The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 221: Benefiting the World and Building a Great Column
Above the nine heavens, a cloud of fire passed by and headed straight to the west.

Wu Gong sat upright on the Fire Qilin, with mysterious light flowing behind his head, forming an invisible shield to avoid the strong wind.

Next to the Fire Kirin was Zhang Xiaofan, holding the reins.

It was his first time to fly in the sky, and he was traveling with the Immortal Lord of the Holy Land, which made him very nervous.

He has always been a man of few words, but he has a very strong character. He just wants to be a beast slave and just hold the leash obediently.

This time, the powerhouse is Fire Kirin, and he is just a foil.

There is no need to control the direction or consume mana. You can just stand in the clouds and silently comprehend the magic skills.

The Heart Demon Bell around Fire Kirin's neck has strange power. He has just suffered a loss and does not dare to be careless at this moment. He just wants to learn the magic skills as soon as possible.

The Pingshan Holy Land does not have any sectarianism, unlike the Qingyun Sect, which cannot stand the evil cult's techniques.

Pingshan emphasizes using the product right away.

No matter whether it is Buddhism, Taoism, demons, ghosts, corpses, witches, monsters, or gods, as long as you want to learn and have enough contribution points to exchange, no one will care.

Even if all your skills are integrated into one, that is your own ability and no one can question it.

Wu Gong sat calmly on the back of the Qilin, overlooking the mountains and rivers below.

The world of Zhu Xian has a profound cultural heritage, with undulating terrain and numerous peaks and ridges.

In the wilderness and forests everywhere, you can hear the howling of monkeys and the roaring of lions, and the flying of magical birds, and everywhere you can see the energy of spiritual practitioners.

There are many well-developed roads between the mountains for people to travel.

However, there are few pedestrians on the mountain roads. In this world, ordinary people dare not travel far.

The monsters and beasts in the mountains are wild and difficult to tame, and most of them are man-eaters.

Originally, the three major righteous sects would regularly clear out the monsters, and the evil sects would also capture monsters as food.

But at this moment, all the good and evil forces have been captured, and there is no one to clear out the wild monsters, so the mountain path will gradually become deserted.

As Wu Gong traveled along the way, whenever he saw a mountain range where spiritual energy gathered, he would casually throw down a few inheritances.

They could be Taoist magic, martial arts techniques, magical weapons, elixir seeds, or even one or two magical powers.

These things are all resources for cultivation. It doesn’t matter whether they are obtained by monsters or humans.

The important thing is that Wu Gong wanted to do it, so he did it.

Follow your heart and act at your own pace.

Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.

However, this little bit of immortal inheritance is no longer worth mentioning to Wu Gong today.

Zhang Xiaofan was standing aside, drooling as he watched.

At first, he tried to remember the location of the opportunity, but gradually, he found that he could not remember it.

There are really too many opportunities left by Wu Gong.

As long as they pass by a strange peak, the existence above the nine heavens will just lightly touch the place where the spiritual energy of the mountain range gathers, and a treasure land of inheritance will immediately rise from the ground.

Zhang Xiaofan saw with his own eyes that in each of those treasured lands, the tests were different depending on the different immortal inheritances.

In some places where there is only one martial arts technique, the tests required are extremely tricky.

But some places with magical powers only have a simple problem.

"What was the previous sentence of Pagoda Suppresses the River Monster?"

"What's the next sentence of 'odd changes, evens remain the same'?"

Zhang Xiaofan has seen strange questions like these more than once.

Anyway, he couldn't understand it and couldn't answer it, so he simply gave up memorizing it.

As a beast slave, his task is to look after the Fire Kirin. He will probably rarely go out in the future, so there is no point in writing it down.

Instead of thinking about this and that, it is better to work honestly and accumulate contribution points.

With contribution points, you can exchange for Pingshan treasures or anything else.

Huoyun’s speed was not slow, but it still took almost three days and three nights to fly.

See the mountains and rivers during the day and enjoy the stars and the moon at night.

They traveled leisurely all the way until the mountains ahead gradually decreased, the water veins gradually increased, and the clouds and mist connected the sky and the earth. "Immortal, we have arrived at the Great Western Swamp." Zhang Xiaofan pulled the reins and stopped the Fire Kirin.

Wu Gong looked ahead and saw a vast sea of ​​white fog.

Infinite water essence, mixed with poisonous miasma, filled the sky and earth, creating a spectacular sight.

Zhang Xiaofan took the initiative to explain: "Immortal Venerable, this Western Great Swamp is also known as the Death Swamp. It is home to countless poisonous insects and ferocious beasts. Few righteous cultivators enter, but there are many demonic cultivators."

"The Ten Thousand Poison Sect, once the most powerful sect of the Demon Sect, had its headquarters in the Poisonous Snake Valley, which is in the Death Swamp."

When he said this, he suddenly paused, remembering that both the righteous and the evil were now enslaved.

After sighing in his heart, he continued, "Immortal Venerable, do you want to enter now?"

"Let's go." Wu Gong nodded, raised his hand slightly, and made a sword finger.

"Zhu Xian, raise your sword!"

Sonorous!

With a clear sword sound, the fierce sword light cut through the sea of ​​fog.

A wide crack stretched straight from the sky to the earth, revealing a road that led to the sky.

Countless mists rolled and surged, trying to close again, but were blocked by the sword energy.

This scene left Zhang Xiaofan dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time.

It was not until the Fire Kirin nudged him that he woke up from his dream.

Soon, the Fire Kirin set off again.

The group flew on the road cut by sword light. Wu Gong saw countless poisonous insects and beasts lurking in the fog, as well as some rare and exotic flowers and herbs.

Three hours later, a wooden wall of invisible height appeared at the end of the avenue.

"Heaven-reaching Jianmu."

Sensing the massive vitality surging inside the wooden wall, Wu Gong raised his eyebrows.

A glimpse of the leopard in the tube can be seen.

This towering Jianmu is indeed the spiritual root that connected heaven and earth in ancient times. The abundance of its life essence is beyond imagination.

"Laifu, go up."

As the Fire Kirin flew upwards, the wooden wall gradually changed.

This huge wooden wall, at the end of the mist, blends harmoniously into a larger object.

Fly through layers of fog.

The world suddenly opens up!
The sky is blue, cloudless and clear.

There was a vast white fog under my feet, wrapping around the giant tree in front of me. The closer I got to the giant tree, the thicker the fog became.

At this moment, Wu Gong was already high in the sky and finally saw the giant tree in front of him clearly.

Even at such a high altitude, the trunk of the giant tree in front of us was still a hundred feet thick. And considering the distance we had flown from the ground to now, what was in front of us was not a tree, but a towering mountain!
Moreover, it still stretches upward, and above the huge trunk, in addition to the equally astonishingly thick branches, it still stretches straight towards the sky.

The group of people were like ants, insignificant in front of this giant tree.

Above the foggy sea, the branches of the Jianmu tree are extremely thick and covered with huge green leaves.

The most eye-catching thing is a strange plant similar to a vine that is wrapped around the tree trunk.

The vines were crisscrossed and had large leaves, with colorful flowers blooming at the top of the branches. They were red, yellow, orange, and purple, and were very beautiful. There seemed to be a faint fragrance wafting in the wind.

Wow.
A gust of wind blew, endless fog rolled up, clouds rose, layer after layer of scenes were like roaring waves, and even the sky and the earth changed color.

This scene, accompanied by the friction sound of Jianmu's branches and leaves, echoed throughout the world.

Zhang Xiaofan was shocked!
This marvelous sight of heaven and earth shocked his mind and made him stand there in a daze.

Wu Gong's eyes were full of wonder, and he couldn't help but praise: "The creation of heaven and earth is endless, and the towering Jianmu is worthy of being the spiritual root that supports the sky."

This boundless fog, countless branches and leaves, and even the entire Western Swamp, are all formed around the spiritual root Jianmu.

If Jianmu had not gathered the spiritual energy and water elements, none of this would have happened.

All there is is the increasingly dangerous Death Swamp, a forbidden zone for all living things.

(End of this chapter)