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Li Ji was very patient. The Green Niu Cave in Laojun Mountain, which great saint is the ruins of? The immortal who left the legendary one said in the woodcutter's father-in-law was the immortal who once climbed to the sky? Or was the cultivator who came here like him to find the fate of immortality?

But in the eyes of the woodcutter, they actually have no essential difference, "Boss, where did you learn that woodcutter song?"

The woodcutter laughed, "That was passed down from generation to generation by our mountain people. But my grandfather said, Oh, in fact, he also heard from his grandfather's grandfather that this song was indeed learned from immortals, but I don't know which immortal it is. There are no mountain people who can't hum a few words except this song. Besides this song, there are many other things. If the Taoist priest likes it, I will sing it with you one by one today?"

"Well, you have songs, I have wine, that's a good idea!"

The woodcutter sang a few more songs with the wine, all of which were nothing and ethereal songs of the great way. The kind of things that sounded extremely high and thought about when they were thinking about were actually the same as his Li Yu's soul chicken soup, but they were more elegant and were stewed with spiritual chicken. His was a little lighter, and they were stewed with wild chicken mushrooms. The essence was the same, and they were purely fooling people.

After singing a few songs, the woodcutter's belly has not yet poured out half of the goods, and he is already drunk. Although he has a strong skin and physical fitness far exceeds that of a normal person, he can enjoy more wine that only cultivators can drink. It would be strange if he has no tolerance and is not drunk.

The woodcutter lies on the pile of firewood and sleeps soundly. The mountain wind is cool, and the temperature difference between white and black is huge. He suddenly realizes it. Li Ji sighs and uses a breath to protect him. Don’t ask, just because he is greedy for alcohol, he will harm his life. The environment here is unfamiliar and wild, so who knows what kind of monster will emerge?

I found a bluestone not far away and sat on my body. There were many things that he needed to digest well, otherwise what would be the difference between entering this world rashly and breaking into the world?

Imagine that, as Ge said, this should be a lawless world with swords flying everywhere and magic everywhere. Everyone is unique and do whatever they want. If you don’t agree, you will see the true seal in your hand. However, I didn’t expect that since you entered, you won’t see any monk. What about those thorns with all worlds gathered and talented?

Judging from the flow of spiritual energy in the entire world, this is not a place where monks can start from scratch. It is hard to imagine how the mortals here embark on the path of immortality in such an environment. So there may be two groups, one is the indigenous mortal group and the other is the foreign true lord group. The ladder of cultivation in the middle does not exist, and I am afraid that no one will pass on the ancestral line here. It is meaningless. If you really want to leave something, it is more appropriate to be in the open main world space.

The most important thing is that the meaning of the way of heaven to generate this space is only to provide another way for monks in the main world, rather than letting you blossom and scatter and bear fruit here.

In this space, the magical soul of a monk is no different from the main world, that is, the monk can exert all his strength when he comes in; but because of the fundamental difference between the environment here and the universe, the void is vast and thin and unobstructed, and can allow magical flying swords to traverse hundreds of thousands of miles. However, because of the extremely full spiritual energy, the power and distance of magic are greatly compressed. I don’t know if it is an unintentional influence or a deliberate suppression of the way of heaven?

The impact on all monks is the same, which is fair.

Li Ji's spiritual consciousness was fully displayed. He could roughly recognize hundreds of thousands of miles in the void of the main world and carefully distinguish hundreds of thousands of miles of spiritual consciousness. However, he could not even cover the Laojun Mountain in a radius of thousands of miles. It seemed that he still needed to run errands to complete the entire picture of Laojun Mountain, including the Qingniu Cave, which could not be explained clearly by the woodcutter.

Is this inner space as peaceful as he sees now? Or as dangerous as Ge said? What is its true face? All of this interest made Li Ji, who is new to the arrival.

A night passed by, and before the sky was bright, the woodcutter woke up. The mortals here were indeed far superior to those of the mortals in the main world. In the main world, a mortal could not wake up without sleeping for three days and three nights.

After rubbing his forehead, the woodcutter got up, took out the water hyacinth on his waist and took a big sip, tightened the wine pot that Li Ji gave him, put it in his arms with precious weight, carried the load on his shoulders, walked down the mountain vigorously, and sang:

"After a mountain and a mountain, and after years, the mountains and rivers support me for generations, and manage our immortality and immortality..."

Li Ji smiled slightly, watched the woodcutter go down the mountain, then stood up, intending to circle around Laojun Mountain, and by the way to see Laojun Cave, the immortal's residence, which was mentioned by the woodcutter. He did not fly high, because his spiritual sense was limited here, so he could not jump from the high altitude to look down with his spiritual sense. It would be more realistic to see it closer, especially the immortal's cave, which must be the top-notch cover.

Fang turned from the south of the mountain to the north of the mountain, raised a body from the middle of the mountain, and shouted:

"Well, what are the intentions of stumbleing over here?"

Accompanied by the sound of shouting and rebuking, a craft of fingers was already on the verge of head, and it was as sharp as the edge, and it was as fast as the lightning. The entire casting process was as fast as Li Ji, and he could not have an insight in advance.

It is too late to use the flying sword to block it, but it is risky to escape. If this technique of craftsmanship can follow its shape, then it will be difficult to control where it is poked during escape;

Li Ji jumped up, put his palms together and pressed them, forming a square inch sword shield between his fingers. At the same time, the Niwan shook, and a flying sword hidden silently. For the sword cultivator, the one who decides the victory or defeat is whether he can take the initiative. Therefore, it is impossible to weigh whether he will be injured under the guise technique. Only by fighting but both sides are injured can he be brought back to the initiative in an instant.

This is the first time in his career in his Taoism that he was attacked in person. In other words, this is simply not a sneak attack. It is really that the magic was produced too quickly!

The Scripture is extremely penetrating due to condensation, and instantly breaks through the hasty square-inch sword shield. Then, through the five layers of sword clothes, under the final defense of the chaotic thunder body, there is still a little secret injury between Li Ji's waist and abdomen. His unique Technique has quickly flowed in his body.

At the same time, the hazy jumping body let out a muffled groan and staggered in the air. Before he could stabilize his body, the surrounding space was filled with flying swords. In the dance of the streamer sword, every breath, a sword gathered and slashed down on the head, and the sword force on it was stronger than a sword!

This is a moment of mage, but no matter how fast the momentum is, it is not as fast as the flying sword!

Countless sword lights surrounded him, tying most of his mind. One of them was even more integrated than the other, which made him even more busy and silenced, regardless of his ass!

After ten breaths, the sword lights in the sky were paused, gathered, and twisted. The figure had already sprinkled with a charming blood light in the middle of the mountain, turning into a ball of blood mist. In the shearing mountain wind, it was like a maple forest, and the sunset was filled with the sky.
Chapter completed!