The strange monks stared at the cracks in the sky, witnessing the cracks transform into thousands of them, creating another apocalyptic world, countless mortal corpses were scattered all over the field, the tragic sunlight also lost its due color, and the gloomy light sprinkled, and the mortals who were not dead struggled to crawl forward, leaving blood all the way.

The vultures hovering above hissed and chirped, flailing their wings and swooping down, their sharp beaks pecking at the crawling crowd......

This is a world surrounded by death, death is liberation, and living beings are tormented.

Some people couldn't help but think, does this mean what kind of meaning does this mean? Is it Huang Quan warning them of their future fate?

Fortunately, the fear has not yet been rendered, and the picture has changed again, it is a world dominated by a group of ghosts, and it is also a world of enslavement, the powerful ghosts and fairies wave their whips to whip a group of bound souls, and in the burning flames are a group of screaming undead, and the boiling oil pot is boiling with heart-rending screaming ghosts......

Eighteen Floors of Hell......

Someone shouted in a panic, this word was like a plague that quickly spread to every corner, that sentence was more like a terrifying seed, taking root and sprouting in the heart, making the cultivators begin to suspect that they had not yet fought each other, and they were sent into the ghost path by Huang Qun.

The chaotic voice buzzed and echoed, Jing Yao snorted lowly, and the red lips lightly said the word 'Lin', the voice was not loud, it was like Hong Zhong Da Lu flooding and whistling in the minds of all the cultivators, and the trembling monks seemed to be re-inspired by an invisible force, regaining their lost confidence.

Jing Yao's expression was serious, the monks who could stand here, which one of them was not a strong man on the vertical and horizontal side, the weakest monk also had a combined cultivation, and there were hundreds of Mahayana monks in a few, such a battle was still easily affected, and I didn't know whether to sigh that they were strong on the outside and strong in the middle, or whether to praise the illusion world that Lu Buwei and Cao Feng replaced was too fantastical.

If it weren't for Jing Yao's ten years in the Maha Cave to comprehend the Buddhist exercises, it would be difficult to wake up the lost monks.

Jing Yao scoffed at the theory of fate, but sometimes she had to believe it, she had seen many monks talk about fate, and at the moment of death, she still felt that the fate could not be changed, but when she thought of everything she had experienced, it seemed that there were traces to follow, and every time she was killed, there was a harvest, or a practice or magic weapon...... It seems that they are all paving the way for the end of the war.

The eighteenth layer of hell also turned into smoke because of the word 'Lin', and dispersed, but Jing Yao frowned slightly, she suddenly realized that this has nothing to do with the monk's concentration, and the real root cause of the dislocation is not the monk, nor is it the illusion world built by the illusionist, and the power of Huangquan has been lurking around, and there should be no inevitable connection.

Thinking like this, the screen projection was like changing the channel, and re-playing it was staged in an inverted way, with staggered picture quality and distorted pictures, Jing Yao finally couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty Liu Xuanjin, is there a problem with witchcraft?"

Liu Xuanjin shook his head and said, "No, I can't feel the slightest breath of witchcraft at all, ...... here"

Before the words fell, the visual picture changed to an endless ocean, and Liu Xuanjin continued: "There is no breath of sea water......

The emperor from the Eastern Regions was a little confused, obviously this existence beyond her cognition made her confused and a little scared at the same time.

The voice of the grass frightened the wind came: "Jingyao Island Master, the illusion has lost its home effect. This means that we are less dominant, and we are relatively more passive.

Lu Buwei said: "Lord Jingyao Island, I have a way to return to the home field, but I need a huge spiritual power as an auxiliary. ”

"Wait. ”

Jing Yao squinted at the blue ocean, the world lost its color, but the ocean was thrillingly blue.

Looking at it closely, there was a vermilion gate on the sea in a moment of sudden unknown, and the gate railing was tilted at 90 degrees to the sea, and if someone came out of it, they could only come out by leaning over.

The sudden vermilion gate was just the beginning, and when the ripples rippled on the sea, thousands of identical gates quickly formed on the water, and the inner world of the portal was wide open, no matter how Jing Yao condensed her pupil power, it was difficult to see what kind of world it was.

Huang Xiufeng said: "I'll take a look." "He prides himself on being unbeatable in speed, and he can get out of danger even if he is in danger, and he is the most suitable place to go.

Yue Qitian stopped: "Don't be impulsive, if you dare to go, I guarantee that you won't come back." ”

Huang Xiufeng was surprised: "Not really." ”

"Isn't it?" "The world we have built cannot dominate, and everything in front of us can only be made by Huang Quan, and the unstable world is like an exotic space opened up, even if you are proficient in space-time magic......"

After the words, Yue Qitian didn't finish speaking, but she didn't have to finish speaking, Huang Xiufeng's face began to look ugly, and he said in a daze: "Then we are completely passive?"

Lin Tianxing said: "Maybe I'll accompany you on a trip." "Huang Xiufeng's escape skills are unparalleled, Lin Tianxing's offensive is strong, and no matter how dangerous the predicament is, the two of them have a chance to survive.

"Don't do anything stupid. Jing Yao was afraid that Lin Tianxing's brain would be hot and rush out, and the absolute main force could not be lost, at this time, Shi Kuang stood up and gently stroked Jiao Lanqin, the light rhythm turned into a cheerful note, and the cyan light rained towards the thousands of vermilion gates.

Everyone looked sideways, and the broken notes hit the vermilion wooden door like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no movement, and suddenly another sound came, like the sound of the bowstring jumping to the extreme, and it was seen that the strings of Jiao Lanqin were broken in two......

The monks of the outer regions don't think anything, but the monks of the middle region have quietly changed, when Shi Kuang cultivated for the weak, with Jiao Lanqin, he had defeated hundreds of monks of the Buddhist Sect, and the first of the combined realm was also killed and lost his armor, and now Shi Kuang is the strongest man who is comparable to the top of the pyramid, but the strings are torn off by the invisible force.

Shi Kuang was not discouraged, and with a wave of his hand, the strings were broken, and then he waved his five fingers to hold down the head, pulling towards the tail, and the blood-red thin line replaced the strings.

The stroking of the hands flowed, the sonorous sound was like the war drums of the two armies facing each other, and a few explosions sounded, and the sound of the piano turned into a long halberd and a snake spear shot towards the erected vermilion portal.

The monks who held their breath looked straight over, and the horror was that this offensive still did not cause any ripples, Shi Kuang hugged the qin silently, and a trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"How?" Liu Xuanjin looked at Shi Kuang.

Shi Kuang slowly shook his head and said, "Try again." ”

Huang Xiufeng sighed: "Don't try, it's a minor injury now, and if you try again, it's a serious injury." ”