with their tails between them.

However, he seemed to feel uncomfortable with his body being entangled in the armed qi, so he sighed twice, reached back to his back and touched it vigorously, and said to himself

"What the hell is this, my back hurts. "

With such a pull, he actually pulled out a small bag from the armed gas.

Night Thirteen was stunned.

It was the tactical bag that Yi Qing carried with him, and I don't know when it was stored in the armed qi.

You must know that in addition to being both offensive and defensive, the armed qi even has the magical ability to store, and there are three other things hidden in Yiqing's small bag.

One is the Inner Dan obtained by killing Nusheng Xian'er before, and the other is the ancestor of the fox immortal clan who was ambushed when Night Thirteen broke into the Eastern Earth Sanqing Earth Spirit Temple!

The fox ancestor did not die, but turned into a white crystal bead and was pocketed by Night Thirteen.

This last thing is one of the treasures of the Earth Spirit Concept, the Divine Order. It's just that the Divine Order needs to be infused with True Qi to operate, so it's just a waste for Night Thirteen at the moment.

It's just that Night Thirteen can't think of what else Yi Qing's tactical bag put in before he got Xian'er Neidan.

As if he could recognize Ye Thirteen's heart, the armed qi immediately extended a black smoke and snatched the small bag from Gu Minggui's hand like a nimble long arm.

After opening it, Night Thirteen sighed softly.

The small bag contained a red fruit, a red fruit.

This was the last thing that Yi Qing had left behind after her long adventure with Night Thirteen, and she had said that this red fruit was for vanilla.

Night Thirteen put his hand into the bag and touched the red fruit, which was still fragrant, and he felt comfortable when he smelled it.

Then he saw the hand he had reached into the bag, the gray-white arm.

You Long'er's charming face flashed in front of him.

The wonderful memories made Night Thirteen fall into the past, and for a moment he even forgot the existence of everyone around him, until the voices of Gu Minggui and Panmu sounded at the same time:

"Senior, look...... That...... That's ......

".

"Lord Immortal, the former convenience is the last home of our Tu clan, Shen Mountain!".

Night Thirteen woke up, he looked ahead, and suddenly the sky was shining, and the whole person's spirit was shocked.

In the center of the pitch-black sky, the lava horizon radiated a dazzling red light, and a strange huge shadow appeared in the slightly swaying air under the background of the soaring scorching air.

This shadow looks like a crescent moon rising from the depths of the lava sea, a giant crescent beyond human imagination!

The

crescent fangs were on top, like a ship immersed in a sea of lava, its moon bow slightly above sea level, and the crescent moon tip was warped in the air, shrouded in hot mist, hazy.

It was only one end of the crescent moon, and the other was on the other side of the horizon, and if Night Thirteen was a mortal, he would have to turn his head to see it.

The

field of view of normal human eyes is between 150 and 180 degrees, which means that the size of this giant "crescent" that fell into the sea has exceeded the limit of the angle of observation of the human eye.

Words may not be able to describe how magnificent the "crescent moon" is, because the night thirteen estimated that the distance between the two crescent spires alone would be more than 2 million zhang, almost 6,000 kilometers.

The second longest river in the world is called the Amazon River, with a total length of about 6,000 kilometers, which is also the distance from the source to the mouth of the Huajiang River in the two major rivers of the Eastern Territories, the Huajiang River and the Xia River, from the source to the sea (about 6,300 kilometers in length).

The two cusps of the crescent moon are one high and one low, from the moon bow lying in the lava sea to the crescent moon tip at the highest point in the sky, about three million zhang, about 9,000 kilometers, close to a quarter of the length of the equator of the outer world.

Anyone with such a strange shape of a behemoth in front of anyone would involuntarily exclaim, but Night Thirteen did not.

Instead, he gasped, like a sea of lava, the Heavenly Pupil couldn't see through the surface of the sunken mountain!

"Panmu, this is Shenshan?".

"It's Shenshan! This is the only place where my Tu people live, and there are millions of people living there. "

"Do you know the history of the sunken mountain?"

"I don't know, maybe there has been this mountain since the opening of the Casting Mountain. "

Night Thirteen let out a sneer that made everyone shudder: "There is one word you said right, open the world! This sinking mountain that fell into the lava sea is one of the proofs that this world is falling apart and changing the world!"

Not only did Panmu not understand this, but even Gu Minggui was puzzled, and the old man hurriedly asked, "Senior, why did you say this?"

Night Thirteen just smiled coldly and didn't answer.

At this moment, I'm afraid that in the entire Molten Mountain Realm, only Night Thirteen knows what happened here - that is, this huge and friendless mountain that is enough to carry the lives of millions of natives was cut off from the body of the Molten Mountain by someone!

And, it's just a sword!

A sword !!

What kind of person has such supernatural powers to do such an exaggerated thing?

If you zoom in on the sample case, this person's earth-shattering sword can definitely cut the planet of mankind in half! This is not appalling, this is the reality that is displayed in front of the eyes of the Night Thirteen!

Then there is only one answer, and that is to defeat the foreign monks of Zhu Prisoner and Xiqing, Wild Sword!

Whether it is in the telling of Honglian or Zhu Prisoner, Arajian is an unavoidable character, it is said that he can burn mountains and boil seas, shoot stars and moons, and not fall behind with one enemy and two enemies.

You must know that even if Xiqing is not good at fighting, Zhu Prisoner is a god-level celestial who has cultivated a full three yuan and has eighteen thousand phases.

So a long time ago, Ye Thirteen wondered why Zhu Prisoner and Xiqing couldn't beat the Wild Sword, could it be that they were too old?

Now it seems that it has nothing to do with strength or weakness, maybe in the fierce battle between the Wild Sword and the Zhu Prisoner for three hundred lifetimes, the Wild Sword is getting stronger and stronger, so that it can attack this sword that is shattering the sky!

For Night Thirteen, the sinking mountain in front of him that has submerged into the lava sea is the best example of how powerful the Wild Sword is.

Wild Sword, a person whom Night Thirteen has never met, has etched an indelible imprint in his heart with a sword he once had.

Casting Mountain! It is indeed a place where swords are cultivated horizontally and strong, and the strong are like saints!