Jiang Hao's Poem (1)

At the eastern border, Bi Zhu was being escorted by three people deep into the mountain.

"Senior, why do you think the immortals are looking for me?" Bi Zhu asked Gu Changsheng secretly.

At this moment, she was standing on a flying magical artifact. She felt that the Fallen Immortal Clan's magical artifact was peculiar. It was extremely fast.

It was not just the magical artifact. The people were also in harmony with the world around them. Their immortal energy and the aura of the world complemented each other.

Thus, their artifacts were more powerful and faster.

Their spell techniques were also incredibly powerful.

This clan could make anyone tremble in fear.

These were just a bunch of Immortal Humans. What were the True Immortals and Heavenly Immortals like?

It was hard to imagine that they had lost in the era of the Human Emperor.

The human race was weak. They had few advantages against such a powerful enemy.