The powerful Mahayana warriors who were guarding them were already well prepared. Their clothes were simple and their weapons were placed just right. Although they were dressed in different styles, they had an elite aura coming to them.
"Yiwu" looked at Fengmai and said, "Everyone is here, you can take action now."
Fengmai nodded, and then said to Zhan Wuji: "We are leaving now, do you want to come with us?"
Zhan Wuji responded and said, "Thank you, elder. I will definitely go with you."
Fengmai nodded, turned to "Yiwu" and said in a hoarse voice, "I have other important matters, so I won't stay here any longer."
"It's a path to a place of chaos."
"In that case, then just follow me."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the back room.
Just like before, the humans followed the passage and came to a hall hidden underground.
On the steps and on the high platform, black flames rose, and a gorgeous and complex mask floated in the air.
Fengmai stopped, and other humans also stopped, looking at this mask with a gloomy chill all over his body.
Zhan Wuji took a closer look and immediately recognized it. This was a dream object!
This mask is out of this world!
"Let's begin." At this time, Fengmai said calmly.
He waved his hand, black flames burned brightly, and a mask appeared in his hand.
"Yiwu" took the first step and bowed.
Fengmai picked up the mask, put his head into the cloak, and put it on for him.
Under the cloak, in the shadows, white claws stretched out, clawing at the sky with endless hatred.
"Yiwu" stepped aside, and together with Fengmai, turned his attention to Zhan Wuji.
Zhan Wuji did not hesitate, followed "Yi Wu" and took a step forward, lowering his head slightly.
In the black flames, another mask appeared and was handed to Fengmai.
Fengmai put his fingers on Ling Ran's wrist.
Zhan Wuji felt an extremely cold air invade his body instantly.
The next second, he felt that the mask on his face had disappeared, leaving only a cold touch, which refreshed him.
Several powerful men in the Mahayana stage seemed to have become accustomed to this situation. They didn't need any orders at all and asked Feng Mai to put on masks for them.
Soon, countless tentacles, eyes, and claws sprouted from every human face...
The power of coldness, darkness, chaos, and decay suddenly broke out!
Fengmai glanced at everyone and confirmed that all humans were wearing masks, and then nodded gently: "Pay more attention on the road and pay attention to safety!"
"May all your wishes come true!"
After saying that, without waiting for others to respond, he reached out and shook his hand. In an instant, black flames surged, and a huge black shadow engulfed the huge hall!
Darkness is like a tide, covering the entire human race.
The black flame was extinguished and the light lit up again. There was no one in the hall except Fengmai who was still meditating and regulating his breath, his breath weak.
The shark lantern was on quietly, and everything was quiet in the white flame.
In chaos.
It was pitch black.
The gravel rustled and the sound of insects chirped.
Suddenly, there were a few more figures on the desert.
Those ordinary people with no cultivation were immediately shaken to the point of being unable to stand, but before they even landed, they were caught by the surrounding Mahayana realm experts with their true energy.
"Let's go!" one of them said in a hoarse voice.
With that said, he led the way.
The rest of the human race, whether they were immortal cultivators or ordinary people, remained silent and followed closely behind.
Zhan Wuji also looked towards the direction of the army at the same time.
He has already felt that the chess piece corresponding to "Kong Meng" has moved far, far away!
And appearing at the same time as "Kongmeng", there is also the chess piece that matches "Yili"!
The rest was all superimposed on his back.
This was not the first time he encountered this situation, and he immediately knew that this place was no different from the underworld, it was a world of its own!
At this moment, "Yiwu" said in a hoarse voice: "Fallen immortals are coming, please protect them!"
In chaos.
Darkness is like a tide, whispers are like flowing mercury, seeping into every corner.
Two rays of purple and green light intertwined, lightning flashed and thunder roared, nine towering white pillars stood firm, and on the blood-red coffin, iron chains were densely covered, making the sound of gold and iron.
"boom!"
This blow carried the power of destroying the world.
The dazzling white light lasted for a long time, almost tearing the world apart.
After a while, the terrible power of heaven faded away, the calamity clouds dissipated, and it became dim again. Only a slender and graceful figure was seen, standing proudly, with wide sleeves rustling in the wind, and long hair flying, even though his body was covered in bruises. , but his whole aura was like a newly sharpened sword, extremely sharp, and a perfect artistic conception flowed through his body.
"Yili" was stunned for a moment, looked at the blurry scene around him, and finally returned to normal.
At this time, in the desert outside the Nine Pillars, countless humans gathered together like sheep, surrounded by a powerful man in the Mahayana stage. Except for the deliberately left gaps, almost the entire desert was filled.
Seeing "Yili" survive ninety-nine and eighty-one disasters, everyone was happy from the bottom of their hearts.
"Lin Shi" smiled happily and clapped repeatedly: "Great, great! There is also a strong person in our clan. It seems that this time the luck should belong to our clan!"
"Zhuji", who had always been calm and composed, turned rosy. He nodded and said, "Yes! Fellow Taoist Lingyi is the most important link in the upcoming war."
"Shen" looked around and said loudly: "Congratulations to fellow Taoist Lingyi for completing the foundation! The power of our clan will last forever!"
The other clans were startled, and then said without hesitation: "Congratulations to fellow Taoist Lingyi, your foundation has been completed! The power of our clan will last forever!"
"We, the human race, will last for eternity!!!"
"Yili" let out an earth-shattering roar. Her strength in illusion was really too weak. Just a small illusion catastrophe caused her to be so seriously injured!
Thinking like this, he walked out of the nine pillars, came to "Lin Shi", and said calmly: "I want to take a rest."
"Linshi" nodded: "Fellow Taoist Lingyi, please rest in peace and recuperate."
"It's only one day, we still have enough time!"
One day?
"Yili" was stunned for a moment, this was a day-long Taoist disaster!
But now, she has experienced a catastrophe in her dream, and it was thirty-two times!
Each Dao Tribulation will last for more than ten days, and now, it has been more than a year!
What?
"Yili" soon realized something. This world seemed real, but in fact it was a land of illusion.
In illusion, time can be shortened by a thousand years, or it can be shortened by a thousand years.
No wonder.
