Don't forget, in addition to the Immortal Night Emperor, he also has a name, called the God of the Forbidden Land! He is familiar with the rules of the Forbidden Land and knows how to use the forbidden power within it.

However, Ye Xuan's current strength is limited, and he can only take care of his own one-third of an acre.

The ship continued to move forward, but countless ships were destroyed around it. The monks on the ship fell into the Lantern Sea, like a drowning person, struggling for a few times and then died.

Some people tried to fly in the air, but they died faster the moment they left the ship.

This creates a strange picture.

Normal ships sailed as normal, while other ships were destroyed and monks died.

Forming a great contrast.

Those monks who were alive felt happy and frightened at the same time.

At the end of the Lantern Sea, there is an ancient city wall on the shore, which stretches for unknown distance.

now.

On the ancient city wall, there was an old Confucian scholar in a green shirt sitting there cross-legged, holding a bottle of wine and pouring it into his mouth. After putting it down, he let out a cry of joy. He held his big hand in the air, and a stroke appeared in his hand.

He drunkenly stood up on the city wall, facing the direction of the sea of ​​lanterns, and wrote six words vigorously.

sky.

land.

spring.

summer.

Autumn.

winter.

Six words fell, and a terrifying scene appeared.

Starting from the sea of ​​lanterns, a vast heaven and earth rise suddenly.

The vast world is divided into four directions, and there are four seasons in each direction.

Divided into Eastern Spring, Southern Summer, Western Autumn and Northern Winter! With one stroke, the whole world is written.

Who is this old man?

Under the wall of Konggu City, a butcher roared: "You old bitch Ji Yueyi, you stole my wine again, let's see if I don't cut you into pieces this time!"

Next to him, an old Taoist patted the butcher on the shoulder. Before the butcher could scold him, the old Taoist shook a bag of gold and copper coins and said with a smile: "I paid for the wine on behalf of my senior."

"It doesn't matter, that thing isn't worth much."

The butcher took the bag, weighed it, turned his anger into a smile, looked at the old Taoist, and said puzzledly: "But Mr. Zhang, why do you always pay him? Don't you two know each other?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "Just think of it as a poor Taoist doing good deeds."

The butcher curled his lips and said, "I don't understand you, I've gone to kill the pig."


Chapter completed!