Chapter 5329: Authentic god

"Chaos Mountain!"

Di Ping's eyes fell on the dark but not heavy mountain, and said in doubt:

"Why is Chaos Mountain all dark!"

The old man smiled bitterly and said:

"Because no one knows what Chaos Mountain is. Chaos Mountain is the most dangerous place in all realms. There is the world of Chaos Beasts, the chaos of the heavens, the chaos of the laws, the violent and terrifying Chaos Beasts, even the Supreme Dao Sage does not dare to go deep. But I always have the intuition that those people may come from the Chaos Mountain, and as long as they cross the Chaos Mountain, they can reach another world, and they may be the real God Realm!"

Di Ping's heart shook again, and every piece of information Jian Shou told him today was as powerful as a blockbuster, and he was dizzy and subverted his understanding time and time again.

Regarding the battlefield of the Ten Thousand Realms, he listened to Feng Qingxue's words, that the battlefield of the Ten Thousand Realms might be the God Realm once, and if Jian Shou's claim is true, the God Realm has not disappeared, but is on the other side of Chaos Mountain?

Suddenly, Di Ping had a strong thought in his heart. Perhaps Jian Shou was right. Otherwise, whoever put down this phantom fog holy land, a guardian can exert the power of the imaginary god, it is conceivable to put down the holy land. How powerful are the people!

The old man looked at Di Ping and said:

"If you want to save me, maybe you have to be able to cross the Chaos Mountains, enter that world, and become a true god, so that it is possible to liberate me from the Holy Land of Illusory Mist? Do you still think it is possible now?"

Di Ping suppressed the turbulent thoughts in his heart, he looked at Jiansao solemnly said:

"Senior, I don't know how far I can go, but if it is possible, one day I can cross the Chaos Mountain and become a god, I will definitely come back to rescue Senior!"

The old man stared at Di Ping when he heard the words. After a while, he suddenly laughed, his skinny hand grabbed Di Ping's hand and said:

"Well, I believe in your promise. I, Qingyunfeng, are all promises, and I also believe that you will have such a day. Only then, am I still me!"

The old man's voice was low and sorrowful, and he felt a sense of helplessness as the hero had been late.

Di Ping held the Jianshou's hand and choked silently for a while. Jianshou was right. He has been wiped out of consciousness. Is he still Jianshou?

After a while, the old man sighed slightly:

"Okay, my time is running out, you must remember clearly what I will tell you below!"

Di Ping straightened his mood and looked at the old man and said:

"Senior, please tell me!"

The old man looked at Di Ping solemnly and said:

"This time Illusory Mist Holy Land, you must enter. If you want to quickly improve your strength, you must grab the fruit of the original birth. This time there will be a lot of the fruit of the original birth. You can grab as much as you can!"

Di Ping doubted:

"I can use the fruit of the original birthplace!"

The old man looked at Di Ping and said:

"Do you know what the fruit of the original birthplace is?"

Di Ping shook his head with a puzzled expression. The old man looked at Di Ping and said:

"Kill!"

"Killing?"

Di Ping was taken aback for a moment, but then, a flash of light flashed in his mind. Suddenly, his eyes were filled with shock, and he looked at Jianshou and said:

"Senior, you mean..."

The old man suddenly smiled tragically, his eyes flashed with darkness, and said:

"You guessed it! Illusory mist, in the holy land, every day of the fight, all the souls and laws are swallowed by the holy land, and they are fed to the sacred tree of the primordial birth to form the fruit of the primordial birth. The more you kill, the fruit of the primordial birth The more knots!"

Di Ping's eyes were horrified but bright. At this time, he finally realized one thing, why he got so little soul energy from killing alien beasts and strong men in Illusory Mist. He didn't care about it before, thinking it was so much.

Now he understands that these soul energy have been snatched from the Holy Land of Illusory Mist and supplied to the Primordial Sacred Tree!

Jiansao looked down and said:

"In the past few years, the reason why I have occupied the illusion fog, not let the Xuanyuan realm people enter the illusion fog, and even hide the existence of the fruit of the original birth, is to protect them, but I can't stop it, the temple's The will has become stronger and stronger. I am about to lose my will. If it weren't for hiding in this cloud withered hole, the remaining will in my body would have been consumed!"

Only then did Di Ping understand that Jianshou was hiding in this cloud hole not to heal his injuries, but to isolate the holy land from corroding his will.

The old man then said:

"Little friend, your strength is still too weak. The opening of the magic fog holy land is your opportunity. The fruit of the original birth is extremely mysterious. Those people who spend a lot of time to collect the fruit of the original birth must be of extraordinary value, but you remember, the original birth The fruit must not be swallowed by refining, you have to slowly realize, absorb the law of the holy way, and condense the heaven and the earth to achieve the holy way!"

Di Ping nodded and said:

"Swordsman don't worry, I know!"

The old man held Di Ping's hand sharply, his eyes tightly looked at Di Ping and said:

"Remember, the sword sharpening order is extremely important in the Holy Land. It will guide you to the position of the sacred tree of the primordial fetus. That is the token that I refine by using the rules. Their talents are too low for the original birth, and the fruit of the primordial birth will always reach them Less than that height, only you, I believe you, you will be able to succeed!"

Di Ping also held Jiansou's hand tightly:

"Senior don't worry, I will go all out, and I will never disappoint my seniors!"

The old man seemed to have exhausted his strength, and slowly lay flat, muttering:

"Okay, I believe you...Let my two foolish children come in!"

Di Ping nodded, let go of Jianshou's hand, walked out the door, and saw Yun Tuo had already arrived at some time, and he was standing outside the courtyard with Yuanshou. The two of them looked sad, with tears in their eyes. Looking at the door with nervous eyes.

Di Ping beckoned to the two of them, and the two hurried in. The old man beckoned weakly with his hands. The two came to the bed and said sadly:

"Sword... old man!"

Jian Shou slowly turned his head and looked at the two of them. His eyes had become a little muddy, and he muttered as he watched them:

"Call Master, right?"