Boundless Sky

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Can you imagine a group of cultivators driving a walk-behind tractor soaring across the ocean?

Black smoke billowed above the turbulent sea. Dozens of walking tractors ran wildly in the ocean at a speed faster than sports cars. Fearless of thunder, lightning and waves, they galloped towards the depths of the East China Sea.

In the sky over the East China Sea, thousands of cultivators, driving the flying magic weapon, followed all the way, watching this unique walk-behind tractor competition with great excitement.

Cheng Hao rubbed his forehead, and finally confirmed his previous judgment. The monks in this world really have the attribute of being funny!

He can understand Yujian flying competition, but what the hell is walking tractor competition?

Wow! Missiles, cannons, and laser weapons were all refitted onto tractors one by one by these funny guys. This scene is really fucking ruining the three views.

Venerable White, Song Shuhang and others were having a great time driving the walking tractor. Cheng Hao pondered for a while, but in the end he did not show up to meet them. Instead, he sent a simple voice transmission to a few people he knew well, They are going to explore the sea of ​​stars by themselves, and they will not come back in a short time.

After that, Cheng Hao didn't pay any attention to the reaction of other people. He casually left a Jade Slip in Shuhang's room as a thank you for his hospitality during this time. After stretching, he opened it. The passing function of the right eye.

This time, he is going to go to the world of Yangshen. In other words, that guy Hong Yi is the first friend he has made. With the speed at which he has achieved Yangshen's advancement in six years, he should be invincible in the plane of Yangshen now. ?

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Above the East China Sea, Venerable Bai, who was having a great time driving a walk-behind tractor, felt a little lost after receiving the news of Cheng Hao's departure.

"It's rare to meet an interesting fellow Taoist with similar interests. It's a pity to leave so soon!"

As for Song Shuhang, who was in the competition, he didn't have much reaction. Seniors are experts, it's normal to go out on an adventure, and maybe he will come back someday.

As for Jingba Doudou, who was imprisoned in his room by Zhenjun Huangshan and could not go out, his heart ached the most.

"Wang~~Senior Haotian, why did you leave now? It's not too late for you to rescue me and leave!"

After wailing for a moment, Jingba Doudou suddenly rolled his eyes, and then a bewildered smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, senior Haotian went to explore the stars and the ocean, and he probably won't be back in a short time. Wouldn't it be nice for me to transform into his appearance at that time?"

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The plane of the Yang God!

Xishan is a large mountain outside Yujing City, with a radius of nearly a hundred miles. Although it is not majestic, it is also densely forested, with complex terrain, many hills, flowing springs, waterfalls, and rocky mountains.

There are many foxes feeding on wolves and wild animals in the mountains. Every winter, some princes and nobles will go hunting in the mountains.

At the foot of the West Mountain, there is a dilapidated temple named Qiuyue Temple. It is now the time when the sky is dark, and the north wind is howling, making the walls on all sides rattle.

In the courtyard of the side hall of the temple, basil is all over the ground, withered grass is blown up by the wind, and it is desolate.

"This temple is even more desolate than the last time I came, and I don't know how long it has been since I left last time."

Standing in front of the temple, Cheng Hao was silent for a long time. When he came last time, there was still an ordinary old monk in this temple, but now, things have changed, and the temple is still there, but the old man has disappeared.

Sighing, Cheng Hao walked towards the mountain step by step on the path of the West Mountain. Now that he came here, he planned to go to the West Mountain again to pay homage to his parents in name in this world.

In the deep mountains, there were several mournful howls, like wolves and foxes, mixed in the night wind, like night owls.

When he came here for the first time, he still had a sense of caution in his heart, but now that he revisits the old place, he has less fear and more emotion.

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

"You two, here I come again."

In the past, my level was low, so I couldn't see through the relationship between the two people buried in front of me and him. I didn't even understand whether anyone was buried here in this cemetery.

But now, coming to the Xishan cemetery again, in front of the tomb of Marquis Dingguo and his wife, Cheng Hao smiled, because in this cemetery, no one exists at all, here is just an empty tomb.

That is to say, when Cheng Hao traveled to the world of Yangshen for the first time, he obtained the identity of Young Master, purely because the Haotian mirror used his luck to create a false identity for him. In this world of Yangshen, there was no fixed country Hou Fu.

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

"It's been so long, brother Hong Yi, don't you come out and meet?"

Turning his head, Cheng Hao looked towards the side of the mountain range, where, on top of a towering giant tree, Hong Yi in a green shirt came from far to near in an instant.

"Brother Cheng, you are still alive!"

Standing in front of the mausoleum, Hong Yi kept looking up and down at Cheng Hao. He hadn't seen him for several years. Brother Cheng, who seemed to him to be unfathomable at the beginning, was still as powerful as a deep ocean, even though he had half stepped into the mausoleum now. After reaching the other shore, it still gave him a feeling of being unpredictable.

Seeing Hong Yi who had the same face but was more mature and stronger, Cheng Hao smiled, and with a wave of his hand, a round table and two stools appeared outside the mausoleum.

Sitting on the stool casually, Cheng Hao waved to Hong Yi, motioning him to sit down.

Hong Yi smiled slightly, but he was not restrained. He sat on the stool and looked at Cheng Hao quietly, as if he was waiting for him to speak first.

Cheng Hao looked around at the deep and dark night scene of Xishan, and then sighed, "This Xishan is the place where Hong Yi and I met for the first time."

"That's right, at that time I was an unpopular bastard in the Marquis's Mansion, and Brother Cheng, you are a powerful martial artist, and in this Western Mountain, we also obtained the cultivation method of the Yang God for the first time! "

Hearing that Cheng Hao talked about the past, Hong Yi also sighed endlessly, his expression revealed memories, and he seemed to be full of emotion.

"Yes, this place can be regarded as the starting place of our practice." Cheng Hao nodded, and then pointed to the Qiuyue Temple at the foot of the mountain, "Now that I come back again, the old monk in that temple is gone, but I don't know I don't know if the concubine Yuan and Bai Ziyue are still in this world?"

"Concubine Yuan and Brother Bai are ghost immortals of Thunder Tribulation, and they have already got rid of the mystery of life and death. Brother Cheng has only been away for ten years. For them, it is just a retreat."

Hong Yi smiled, then fixed his eyes, stared at Cheng Hao closely, and asked word by word: "I just don't know, where has Brother Cheng been all these years? I can't detect a trace of Brother Cheng!"