"The state of chaos can be offset by other means."
"The key is that the fallen immortals here are indestructible."
"These fallen immortals we just killed will be resurrected once they get out!"
"If they eat the flesh of these fallen immortals, they will replace them as new guardians, guarding this chaotic land."
Hearing this, Zhan Wuji frowned slightly. As soon as he entered this place, he felt that this place was very similar to the Panya Realm and the Evernight Desert!
What "Yiwu" said is exactly the same as the "Immortal Evil God" in the Evernight Desert!
Such a coincidence?
or……
Is this the eternal night desert of the future?
Thinking of this, Zhan Wuji immediately said: "We can move faster."
"Yi Wu" nodded. If they were led by only eighty-one ordinary monks from Thunder Tribulation, their progress would definitely not be too slow.
In the land of chaos, there were too many fallen immortals. They needed to preserve their strength and strength, so their progress slowed down.
Even without the protection of these ordinary people, the ordinary eighty-one calamity power would still have a narrow escape.
But now, he and the human king subordinate beside him far exceeded the ordinary Eighty-one Kalpa Mahayana.
An ordinary fallen immortal can't even sustain two moves, so if you speed up, you don't have to worry about safety at all.
So "Yiwu" immediately said: "Our time is indeed precious!"
"Okay, I'll open the way, fellow Taoist warrior, you stay here to guard."
"The remaining Mahayana's will patrol nearby."
"Next, we have to go as fast as possible!"
Hearing this, the other Mahayana men nodded one after another: "Yes!"
After saying this, Zhan Wuji flashed and was already behind everyone.
At the same time, "Yiwu" stepped out and blocked the crowd. He stabbed the ground with the crutch in his hand. Suddenly, a black-gray smoke rose from the sand like a flood!
The ordinary people around him were suddenly blown into the sky by black smoke.
The gray clothes flashed, and the "Yiwu" had already launched its escape technique and flew forward quickly.
And the gray smoke carrying ordinary people is like tarsal maggots, chasing after them.
The remaining eighty-one Mahayana did not dare to neglect, and each flew up, guarding both sides of the crowd, and followed closely behind.
Zhan Wuji danced lightly with his long sleeves, his steps were neither hasty nor slow, and he always followed behind everyone. His consciousness spread, covering every ordinary person.
Not long after, a cold, depraved, and chaotic aura came from the front, and a fallen immortal appeared!
The pace of everyone's advance did not slow down at all, but the aura of the fallen immortal quickly dissipated.
Zhan Wuji immediately understood that this was the work of "Yi Wu". He was a real immortal, an ordinary remnant immortal. In front of him, there was only one way to die!
The huge army was like a huge black cloud, flying over the land and traveling between the mountains.
Every once in a while, a breath of fallen immortals would appear around them, but the "Yiwu" were killed one by one by them, and their progress did not stop.
Fallen immortals chased behind them from time to time, but before they could get close, they were dispersed by Cui Wei's sword energy.
The Eighty-one Kalpa Mahayana, which was wandering around, was doing nothing at the moment.
Time passed by minute by minute.
After walking for an unknown distance, the group finally saw a towering sand dune.
Zhan Wuji, who was at the back, also stopped. His consciousness quickly scanned the sand dunes in front of him, but did not find any threats. "What's wrong?"
"There is a secret area ahead." "Yiwu" said calmly.
"I am already an immortal and can't go any further."
"Let's just say goodbye."
When Zhan Wuji heard this, although he didn't know why, he nodded quickly, "Okay!"
"Senior, take care, see you in the future!"
"Yi Wu" turned slightly sideways, passed through the crowd, nodded slightly to him, then took a step forward and disappeared in an instant.
A figure who looked exactly like him immediately appeared next to Zhan Wuji, but his real body was directly blocked in front of everyone, and he said calmly: "Let's go."
As he spoke, immortal energy surged throughout his body, and a gentle force brought everyone up. Like a dragon flying, they crossed the desert in the blink of an eye and walked far away.
A line of eighty-one kalpas of Mahayana followed.
Zhan Wuji doesn't know exactly what target is ahead, but the exact locations of "Kongmeng" and "Yili" are there. He only needs to move in the direction pointed by this chess piece, and he will definitely find them!
Afterwards, Zhan Wuji, regardless of the terrain and countless disabled immortals, led everyone along the way.
Along the way, everything that stood in front of him was cut off by his sword, opening up a path.
Gradually, Zhan Wuji felt that the two chess pieces "Kongmeng" and "Yili" were getting closer.
Along the way, the ground was still desolate, but there was no trace of the residual immortal around.
Coldness, chaos, depravity, darkness, terror...these powers have become more solid.
It's like something terrible is about to come!
Zhan Wuji frowned, this place was more and more similar to the Evernight Desert!
"boom!"
He looked up and saw dark clouds rolling in the sky, purple and green lights flashing, and the majestic power of heaven filling the space.
Looking at the familiar thunder tribulation, Zhan Wuji immediately realized that the "Yanxu" was in front, sealing the thunder tribulation!
As soon as he thought of this, he immediately accelerated.
Those Mahayana disciples of the Eighty-one Kalpa also tried their best to follow up.
The whole army was moving like a giant bird.
After a while, everything went dark, and something was different.
The nine giant pillars of the sky were like gold and iron clashing, and thunder rumbled from inside the huge coffin.
Countless human warriors stood in front of the nine pillars, staring intently at a graceful woman in gorgeous clothes.
"Kong Meng"'s face is as beautiful as ever, but her eyes are filled with dense pupils, and several pale claws stretch out from between her long black hair, intertwined with the many tentacles floating in her sleeves. Together, like a dandelion floating in the air, she raised her head, and purple lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating her pale and strange face.
Zhan Wuji saw this scene from a distance and was shocked.
The next second, thunder catastrophe suddenly came.
Boom boom boom!
Biting purple thunder streaked through the void, pouring down like a waterfall.
When he fell, his whole body was scorched, blood flowed from the wounds, and his life breath weakened to the extreme at this moment, like a candle in the wind, which could be blown out at any time, but he still Holding on, dying.
A vague power spread from him.
Outside the nine pillars, several other powerful men in the Mahayana stage also secretly breathed a sigh of relief and waved their sleeves.
