The Holy son's structure is too small.

Danzhou.

A thousand miles of fertile land, mountains and rivers.

The mountain range was like a belt, and one of the peaks was particularly tall and steep. It was the main peak of this mountain range. The sky was falling, and the waist of the peak was surrounded by clouds. The peak was covered in snow all year round, like a hat.

Above the green sky, lights flashed and he fuqiong and his group appeared.

This place was extremely far from the Northwest of the Cizhou. As far as the eye could see, the grass was lush, the birds and beasts were at ease, the mountains were majestic, and the water was gentle, but none of them had been affected by the divine tree's loss of control.

When he estimated that the distance was about right, he fuqiong suddenly stopped and stood in the air.

The others also stopped flying and looked at each other.

At this moment, suzhentian and cen fangpo quickly asked,"Daoist he, what's going on?"