Some landscapes cannot be described in words, drawn with strokes, or even imagined with imagination. Only by seeing them with your own eyes can the indescribable spectacle and shock be deeply engraved in the heart and cannot be removed.

For example, the mountains that run through the sky and the earth, and the Optimus Prime connecting the sea and the sky.

When Meng Shuai stood on the divine turtle and looked up at the pillar of heaven, his heart was shocked in his heart, so he even forgot about the tension of facing the great enemy of life and death.

Compared with the huge pillar of heaven, not to mention him, even the divine turtle is like a drop in the ocean, so small that it feels so filthy. Outside the pillar of heaven is surrounded by whirlpools with white waves, and the undercurrent is surging. The divine turtle is difficult to get close to after several attempts.

Meng Shuai did not urge the divine turtle to take the risk. He knew that the people here wanted to go in more than him, and he didn't have to take risks by himself.

Sure enough, a road suddenly appeared on the surging sea surface, either a road of earth and rock, or an extremely calm windless belt in the white waves, which was just wide enough for the divine turtle to pass through.

Meng Shuai drove the divine turtle to move forward slowly in the sea, not as if he was going to fight the enemy, but instead he was like attending a feast and walking on the red carpet.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he saw that the mountain was steep and straight into the clouds, and there was no road to go. Meng Shuai stopped with the flow and heard someone say, "Since you are here, come up."

A road flashed out on the mountain again, but the road was narrow and there were bluestone steps one by one. Meng Shuai was able to go up, but the divine turtle couldn't go up.

Meng Shuai smiled and said, "Old guy, it seems that he wants me to go to the meeting alone this time. Well, you can wait for me here." After that, he got off the divine turtle and climbed up the stairs.

The stone steps seemed endless, with the trees on both sides, including tropical coconut forests, palms, cold-stricken pines, cypresses, and various strange flowers and plants. Various plants that should never be together seemed a bit strange. But these plants grow very lushly, and this thriving vitality covers up all the abnormalities.

"What a good place." Meng Shuai murmured. Unfortunately, this is not a world carried by the divine beast, otherwise you can judge how powerful the divine beast is. You must know that the stronger the divine beast, the stronger the vitality of the world. If this is really a divine beast, I am afraid that Yuanhuawen will not be able to control it.

Suddenly, a high cliff was facing each other, with three big characters on the cliff

"Buzhou Mountain!"

It is impossible to describe Meng Shuai's shock when he saw these three words. He only felt that his blood was interrupted for a moment, his heartbeat stopped for a moment, the world lost its color, and time lost its meaning. Only the three words Buzhou Mountain in front of him are eternal.

It took him a long time to wake up from the shock, and then he cursed himself: "Damn it, damn it, you're so careless! This is a dragon's and tiger's den, how can you distract yourself?"

At this time, he looked up again, except that he felt that the words Buzhou Mountain were so vigorous and upright, and he did not feel that it was as shocking as the charm just now. However, he would not feel that it was an accident just now. Although the shocking feeling faded, there were still the aftermath in his heart and could not be faked.

This is not Yuanhuawen's work, it is from that person.

Meng Shuai is sure. If Yuan Huawen has such a skill, a few words will make people feel sad, and there is no need to fight this duel.

At this moment, he remembered Feng Yuan's words again and must be careful. Everything on the mountain is closely related to his future and destiny. Could it be that he is referring to this?

Thinking of this, Meng Shuai looked at the big words again, engraved the strokes in his heart, and then continued to move up along the stone steps.

After a long time, I walked around the huge rock, but I saw that the back of the huge rock was bright red, just like the best blood stone, and the dripping blood was sprinkled on the way. However, Meng Shuai felt a trembling in his heart when he saw the blood. The blood seemed to be real, with the cruel smell of blood.

But the huge rock is so huge that most of it is splattered with blood. How much sacrifice is needed? Could it be that there is a mass pit under the stone?

Going up further, you can gradually overlook the stone wall. At this time, Meng Shuai saw a line of handwriting on the stone wall:

"The sky is approaching, the sea is about to lose, and here is the sky."

This line of characters is also extremely powerful, but it is more elegant than the majestic atmosphere of Buzhou Mountain, like a woman's handwriting.

This is another landscape worth remembering. Meng Shuai also recorded it. Walking forward, he finally reached the end of the mountain road. When he turned around, he suddenly became clear.

I saw an open land in the mountains in front of me. Although it was just a platform on the hillside, it was hundreds of miles in radius. It was surrounded by clouds and mist, and I could not see at first sight.

On the flat plateau, there is a magnificent temple...ruins.

It is really a ruin. Although you can vaguely see the majestic high-walled stone pillars at that time, there are only broken walls left.

The once tightly-sewn four-sided wall now collapses on three sides, leaving only one lonely and independent one. The remaining stone carvings on the wall, although severely weathered, are still majestic, recording the glory of the past. Most of the tall stone pillars have been cut off, and the fallen columns have weathered into gravel. The half of the stone pillars left are like sawn tree stumps, and the dense patterns on the stone pillars are its annual rings.

In short, the magnificence here is everywhere, but it seems particularly sad and depressing because of this remnant.

Originally, such a ruin could be called a palace or a city or a temple. But somehow, when Meng Shuai saw it, he felt that it must be a temple. Although he could not see the statue of the gods, and he could not even be sure whether the building in the center was an altar, Meng Shuai always felt that every brick and stone here had the breath of gods.

If this was once the residence of God, it would have been a powerful god. At least it was not a grass-headed god like Meng Shuai. Similarly, Yuanhuawen is far from enough.

Just...why here?

"I'm wrong? Or are I late?" Meng Shuai was full of doubts. Is this place still a place where Yuanhuawen was? If so, he has been entrenched here for a long time, why not repair it? Even if he refuses to slander the gods for any reason, wouldn't he even build a house? But if not, what did Meng Shuai do? Is the last level not a battle, but a visit to the ruins to receive historical and cultural education?

But he still remembered Feng Yuan's words, so he watched this ruin very carefully. He found that the destruction here was not serious, and many stone carvings remained the same as before, and even some decorations were hidden in the gaps and were intact. Only a little...

There are no characters at all. No matter how exquisite the carvings are, there are no characters or similar subjects, and of course there are no statues of gods. Some carvings of the master or god here should be drawn, turning into abrupt blank space. This is by no means natural, as if something has forcibly erased these traces.

"Freak..." Meng Shuai walked, searching for traces in the wreckage. All signs showed that there was a long-closed secret hidden in the ruins.

Although I had no idea who the former owner of the temple was or what happened to him, Meng Shuai actually developed a slight affection for him, just because there was a sense of intimacy hidden in the broken wall that came from nowhere.

Kind, and familiar. Kindness may just be just a hit on the scene at first sight. Familiarity may be a real old friend.

Who is this... As he thought so, the road to the ruins gradually came to an end.

Suddenly, a complete high platform came into view, and the style of the high platform was incompatible with the ruins on the ground. Although the underground ruins were magnificent, they were somewhat natural and ancient. The style of the high platform was much more beautiful and full of artistic sense, which made people pleasing to the eye at first sight. If you compare it, it was like two places in front and behind the mountain just now. The ruins were like "Buzhou Mountain" and the high platform was as beautiful as "the place to repair the sky".

There is a figure on the platform. Among the rubble, the only figure is moving and lively.

The figure was tall and tall, and was wearing a brocade robe with a perfect tailoring, a shirt, and a shirt, which was more and more elegant, complementing the high platform that looked like a work of art. Although he turned his back to Meng Shuai, he still had a tiny angle, and he could see half of his face slantedly. The face was also flawless. The woman said that the so-called immortal descended to the earth. If a male immortal descended to the earth in the sky, that would be the case.

Meng Shuai has always been good at appreciating beauty. No matter how handsome a man or a woman is, as long as he is handsome, he will naturally become close to him.

But... this person is different.

When Meng Shuai saw this person, he only showed a sneer and walked slowly over.

As we got closer, everything on the platform became clearer. I saw that except for this person, there was only one alchemy tripod on the platform. The alchemy tripod was huge, occupying half of the area of ​​the platform, and it was dark red, with a mysterious color. Meng Shuai had also seen the alchemy tripod. Chen Qian could refine alchemy and built an alchemy furnace in the black soil world. But even if the alchemy furnace was made of divine power, he spared no effort, and the design was almost the limit of Chen Qian's knowledge and imagination, and it was far inferior to this one. Meng Shuai did not understand the design of the alchemy furnace, but after just a look, he felt that this was not something on the same level.

Meng Shuai looked at the Danlu for a long time and felt frightened. This feeling was a bit similar to when he saw the big words Buzhou Mountain at first, and it was also shocked to the mind. But it was not exactly the same. The shock when he saw Buzhou Mountain was just because of watching. Buzhou Mountain was like a miracle in the world, occupying the peaks, and naturally exuded infinite power. Meng Shuai was shocked by it, but he only reacted naturally, just like thousands of onlookers, seeing miracles and worshiping them involuntarily.

However, this alchemy furnace is different. When Meng Shuai looked at it, he felt that the thing was very dangerous, contained endless power, and had an imminent threat to him, just like the oil pan in front of him, someone would throw him down and fry him at any time. He instinctively did not want to approach the alchemy cauldron, and could not even compete with the disgust of the man on the high platform. When he walked off the stage, he stopped and stopped climbing up, but only looked at the person on the stage.

At this time, the man on the platform finally made movements. He turned around slowly, his handsome face was expressionless. Because of the height difference, he could easily overlook Meng Shuai, with a misty voice:

"You're finally here, the person you selected."
Chapter completed!