There are many monks in the sky who control magic weapons and even fly in the form of rainbows. They are high up in the sky, each with their own special temperament, just like mortals in the nine heavens, looking down on all living beings on the earth.

Flying is one of mankind's biggest dreams, and it is the standard of gods in the eyes of mortals.

The Dharma has been taught in the False God Realm for millions of years, and all mortals know how to practice. However, after practicing for a lifetime, they are on the threshold of entering the sea of ​​suffering, and they have a little more strength to work.

In the realm of suffering, people are often regarded as warriors rather than practitioners.

Only when you reach the Fountain of Life, develop magic power through practice, and can control magic weapons to fly into the sky, can you be a monk in the true sense!

A warrior who dug out the sea of ​​suffering looked up at the sky, his eyes full of envy: "Lingxu Cave Heaven is indeed one of the six great immortal sects in our Yan Kingdom. It is so powerful that it can suppress it for a lifetime."

"This is a small gathering for recruiting disciples. Not only the masters of Life Spring are present, but also the ancestors of Shenqiao are here."

"Humph, what is the ancestor of Shenqiao? My uncle serves as a deacon in the inner sect, and all the elders I have seen are old monsters from the other side!"

A fat man in gorgeous clothes was so proud that everyone around him took a breath of air.

"He actually has the background of suppressing the old monster from the other side, and he is so famous that he makes the world in awe."

The little fat man who was part of his uncle's party was even more proud, and said with a smile: "This time, my young master wants to join the sect of the ancestor on the other side."

Everyone was shocked again, and then they flattered each other without hesitation: "Young Master, after worshiping in the cave, we will become brothers, and we must support each other."

"Easy to say, easy to say." The fat young man refused to accept anyone who came, and in a moment, a small circle formed.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo, who were near them, looked extremely strange. This was the Eastern Wilderness Cultivation World. It was really magical.

"The strong man of Mingquan, the ancestor of Shenqiao?"

Pang Bo, who had seen the world in Daleiyin Temple, whispered: "Zi Zi, does he look like the strong foundation builder, the ancestor of Jindan, and the old monster Yuanying in the novel?"

Ye Fan nodded and sighed: "It's only now that I understand that it turns out that the Taoist palace is not weak, but it is actually a powerful god!"

Five gods must be cultivated in the secret realm of the Taoist Palace, and they can master the great magical powers of the five elements. They can destroy cities, open rivers, burn mountains and cook seas with just a raise of their hands.

In the secret realm of the Four Extremes, one can reach the sky and the earth by cultivating the four limbs, and has infinite power. He can be called a fusion venerable.

In the Secret Realm of Dragon Transformation, one can easily throw away the mountains and destroy the country with one finger. The genius starts from the four poles to overcome the tribulation. The normal monk starts from transforming into a dragon. This realm can become the tribulation.

The secret realm of Xiantai is better understood. In the ancient immortal era, as long as a powerful person is in the realm of Immortal 2, he can ascend to the immortal world. Immortal 1 is the Mahayana, and Immortal 2 can ascend to become an immortal.

Xian San was the Immortal King from the beginning, the Saint was called the Heavenly Saint, and the Great Emperor was called the Immortal Emperor.

No joke, in any immortal universe, an emperor who can create and destroy galaxies and shake the universe with his fists is qualified to be called the Immortal Emperor.

Only this universe is so weird. A cosmic-level emperor cannot even live forever. He is just a human being whose life span lasts only 10,000 to 20,000 years.

When Ye Fan lamented the impermanence of life and the Immortal Emperor was reborn and slapped him in the face to show off, the fat young man next to him looked at the two lonely people, his heart moved, and he invited them to win over.

"Two fellow Taoists, do you want to come with us?"

Ye Fan smiled lightly: "No need."

This kind of circle of ancestors from Shenqiao and old monsters from the other side is really not suitable for him.

"snort!"

"Boy, you are lucky that Mr. Liu has taken a liking to you."

"Don't be ungrateful!"

The real owner didn't say anything, but Mr. Liu's new henchman couldn't wait to speak, wanting to show his worth.

Mr. Liu frowned, but did not stop him. He was prepared to come out and show off his reputation later.

Unexpectedly, Pang Bo snorted coldly, and the blood of the demon god rose into the sky, intimidating everyone.

After eating fast food at Daleiyin Temple and taking divine spring in the ancient forbidden land, the Pangbo Sea of ​​Suffering has been greatly expanded. After one or two days of practice, he is better than ordinary people for decades.

"The blood is soaring to the sky, and the sea of ​​suffering is complete!"

Mr. Liu's face turned pale, and he lost his voice and said: "The great master of martial arts!"

Ye Fan was speechless for a while. The martial arts masters all came out. How many levels are there?

The chaotic sounds and the blood energy soaring into the sky immediately attracted the attention of the "immortal" in the cave sky above.
Chapter completed!