The ring of black light exploded silently. Several rays of virtual light shot towards the shadows that had escaped.

Dozens of saints were considered to be masterful, and the light around them shone brightly, condensing the Dao light shield, and at the same time, various spells were twisted in the palm of their hands, hitting the flying void light. Dozens of spells are like slashing on the illusion, silently passing through light and shadow. "Divine Attack"!

Waiting for dozens of sages to reflect, the void light silently passed through the defensive light shield and pierced into the sage's eyebrows. Dozens of saints instantly froze in the airspace where the fire was rolling, staring at the unbelievable eyes, the black pupils flashed with a phantom smile, and the holy body shook thin long lines, and the waves of skin twitched towards the center of the eyebrows.

A void-shaped holy shadow gradually pulled out from the center of his eyebrows and flew towards the Void Light Temple.

There was a small staccato, like a thin strand of hair being torn apart, and there was a crisp sound. A saint priest stretched out his hand to twist the void light, and the illusory sword flew towards the flying void light.

The black phantom of several void rays slashed in succession, and the figure fled into the distance, and when it passed through the sides of several holy friends who were twitching behind him, he didn't dare to glance at it, and the shadow passed by.

The convulsive Holy Friend's eyes suddenly flashed with a ray of blue, and several arms were raised strangely, piercing straight towards the Holy Priest who had fled to his side.

The Swift Saint's Divine Sense was like a sword, swinging the air and slashing away, desperately slashing the flying void light. The saint's face twitched, and his painful face was deformed as if it were drained of blood. A pair of dull eyes slowly lowered, and in the Danhai, several bloody hands crossed through the abdomen, and between a sharp bloody finger, a bead of chaotic pearl light was tightly held. The pearl light shone with a faint blue glow, lit up, and dimmed as if the energy was broken.

The illusory lightsaber that the saint swielded in the air stopped in the airspace, flashing a faint blue light several times, like a wilted eggplant, slowly shrinking away from the light. Poof! Several flashes of light passed through the center of the saint's eyebrows, and a phantus figure was picked out from between the eyebrows, and in a flash it disappeared into the ghostly temple.

Dozens of holy images of fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Falling slowly, magma flames flew into the air, surging waves of fire, rolling corpses and rolling in the flames. Although the flames rushed viciously, they were helpless against the corpses, even if they fell into the boiling flames, they were like corpses floating in blood water, floating and floating.

The arc-shaped void light flying in the sky seemed to have eaten a booster. It grew hundreds of feet wildly, and gradually turned into a black ring of light, shining strangely in the magma-like city of the "Wasteland Holy City".

The war between the Zerg and the Plants intensified, and the mutual attacks dispersed to the four regions. Every time a major cultivator flies to the airspace of the "Wasteland Holy City". Fighting and fighting, the ghost is missing.

The Holy Clan, who has an alliance with the Zhi Clan, really can't afford to wait for the letter of the "Wasteland Temple", and spontaneously joins the battle group, the Zerg is too arrogant, and it seems that they are full of confidence, and they are crazy to attack the Holy Clan and the Zhi Clan.

The number of Sages who have joined the warband is extremely small. And the more you fight, the less you fight, one day, two days, ten years, fifty years. The wars in the three cities of the wasteland are gradually decreasing, and the three clans only have wars in a few small airspace, and the warbands are no longer as crazy and tragic as they were decades ago. There were even very few monks above the Condensation Realm who joined the battle group.

The wasteland was shrouded in a black aura that expanded from time to time. Smoke rose in the aura, and the light shadow filamentous smoke kept rising, condensing and gathering in the strange wind direction, like the residual smoke after the war. Hazy in the sky. Devouring the cultivators who occasionally enter the smoke and dust.

The war of the three clans was squeezed into the "Three Realms Wasteland", away from this wasteland shrouded in a ghostly aura. No cultivator dared to enter this smoky realm again, calling the "Three Realms Pass" the "Ghost Gate Pass". When a cultivator enters, there will be no return.

The "Three Realms Wasteland" has also lost its former ghostly nature. The "Three Realms Wind Direction" is gone. Since there is a "ghost gate". The "Three Realms Wasteland" has never changed the "direction of the wind" again. Nowadays, the realm of the "Three Realms Desolate Domain" no longer exists.

The black pile of broken bones in the flower field is as high as a mountain. Columns of yellow-brown smoke hovered in the airspace, like heavy dark clouds, covering the remnants of hundreds of miles. The yellow-brown smoke rose and fell, and clumps hung high in the airspace, emitting a pungent and strange smell that made the sage smell sick.

Occasionally, there are monks of the Holy Clan, the Plant Clan, and the Zerg Clan who come to this domain to look for treasures. This must have been the most tragic battlefield a hundred years ago, and countless heavenly and earthly treasures had fallen in this domain. Finding a holy bag, a planting bag, a worm bag, that is a considerable wealth.

Although there are many cultivators who come, they often return empty-handed, and all the cultivators are puzzled, although the war was tragic back then, it was not so that the holy bag, the plant bag, and the insect bag were all gone, and the bones were all there, how could the bag be gone?

Countless unwilling cultivators fled into this disgusting airspace, turning over the stumps like mountains, although the sticky gas that got into their noses made their eyes protrude out, and their eyes turned yellow. Or work hard to rummage, ten, thirty, two hundred.

The cultivators had to escape from the thick yellow smoke, the yellow-brown smoke was so heavy that the irritating snot was a handful of tears, and the stomach was about to vomit. From time to time, the fog of the yellow snake coiled like a circle of puffs and poofs, and the brain-digging people were cautious, and the back of the head was always cold and swishing in the stinky area of the corpse mountain.

In particular, this place is too close to the "Ghost Gate Pass", and no cultivator dares to enter it again, and accidentally enters the "Ghost Gate Pass" aura, I am afraid that both people and money will be empty.

Nowadays, the life of the saint of the "Three Realms Wasteland" is much heavier than the holy relic, and it is not easy to survive the hundred-year melee, although there is also a war between the three newly built desolate cities, it is also a small fight, a matter of life, no cultivator will do it, even the Zerg who like impulsiveness have learned to be well-behaved, not to mention the insect tide, that is, ten thousand insects come out of the Zerg Deserted City. You have to be cautious, for fear of encountering the great cultivators of the Zhi Clan and the Holy Clan, and kill them with one skill.

It's not without reason that the Zerg is so ice-free, most of the time in the hundred-year melee is the Zerg killing each other, the first to join the battle group are the Zerg big worms, and the ones who arrived later are the Zerg small worms, the big worms in the Wasteland Worm City are separated by the ghostly "Ghost Gate", and so far they can't carry out the "Three Realms Wasteland", and the Zerg Deserted City only has a few big insects in the Expansion Realm, which can't compete with the Great Cultivators of the Plant Desert City and the Holy Clan's Deserted City.

The reason why the Zerg in the wasteland can not be killed by the Zerg is also because the Holy Clan does not want to lose the troublemaker of the Zerg, and if there is a Zerg in the Zerg, they will not be able to cultivate with peace of mind. The Holy Family can get more benefits.

Although the war is extinguished, cultivation has become a big problem, resources, or resources. After the Great War, the "Three Realms Wasteland" was in ruins. Trees that are more than 1,000 years old have been destroyed. In the entire wasteland, only the medicinal herbs that are less than a hundred years old are still there, and they are of no use to the overcultivators.

Treasure hunting in all regions has risen again. It is easier to go to the "Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Tomb" to pick up treasures than to "pass the ghost gate". The energy of the three clans is concentrated on the "Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Grave", and the wars caused by this are also constant from time to time.

There are also cultivators who do not believe in evil and want to break through the "ghost gate", and enter the yellow-brown stench, and there are more cultivators who are scared half to death than dead cultivators.

On this day, the two Qi Condensing Realm Sages sneakily approached the Corpse Mountain Stinky Domain.

Just approaching the edge of the yellow-brown mist, the holy woman covered her mouth with several layers of veils, and a breath of sour air almost erupted from her throat.

The masked saint beside him reacted more violently than the saint, covering his mouth with his hands, and staring at several layers of light shields outside his body to no avail. The light escape to block the holy weapons and spells is passable, and it seems that blocking this stink is too wrong. The masked saint seemed to have been choked by the neck as if by a demon, and his white forehead was purple.

"Weng Chuangong, this corpse mountain stinks better than ten years ago. These worms are rotting." Covering her mouth, the holy woman who only left two pairs of eyes said with a half-vomit. The voice was a little whining, as if he didn't dare to open his lips when he spoke.

The masked saint said "hmm", "Xuan Chuangong, you wait a while."

After the masked saint slipped away from the black stone in the distance, he stretched out his head to look at the masked saint, quickly took off his veil, tendoned his nose, twisted his face, and held his breath. Although the face is tangled and ugly, it can still be recognized after a closer look, it turns out to be Weng Di, the envoy of the Ethereal Peak.

After two spurts and two rubbings, Weng Di took the half-wet veil and brought it to his nose, sniffing it from a distance. I took two turbidity breaths, tangled my face that was about to be flattened, gently shook the half-wet veil twice, closed my chin, and stalked again, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and grinned and put the half-wet veil on my face layer by layer.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he took a breath, and he could see that the face inside the veil was sarcastic. There was no way, Miao Meng asked Weng Di and Xuanhe to explore the way, wanting to take their brothers through the "Ghost Gate" and go to the "Wasteland Holy City". The young master has disappeared for more than a hundred years since the beginning of the war, and Miao Meng and other disciples think that the young master must have returned to the holy realm, and now he can't wait for a day in the holy desolate city. Several times sent Weng Di and others to visit the reality of the "Ghost Gate".

The white shadow flashed, and Weng Di fled to Xuanhe's side.

Xuanhe covered her mouth and said "Hmm", knowing the stinky area of the corpse mountain.

The yellow-brown fog, which is getting higher and higher, hangs in the airspace in a daze, rolling like thunderclouds that come from a storm, scurrying and churning with a miasma.

Weng Di fled against the light, and his body stood straight, not like he was bowing his big back just now, hmm, with Xuanhe's gaze, he condensed towards the stinky corpse mountain. Xuanhe, who was looking at the distance beside him, was like a sick seedling, shaking weakly. "Hmm", "hmm" suppressed the fishy breath in his mouth.

"Let's go, let's go into the miasma." Weng Di Yushu fled to the stinky area of the corpse mountain in the wind.

"Wait, let me breathe a sigh of relief." Xuanhe grabbed Weng Di and almost didn't fall into Weng Di's arms.

Weng Di skimmed his hand and held Xuanhe. "Lady, you have a holy pregnancy, and this matter is still left to the holy husband."

"Don't get out". Xuanhe pushed the Weng flute, which stood in front of him like a big tree. wanted to scold a few words, but the sour anger rushed to his mouth, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly closed his mouth and glanced at Weng Di's face.

"Bring it—". Xuanhe sighed, pulled her cold face, and stretched out her hand. Weng Di has come to the stinky area of the corpse mountain no less than a hundred times. The first time Xuanhe came, he figured out that there must be a good way for Weng Di to enter the stinky miasma.

Weng Di stroked Xuanhe's white little hands. Hehe smiled. "Xuan Protector, the effect of this holy relic is to make it stinky with stink, you take it easy." (To be continued......)