Chapter 1103

"No, this is not a phalanx, but... A world?"

The short wax gourd monk thought of a result that he was not very willing to accept.

That is, the dark world in which he now lives is not a phalanx, but a "world", an independent world.

As for what kind of world it is, monk dwarf wax gourd also pondered for a long time, and finally his brain was bright.

"The mountains and rivers and the country!"

He didn't think of the world he lived in, which was similar to the world in the map of mountains and rivers. What he didn't know was that he came from the world in the map of mountains and rivers.

Because of this kind of magic weapon world, the map of mountains, rivers and countries is one of the most well-known treasures, and it can be regarded as the representative of this kind of magic weapon that can form an independent world.

So friar dwarf wax gourd first thought of "mountain and river country map", but what he didn't expect was that he was really in the world of "mountain and river country map", the treasure of heaven.

"Hope is not" the map of mountains and rivers "..."

monk xiaodonggua secretly said that he hoped that his world was not the world of "mountain and river country map", because he was confident to deal with other magic weapon world, but if it was the world of "mountain and river country map", he had no way but to wait for death.

The painting of mountains and rivers and the country is a treasure of heaven. When a monk saw it, he felt his heart trembling.

Even if Zhou Hao's painting of mountains and rivers and the country is only volume one, and the level has not reached the holy level, however, as long as the monk is trapped in it, as long as the master of the scroll is killed, then the trapped person will die!

The monk looked at the endless dark world, and then looked for a ray of light, that is, to find a breakthrough to leave the world.

After swimming in the dark for a while, he found that things were far from simple, so he offered his favorite magic weapon, a blue pot, hanging on his head to protect himself and bless his magic power.

It's more than that simple.

The more he swam, the more he realized that the world was not simple.

As a saint level monk, he still has his own judgment. He feels that the world is far from as simple as he imagined.

"Is it really the painting of mountains and rivers and the country..."

the monk of dwarf wax gourd murmured, feeling more and more empty.

He wondered if he was really going to die in this damned world.

Boom!

He made a fist and sent out a bright fist, which hit him hard into the darkness on his right.

The fire red fist awn soon drowned in the darkness on his right, but at the same time, a fire red light suddenly appeared in the darkness on his left.

Short wax gourd monk a Zheng, thought that this world launched a bombardment, so quickly alert to prepare for war, looking at the fire red light.

However, how to look at it and feel the fire red light so familiar?

Friar dwarf wax gourd carefully observed the fire red light. When the light was closer and clearer, he was surprised.

"Isn't that my fist?"

He was right. The fire red light coming from the darkness on his left was the red fist he had just hit his right!