In the world.

There is always a legend of the “Wissed Mountains”.

However, no one knows if it is true or false, but every boy and girl under heaven has put his foot on it and tried to understand...

However, Yan Qingyue saw the end from the beginning, and saw the head from the end, like looking at the flowers in the fog, and did not know what he was looking at.

I don't know when, his eyebrows were tightly locked together, took a deep breath, calmed his inner impatience, and looked at it again.

Another half hour passed.

There is still nothing to see, and there is a little impatience in the heart.

At this time, he looked at the boys and girls around him, and saw them one by one, leaning their heads, staring at their eyes, and they were also confused.

He has some balance in his mind.

“Green, do you see anything?”

Next to the blue sky, the blue dress girl couldn’t help but ask the green dress girl.

"What is the strongest practice in the world, clearly is the ghost painting character, who can understand?" 」The green-dressed girl had not yet spoken, but the black-robed boy next to her was a little angry.

"Don't worry, everyone is the same."

The green-skirt girl glanced around and found that most of them were the same, and said, "Since it is the strongest practice in the world, it will certainly not be so well understood, take it slowly."

"That's right."

The black-robed boy thought for a moment and nodded, “If you can see it at a glance, what is the strongest in the world?”

Time passes a little.

He still didn’t see anything, and there was something in his heart.

The monument has been found, and the practice of the Fa is also in front of him, but whoever thinks that he does not understand, cannot practice at all.

“Hold on.”

He spit out his mouth and let himself calm down several times.

The ghost painting character, Yan Qingyin looked to see to participate, and he could not see any tricks at all.Soon after, he got up and walked to other places, and then returned to the monument to heaven and looked carefully at the monument.

Every inch on the monument, every symbol, remembers it one by one, and then analyzes...

The mind moves quickly...

Time passed unconsciously, and the sky was still gray.

During this time, Yan Qingyang has seen several teenagers, a faint door, very curious about what it is.

Is it too difficult to understand, or is it my talent?

After watching it for a long time, Yan Qinghe was a little confused, and some messy thoughts appeared in his mind.

At this time, he did not look at the monument again, but looked up at the gray sky, thinking about what kind of world this is and what kind of civilization there is...

What is training?

I don't know why, Yan Qingyang suddenly thought of this problem.

If you don't understand or understand the most basic common sense, how do you talk about practice?

Unfortunately, he can’t communicate with others, otherwise he will understand what kind of world, what practice, and so on...

Although he knows that this may be the "witch" world.

However, he only stayed on the surface of the witch.

Soon after, he stood up again, looking at the three mountains and four mountains and five mountains, is this the witch?

Three mountains have passed, four ridges have passed, and the five Yue have only gone two, as well as the northern Yue, the western, the southern Yue...

He hesitated, went down from the hustle and earth, and then went to the north.

After a while, he finally climbed to the north.

The northern peaks are strange stones, the cliffs, the ice peaks are steep, and the forms are thousands of.

Looking at the black fog flowing from a distance, majestic and strange, it is a spectacular beauty, like a magical realm, which makes the heart of life shocking.

And under the north, there is also a river that does not know where it is, hanging directly under the mountain like a white practice, lifting a glimmer of light mist.

Soon after, Yan Qingyang came to the river, and when his hand reached into the river, he was somewhat surprised.

It seems like the river is not easy.

Then he walked along the river and walked to the end of the river.

Oh yeah –

How to shout –

In front of the river, two sudden screams came.

Two terrible breaths rose up, broke through the sea of clouds, and set off a wave of gas.

And the clouds that floated around, like the waves of the waves, rolled around, the waves were magnificent, the surging, and the momentum was amazing.

At the end of the river, Yan Qinghe was the first to be hit, and he was overturned by a breath of terror and fell heavily into the river dozens of feet away.

The roar of the sky roared, so that the air and blood flowed back, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

At this time, his heart was terrified and did not know what had happened.

There seems to be some intimidating existence.

The two breaths of terror were strong to the extreme, and they could not resist like a leaf in the rough sea.

The space around the river has a circle of water-marked fluctuations, exuding a terrible atmosphere of time and space.

Heck, hish, hish, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hish, hish, hish, hiss, hiss, his

The space was torn piece by piece, and a black hole appeared, accompanied by a loud and piercing sound.

Oh yeah –

Again a loud scream.

After the black and sunken sea of clouds was scattered, Yan Qingyang finally saw what was in front of the river.

Under the river, there was a black iron rope a few meters thick, and the other end of it seemed to be locked.

This giant squirted, thick and strong, forever flashing a little wilight.

At this time, Yan Qinghe looked along the iron rope and saw that the other end of the iron rope was locked with two wild beasts.

One of the behemoths, with a body of more than two thousand feet long, is a black beast like a mountain, looks incomparably thorny.

This beast is like a black mountain on the backbone, there are hundreds of cold flashing huge bone spurs, each bone spur is more than ten feet high, like a sharp spear standing in the sky.

What is this?

Some of the scalp is tingled.

The turquoise giant eyes, which emit a glimmer of light like a torch, opened a huge mouth of blood to the sky, revealing a row of sharp teeth like a broad sword, and uttering a roar of terror, and the sky of the earthquake fluctuated violently.

Moreover, it has eight incomparably scarring arms, emitting a gust of incomparable cold breath.

This breath is cold and strange, but it is like a ghost in the legend.

The Devil with Eight Arms?

When he used the god ghost, it seemed that the breath was somewhat similar.

And the other wild beast is swallowing the cloud, only to see it suck, hundreds of miles of cloud, by it one by one into the nose.

The cloud spit, like a huge column of water, squirts out of the front.

“What is this?”

The heart of Yan Qinghua was incomparably shocked, because the beast looked like a big mountain.

Yes, it is a mountain.

The whole body is dark, the piece is long, like a turtle armor, shining with the cold light.

The whole sky trembled, and it was terrifying.

“Does that look like an elephant?”

He was stunned and basically saw what it looked like.

This beast is very similar to an elephant, a long nose, two large black ivory...

Is the ivory black?

The sky was surprised.

The giant elephant walks step by step in the cloud, the pace is very heavy, and if you want to break free and break free, you can only go step by step.

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