Boundless Sky

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Can you imagine a group of cultivators driving a tractor on the sea?

Above the sea wave overflowing heaven, black smoke billows, dozens of walking tractors are running wildly in the ocean at a speed faster than a sports car, without fear of thunder and waves, riding horses and dashing toward the depths of the Eastern Sea. .

Over the Eastern Sea, it became a cultivator of 1000 to 10000, driving the flying Magical Artifact, following all the way, and was very excited to watch this unique walking tractor competition.

Cheng Hao rubbed his forehead, and finally confirmed his previous judgment, the cultivator of this World, as expected, all have a funny attribute!

He can understand the flying sword competition, but what the hell is that in the walking tractor competition?

Wow! Missiles, artillery, and laser weapons were all modified into tractors by this group of teasers one after another. This scene is really fucking ruined.

Venerable White and Song Shuhang and the others had a great time driving the tractor. Cheng Hao thought a little bit, but finally did not show up to meet them, but gave a simple sound transmission to a few familiar people. Tell them that they are going to explore the sea of ​​stars and will not return in a short time.

After that, without paying attention to how other people reacted, Cheng Hao left a cultivation technique jade slip in Shuhang’s room, thanking him for his hospitality during this period of time. After stretching for a while, he opened it. Through function of the right eye.

At this time, he was going to the world of Yangshen. In other words, that guy Hong Yi, who is the first friend he made, with the promotion speed of becoming Yangshen in 6 years, he should be invincible in Yangshen now, right?

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On the Eastern Sea, Venerable White, who was playing with a walking tractor, felt a little lost after receiving the news that Cheng Hao was leaving.

“It’s rare to meet an interesting Fellow Daoist who has similar interests in hobby. It’s a shame to leave so soon!”

As for Song Shuhang, who was in the competition, he didn’t have much reaction. Senior expert, it’s normal to go out and explore. Maybe he will be back someday.

As for the Jing Croton Dou, who was locked in his room by Mount Huang and couldn’t go out, I felt the most heartache.

“Woof~ ~ Haotian Senior, why are you leaving now? Anyway, it’s not too late for you to save me and leave!”

After wailing for a moment, Jing Croton Dou suddenly turned his eyes, and then a fascinating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Hehe, Haotian Senior went on an expedition to the stars and the sea, and it is estimated that he will not be back in a short time. When the time comes, I transformed into his appearance. Isn’t it elated?”

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Plane of Yang God!

Western Mountain is a large mountain outside Yujing City, with a radius of nearly 100 miles. Although it is not majestic, it is also dense with dense forests, complex terrain, and many hills, including flowing springs and waterfalls, and chaotic stone mountain forests.

There are many foxes and wild beasts in the mountains. Every winter, some aristocrats and nobles go hunting in the mountains.

At the foot of Western Mountain, there is a ruined temple called Qiuyue Temple. It is now the time when the sky is dark, and the north wind roars and cracks cracks on the four walls.

In the courtyard of the temple’s side hall, basil was all over the ground, withered grass was rolled up by the wind, and it was desolate.

“This temple is more desolate than it was when I came last time. I don’t know how long it has been since I left.”

Standing in front of the temple, Cheng Hao was silent for a long time. When he came last time, there was an ordinary old monk in the temple. Now, things have remained the same, but people have changed. The temple is here, but people have changed. No trace.

Sighed, Cheng Hao walked along the path of Western Mountain, step by step towards the mountain. Now that he is here, he is going to go to Western Mountain again to pay homage to his parents in the name of this world.

In the deep mountains, there were several screams, like wolves and foxes, mixed in the night breeze, and like night owls.

When he came for the first time, he still had a sense of caution in his heart, but now to revise an old haunt, there is less fear and more emotion.

The tomb of Cheng Dingguo and his wife was unexpectedly clean. It was not overgrown with weeds and dust as he had imagined. It seemed that there were people who often came here to clean.

“Two people, I’m here again.”

In the past, my realm was low, and I couldn’t see what the two people buried in front of me were related to him. I didn’t even understand whether anyone was buried here in this cemetery.

But now, when he came to this Western Mountain cemetery again, in front of the tomb of Ding Guohou and his wife, Cheng Hao smiled, because in this cemetery, no one exists at all, here, it is just an empty mound.

In other words, the Young Marquis identity acquired by Cheng Hao when he first traversed to Yangshen world was purely Clear Sky Mirror’s consumption of luck to get him a false identity. In this Yangshen world, there is no Ding Guohou originally. House.

Standing in front of the tombstone for a long time, Cheng Hao sighed. Originally, he came here to completely determine the cause and effect. In the end, there is no cause and effect at all.

“I’ve been watching it for so long, Brother Hong Yi, won’t you come out and meet?”

Turning his head, Cheng Hao looked to the side of the mountain range, where, on top of a towering giant tree, a flood of azure clothes, from far to near, quickly arrived.

“Brother Cheng, you really are still alive!”

Standing in front of the mausoleum, Hong Yi continuously looked at Cheng Hao up and down. He hadn’t seen him in a few years. In his opinion, Brother Cheng, who was deep and unmeasurable at the beginning, was still as strong as the sea, even if he is now half-footed in. Beyond the horizon, but still gave him a feeling that he couldn’t speculate.

Looking at the same face, just more mature and stronger Hong Yi, Cheng Hao laughed, and with a wave of his hand, a round table plus two stools appeared outside the tomb.

Sitting on the stool casually, Cheng Hao beckoned to Hong Yi and motioned him to come forward and sit down.

The corner of Hong Yi’s mouth was slightly smiled, not restrained, sitting on a stool, looking at Cheng Hao quietly, as if waiting for him to speak first.

Cheng Hao looked around at the deep and gloomy night view of Western Mountain, and then sighed, “This Western Mountain is the place where I and Hong Yi brother first met.”

“Yes, I was the unwelcome concubine in the Hou Mansion at that time, and Brother Cheng, you are a powerful Martial Dao powerhouse. In this Western Mountain, we also obtained the cultivation method of Yangshen for the first time! “

Hearing Cheng Hao talked about the past, Hong Yi was also embarrassed. During the expression, the color of memories appeared, and he seemed to have a lot of emotion.

“Yeah, here, it can be regarded as the starting place for our cultivation.” Cheng Hao nodded, then pointed to the Qiuyue Temple under the mountain, “Now I come back again, the old monk in that temple is no longer there. I just don’t know. Concubine Yuan and Bai Ziyue, are they still in the world?”

“Concubine Yuan and Brother Bai are Thunder Tribulation ghosts and immortals. They have long been free from the mystery of life and death. Brother Cheng has only left that’s all for ten years. For them, it is just a retreat that’s all.”

Hong Yi laughed, then stared at Cheng Hao closely, and asked word by word: “I just don’t know, where did Brother Cheng go all these years? With the strength that I am about to reach the other side, I can’t detect it. A trace of Brother Cheng!”