Perfect World: From the Middle Period of Chaos

Chapter 123
Outside the city, the sun was setting, the scorching red sun began to fall, and the sky was blood red.

Above the desert, with the city gate behind them, two young men and a strange beast walked side by side.

The white-haired young man has a stern and steady face, wearing white clothes, a slender and strong figure, and carrying a dark red magic bow.

"Let's send it here." Meng Tianzheng looked back, his silver-white hair reflected a little blood-red under the fiery red sky.

Song Hua nodded and stopped, Ergou also stopped, watching Meng Tianzheng.

"Let's go and say goodbye, we don't know life or death, but I hope that we can all hear each other's reputation!" Meng Tianzheng said solemnly.

"Okay, as long as there is an inexplicable Tianjiao who defeats or kills the Young Supreme, it will be either you or me!" Song Hua said softly, his thick black hair draped over his shoulders, sword eyebrows and star eyes.

Meng Tianzheng smiled when he heard this, and said: "I know this well, the name of the bandit will resound throughout the nine heavens."

They have already negotiated, as long as they encounter things that are beneficial to them, they will get involved.

"A lot of archaeology, after all, who knows if there is anything we need in it."

"After the materials are complete, you can go back to the city behind you, wait for the other party, and report the situation every five years." Song Hua said.

"Try not to reveal your identity, after all, we are a sweet potato."

Meng Tianzheng nodded when he heard this, recovered his senses, turned his back to Song Hua, waved his hands, stepped forward, and said boldly: "Let's go!"

He seems to have returned to the time when he didn't know Song Hua. During that time, he kept shuttling in every place in the Three Thousand Dao State, accepting various challenges and fighting.

When the two of them are together, either they can instantly kill their opponents, or they are very difficult to kill. They don't have the sense of urgency to be hunted down.

"Take care!" Song Hua and Ergou shouted.

Watching Meng Tianzheng leave.

The setting sun reflected Meng Tianzheng's figure, and the dusk stretched his shadow long.

Just a few steps away, it has already disappeared between heaven and earth.

"I want to go out too!" Ergou said at this time.

Song Hua lowered his head, his eyes were calm, then nodded, and said, "Go."

He understands that sooner or later they will be separated, after all their paths are different.

But if you come back alive, you can meet again.

In order to find those fetishes, they did not hesitate to waste time, and did not hesitate to have their peers far surpass their cultivation.

But if it does succeed, it will take time to catch up.

Ergou also left, turned his head reluctantly, and walked in the opposite direction of Meng Tianzheng alone.

Song Hua took a long breath, without sadness or loss, because parting had been too much for him.

"I have to go alone!" He clenched his fists and walked towards the city.

After finding the altar that is about to cross the state, he wants to leave Wuliangtian and venture into other heavens!
But the distance between Jiutian is too far, so I can only slowly search for the teleportation altar in the city and continue teleporting.

"Selling buns, Jiaolong buns, sweet and delicious."

"Those who are going to Yangcheng, hurry up and make a round, or you won't be able to leave if it's too late!"

"Spirits heading to Shangjing City, hurry up."

The bustling city, the bustling city with people coming and going, huge boats flying across the sky from time to time, carrying many people.

The people in the city were no strangers to it, for they had become accustomed to the momentary darkness.

Song Hua has already changed his appearance.

His face became softer, and he looked like a handsome and handsome man, wearing a Tsing Yi, white shoes, sword eyebrows and star eyes, holding a white fan.

Every move shows the demeanor of a son, unrestrained, but exudes the meaning of a gentleman, which makes people feel good after seeing it.

"What a handsome son, I don't know whose family he is from, he is really handsome and handsome."

Pedestrians on the street swallowed subconsciously when they saw this scene, men, women and children, all killed.

"I'm afraid this is not a young supreme, otherwise how can there be such an aura."

"It looks gentle and elegant, but in fact there is extremely violent energy dormant in his body, like a tyrannosaur traveling."

Some people with high morality saw a clue, but no one dared to offend.

"Hey, have the portraits of Meng Tianzheng, Song Hua, and the two thugs all been exposed?!"

At this time, riots suddenly appeared on the street, and there were many discussions.

A group of people poured out from the center of the street. They were the people who came down from huge boats. They brought news that there were finally portraits of these people.

Back then, they only listened to his name, but not his person.

And it's a relatively remote place.

"These portraits were drawn when Princess Qing and others were invited to the lower realm." Someone said.

"This time, Xianyuan and Shengyuan were born to recruit them, but unfortunately, Song Hua and Meng Tianzheng did not agree, and the two thugs did not appear."

"However, the Holy Academy and the Immortal Academy have also recruited a few disciples. Although they come from the lower realm, their strength is only a little weaker than that of the princess."

Everyone was discussing, and Song Hua also squeezed past, a little curious about why his portrait and Meng Tianzheng's portrait were preached here so late.

After all, they have been here for three months.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of our patriarch, the appearance is so tough, it is this righteous man," said someone wearing a black hood.

"This is Song Hua and Meng Tianzheng?" Someone looked at the two people on the scroll and exclaimed.

"These are not the two people from a few days ago. The white-haired one is Meng Tianzheng, and the black-haired one is Song Hua."

This is a blade creature saying that it was the person who saw Song Hua that day. In fact, many people in the city also saw them.

However, they hadn't seen the two of them at that time, they just felt that the two of them were extraordinary.

"Unfortunately, they left the city early today and left here long ago." Someone said regretfully.

Song Hua didn't care too much, took out some things by the way, came to an altar, boarded the huge boat, and prepared to go to another place.

Qingweitian, Qingweitian belongs to Wuliangtian's next door, and it is an important place in the ancient immortal era.

In a dark red desert, someone is walking forward, with continuous footprints, red sand everywhere, and red mountains standing around.

The name of Qing Weitian is somewhat incompatible. It seems that this place has experienced the baptism of countless wars, like blood staining the free land.

The breeze rolled up the red sand on the ground, revealing white corpses from time to time.

Song Hua walked steadily forward, his face was flushed, as if he had just finished something, and he was holding a map.

"It's been a year since I came to Qingweitian," he said with emotion.

That's right, he has been in Qingweitian for a year.

Over the past year, he has been searching for all kinds of gods, traveling through various secret realms, just to find the gods in the original book.

He kept robbing those younger generations, even the disciples of the Holy Academy and the Immortal Academy were robbed by him.

Let him get the God Forging Art and the Body Forging Art.

The Exercise Art is a method of body training, but it is a pity that it is incomplete, there are only a few parts, it is not complete, and the complete exercise art is in the holy courtyard.

The God Forging Art belongs to the Immortal Academy, which is dedicated to training the primordial spirit, but it is not complete.

Although he was perfect in the realm of the gods, he still practiced the two major techniques to check his own defects.

What he thinks is perfect may not be perfect, and there are still some places that can be practiced.

Similarly, he found a map in the secret realm, which recorded the place where the Golden Crow fell, and there should be such a thing as the Sun God Vine.

Following the guidance of the map, he came to this red land, which is said to be the place where the Golden Crow fell.

There are crises everywhere here, and no one can get close to the depths on weekdays.

(End of this chapter)