The bright moon sets in the west, and the sun fails to rise on this day.
The sky was gray, and the wind beside the wild river became chilly. People could feel a cold breath and a bone-deep chill.
The bonfire flickered on and off, and thousands of Dahe clan members sat quietly. The old clan leader stood at the front with a solemn expression, holding a blue-black war spear.
"coming!"
Hundreds of miles away, Fushan, who had been guarding the top of the ancient tree all night, had a flash of light in his eyes.
boom!
The next moment, the heaven and earth shook violently, and the entire heavenly road boundary seemed to shake. At the end of the world, in the place shrouded in darkness, countless black lights shot out, piercing the long hazy sky and scattering to the desolate land.
There are so many that it is difficult to count them with the naked eye, and they seem like dark seeds that are about to take root and bloom into the bloodiest flowers.
really!
On the top of the ancient tree, Fushan looked very ugly. Those black lights were still on the horizon just now, but after a few breaths, they were in front of him. The density was nearly half more than the last time.
The surge in numbers also heralds the arrival of stronger creatures and the possible annihilation of more tribes.
Woo!
The wind in the wild ancient forest also began to sob, like a baby crying, but under the dark sky, it added a bit of horror and coldness.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
On the banks of the wild river, many people from the Dahe tribe stood up, raised their war swords, and roared loudly. In the wild forest by the river a few miles away, thousands of black lights could fall down silently.
This is the power of the Dark Sky Cave, which cannot be intercepted at all. Over the long years, on this heavenly road, many sages have rushed into the dark place and blocked the Sky Cave with their bodies, but they have always been unable to make it.
"Brother, I'm not afraid."
In the crowd, Mang Yu whispered while holding a small bone spear that was only one foot long. She tightly grasped the corners of her brother's animal skin clothes. Although her big black eyes were full of nervousness, there was no trace of fear.
"I'm not afraid, and neither is my brother." Mang Feng held his sister's little hand with one hand, and the hand holding the three-foot-bone Zhan Ge was trembling slightly. Even though he had experienced it many times, today was the first time he faced it alone. From this day on, there will no longer be two figures standing in front of them. They begin to live alone and face the coming darkness alone.
The sky was getting darker and darker, and darkness invaded from the forest beside the river.
They were gloomy figures, bodies darker than the night, and gray eyes staring like death, wanting to devour people's souls.
"Ghost clan!"
The old patriarch's tone was solemn. Among the dark races, there is no one who is easy to deal with. For example, the ghost race has great restraint on living things. The ghost road is one of the most powerful roads in the world. Except for the mysterious soul race, Among the hundreds of races in the world, they are one of the few dark races that are involved in the soul.
However, if there are those involved in Zhiyang Taoism, they also have a lot of restraint against this clan.
The green-black war spear was clenched in his hand. The old patriarch knew very well that even if he reached the bone-tempering realm, he could not understand the power of heaven. Let alone the many Zhiyang Taoisms, most of which were Zhengfa and even the most powerful Tao. It's even more out of reach.
I don’t know if I can wait until...
The old patriarch looked into the distance and shook his head in his heart. More and more dark races were pouring out of the cave. Even that one might be tired of running. After all, in this thousand-mile area, his tribe, which was as big as his river, was not there. A few, hopefully... still have some blood left.
So, old man...
The old man took a look at the war spear in his hand. The mottled spear body was full of marks of time. Since he couldn't wait any longer, it was the last battle.
"Humble humans, dedicate your souls and flesh and blood in exchange for salvation."
There was a cold voice. It was a ghost tribe with long gray hair and rare armor. There were gray-black Dao lines engraved on the dark armor. As he stepped forward, a thick dark energy flowed like Like a tide, the water of the vast river is dyed like ink.
The breath was so overwhelming that even though he was still several miles away, the old patriarch felt his breath stagnant. After living for more than a hundred years, he still had some eyesight. He was clearly a leader of the ghost tribe, and a ghost had been born. The black armor he wore , is also a powerful Taoist soldier.
Comparable to a strong man in the Human Soul Fusion Realm.
Behind them, a group of Dahe tribesmen in the blood refining realm looked pale, and their battle blood was about to be frozen. The not very tall ghostly figure fell into their eyes at this moment, like ghosts and gods, and seemed to be carved into their souls.
The gap is too big, just the mental pressure is unbearable. It is conceivable that if he really takes action, he may not be able to survive for a breath.
"Brother Su!"
Suddenly, there were several exclamations, it was a group of young people from the clan. The old clan leader's eyes changed suddenly when he heard the sound. He turned around and looked towards the side of the wild river. In the wild forest on the other side of the ghost clan, a plain man walked out at this moment. White figure.
"You shouldn't have come back!"
The old patriarch became angry in a rare way. His gray hair was raised. Once he practiced cultivation, all his veins opened up. Such a cultivation physique has never been heard of by the old man in his hundred or ten years. Such a seed should not be in the sky so early. Struggling to death on the wild road, it needs a peaceful and pure land to take root, grow, and bloom the brightest flowers.
"Let's go!" These were two clan uncles who had attained the Perfect Blood Refining Realm. Their faces were ashen and they shouted angrily.
Even though they saw that figure at this moment, a scalding warmth was born in their hearts for no reason, but the old patriarch was not wrong. Such seeds should not be buried in muddy ground like the river. They cannot nourish the most powerful fruits.
On the bank of the wild river, Su Qinian said nothing and looked at the densely packed ghost figures walking out of the wild forest on the other side.
The leader of the ghost clan raised his eyebrows, and his gray pupils showed a thoughtful look. However, before he could make any move, he saw the young human race on the other side of the vast river, raising a hand, opening and closing the corners of his mouth. A loud and cold voice sounded.
"Light!"
There was a loud bang, and a blazing fist light bloomed. On the bank of the deserted river, a divine sun seemed to rise suddenly. The fist light was as red as red clouds, and surged toward the other side like the sky and sea rolling back.
The darkness in the sky was dispelled in an instant, and the dark sky was torn open under the light of this fist, and the golden sunlight spilled down, covering dozens of miles of land beside the wild river.
But even the sun was not as bright as that fist. On the other side of the wild river, the ghost leader only had time to show his look of horror before he was drowned by the light of the fist that covered the ground.
Not even a scream could be uttered. Including the leader of the ghost clan, hundreds or even thousands of ghost clans behind him, and even the many ghost clans that had not yet left the wild forest, all disappeared at the moment when the light of the fist dissipated. , leaving only a fist mark that stretched for ten miles, plowed the ground for three feet, and was like a tide. The soil and mud were melted and solidified into glass-like crystals. (Please subscribe, monthly pass.)
