The teleportation arrays on the Shenwu Continent are all crossed on land, the space is stable, and the spanning distance is not very far, so cultivators above the fairy realm do not need to take the transport spirit weapon. But crossing the realm and crossing the void is different. Even if the space passage is often maintained and reinforced, it is still often twisted and broken. Unless your body cultivation is extremely strong, or you have reached the divine realm, there is only one way to die when you encounter an abnormality in the spatial passage. Therefore, as long as it is a cross-domain teleportation, it is necessary to take a transport spirit weapon called the "Domain Sea Boat".

As soon as the Domain Sea Boat that Feng Lian and Yu Ling were riding entered the human space passage, they no longer felt sorry for that bit of spar. After walking for less than half a day, he encountered three storms. The meteorite hit the body of the Yuhai boat, and the sound was deafening, and the hundred-meter-long Yuhai boat was like a flat boat, constantly tumbling and rotating.

The original brand new and beautiful Yuhai boat has been potholed at this time, and I don't know how much it will cost to repair the surface alone.

Feng Lian and Yu Ling were both riding the Domain Sea Boat for the first time, and they were nervous and excited. When passing through the calm area, through the crystal porthole, you can see thousands of stars, as if you are close to the delay, you can reach it.

Half a month later, before the two of them could enjoy watching it, Yu Haizhou had slowly slowed down and entered a complete darkness. Half a day later, the hatch opened, a soft glow shone into the cabin, and they finally reached the place of exile.

In order to prevent Feng Lian and Yu Lingzhu from knowing the location of the teleportation array, Honglan Pavilion was very careful to let them enter a land transportation spirit weapon that was completely isolated from divine sense detection, and only after three days of twisting and turning did they really come into contact with the extraterritorial land of the Exile Land.

One of the Honglan Pavilion disciples in charge of this side handed over a star map and two jade slips to Feng Lian and Yu Ling respectively, telling them that if they needed to return, they would use the jade slips to contact them and wait in place. Within half a month, Honglan Pavilion will definitely send someone to pick it up.

After the two thanked him, the man rode away with a spiritual weapon. Feng Lian opened the star map, and their location was not very far from a location called Changtian Pond. After carefully watching for a quarter of an hour, I found that the "pool" of Changtian Pond was not a pool, but a huge sinkhole with a diameter of more than 600,000 li, just in the middle of the land. This sinkhole pierces directly through the entire landmass. So the whole land is like a bracelet. The space in the sinkhole is extremely unstable, with countless meteorites rampage, extraterritorial winds, and countless remnants of the divine consciousness and thoughts of the strong. Of course, there are countless treasures, it is said that some people found a jade bottle in the pit, which contained immortal-level elixirs, and some people have obtained complete artifacts.

The land around Feilu is connected, but there are countless various magic circles left over from ancient times, and the danger factor is countless times greater than directly crossing the sinkhole.

According to the information given by Honglan Pavilion, Wu Yun should have been imprisoned on the other side of the sinkhole. After discussing with Yu Ling, Feng Lian decided to walk in a straight line and cross the sinkhole.

The two of them walked for more than two months in a dense forest without a straight trunk before they came across a living creature, no, a group of living creatures.

Because of the problem of knowing the sea, Yu Ling's divine sense sensing ability was not as sharp as Feng Lian's, until Feng Lian grabbed her wrist and jumped to the top of the tree, only to find that there were two groups of people in the village not far away who were engaged in offensive and defensive battles.

At this time, the battle was nearing its end, and the defenders were the inhabitants of the stockade, about 200 people, men, women and children, as long as they could walk, all armed with various weapons, fighting against the more than 20 hunters who attacked the stockade. Both sides are extremely ruthless, attacking each other's vital points as much as possible.

The hunters are all Martial Emperor-level cultivators, and although they are at a disadvantage in number, they are all well-equipped, and each of them is wearing master-level spiritual weapons on their hands. The defenders had no power to fight back, and suffered heavy casualties.

On the other hand, on the defender's side, there were two old men who had reached the low level of Martial Ancestor, but they were besieged by five high-level hunters of the Martial Emperor, and they could only remain undefeated and could not reinforce others. The level of the others is much lower, there are only a dozen Martial Emperor levels, and their combat skills are skilled, but they don't have weapons to take advantage of. The body is only wearing a simple tempered animal skin, which does not play a defensive role at all. In less than a quarter of an hour, two more were killed by the other.

After killing a low-level opponent of the Martial Emperor, one of the hunters shouted, "Disarm and surrender!" ”

A strong middle-aged villager snorted, "Can you survive if you surrender?"

The hunter shouted: "Pay 30,000 immortal crystals, each of our brothers will take a woman, and the rest can live!"

A middle-level female villager of the Martial Immortal said coldly: "And to live in humiliation, it is better to die in battle!"

The hunter laughed and said, "Little lady, in our hands, it's easy to live, but it's hard to die." ”

The fighting between the two sides has not weakened because of the dialogue, but has become more and more intense.

"At most, half an hour later, the stockade was captured. Feng Lian said softly. His purpose is very clear, that is, to save his mother, but he has no idea of doing chivalry. When I first arrived, I was unfamiliar with life, and I couldn't let myself get into a quagmire.

Seeing the hunters slaughtering the old man and the child, Yu Ling's face turned blue with anger, and his clenched fists were already bulging. But Feng Lian didn't speak, she didn't dare to act rashly.

After another quarter of an hour, nearly 100 villagers were killed and wounded, and Feng Lian remained motionless. Yu Ling couldn't hold his breath and asked, "Brother, can you bear to watch them slaughter the village?"

Feng Lian patiently explained: "Don't be in a hurry, kindness must also be used in the right place." The hunters deserve to be killed, but don't the people in the stockade deserve to die?"

Yu Ling looked at Feng Lian's line of sight, and was so surprised that he covered his mouth with his hand, and the window of the stockade was actually pasted with human skin. The bacon hanging in the kitchen is human flesh.

Feng Lian gently rubbed Yu Ling's back in his hand, so that she couldn't hold back and didn't retch.

With a "boom", the white bones in the hands of the Martial Ancestor-level old man collided with the two Martial Emperor-level spirit weapons, and the flames splashed everywhere. A mid-level hunter of the Martial Emperor, who was originally fighting against the villagers, suddenly flipped over, knelt on his knees, slid to the feet of the old man, and the long knife in his hand slashed horizontally, cutting off the old man's calf alive.

Losing a Martial Ancestor, the villagers were quickly split into several pieces by the hunters, each of which was broken.

It was shorter than Feng Lian's estimate, and in less than half an hour, the stockade had already been captured. More than 100 villagers died, and the rest were women and children, except for a dozen strong men. But they were undaunted, and still gathered on the high ground to continue to resist.

As the casualties of the hunters mounted, their patience became less and less. It is no longer deliberately saving women's lives, no matter who it is, if they hit their weapons, they can kill more than just slashing.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the clash of weapons and all kinds of wails were endless.

Yu Ling really couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "Brother, are we just looking at it like this?"

Feng Lian was ruthless, held Yu Ling's hand and said, "Wait, I always feel that something is wrong." ”

Faced with a mortal end, the villagers finally activated the potential in their bodies, and after the three martial immortals chose to blow themselves up and die with the hunters, the hunters' attacks slowed down a lot.

A hunter at the peak of the Martial Emperor waved his hand to signal everyone to retreat, and shouted to the dying villagers: "Hand over the spars, we will leave immediately, otherwise we will ......"

With a "bang", he cut off the head of a child. The child's mother burst into tears, but bit her lip tightly, did not cry, and did not make a sound of crying.

Seeing the villagers' indifferent expressions, the hunter said, "In that case, I won't leave you mutants to waste the resources of this world." ”

The mother of the slain child choked up and said, "You didn't force us to become what we are today. ”

As she spoke, she exuded very strange aura fluctuations up and down her body, and her body was like a stake growing roots, turning into a big octopus, and more than a dozen weird and disgusting tentacles grew on her body, sweeping towards the hunter.

If you face a cultivator who uses spiritual power, the attack power of the tentacles can only be said to be average. But the hunters obviously didn't dare to use their spiritual power to compete with them, and they were beaten one by one to the point of staggering, with blue skin and swollen faces.

The hunter was very familiar with this extraordinary change, and it was not strange to see it, one by one, he held his breath and waved the spiritual weapon in his hand, even if he was subjected to the fierce attack of the tentacles, he did not use spiritual power, and purely brute force to compete with it.

"Qing'er, hurry up and take it back. The old man at the Martial Ancestor level shouted at the woman.

The woman shook her head and said, "If I don't choose so, it is impossible to repel them." ”

The Martial Emperor's Peak Hunter sneered, "Do you think you can defeat us by doing this by yourself?"

As he spoke, he spilled a packet of powder. Before the powder could disperse, it was absorbed by his body and fell on his body, forming a layer of gray-white armor. Block the leakage of aura in the body.

The machete, which the hunter gathered his spiritual power in, leaped forward and slashed straight at the woman's head.

The woman snorted, and three tentacles returned at the same time, one wrapped around the hunter's waist, one wrapped around the machete, and one slammed towards his face.

The sound of "snort" kept coming. It's not the sound of the hunter being wound around the tentacles, it's the sound of the tentacles being corroded when they come into contact with the hunter's body.

In just a few breaths, the tentacles wrapped around the machete and the hunter's waist turned into white eyes and dissipated. The tentacles that were drawn towards the hunter's face were severed with a machete. A thick red liquid flowed from the wound, and as soon as it came into contact with the air, it turned into an aerosol, but instead of dissipating, it turned into silk threads visible to the naked eye, extending towards people or objects with aura fluctuations.

One by one, the hunters held their breath, and instead of the silk threads being wrapped around them, the villagers were entangled, and then they were inhaled into their bodies. Suddenly, all of them were full of red light, revealing a very comfortable and comfortable expression.

The woman did not take back the silk threads, but continued to transmit her aura through the silk threads

To his companions. Those villagers wanted to cut the silk threads, but they couldn't do it, and the silk threads were entangled around their bodies and connected to the acupuncture points on their bodies. In less than half an hour, the woman was drained and turned into a dried corpse.

The old man of Wuzu shouted: "Qing'er has already made a sacrifice, do we still have to wait for death?"

"Swear to live and die with the stockade!" shouted all the remaining villagers. They didn't form much momentum, but the momentum they exuded was extremely weird, making the Split and Merge Feather Spirits who were watching from a distance feel a chill that made their hearts palpitate.

"Hurry up and use the exercises to speed up the attack, you can't let them mutate!" The Hunter Leader's words were timely, but it was still too late.

All the villagers had been preparing for this moment for a long time, and quickly began to change, some turned into stones, some turned into big trees, and some turned into spirit beasts...... Without exception, their bodies are covered with tentacles with suckers.

One of the hunters shouted: "Big brother, there is not so much powder, how to deal with it!"

The hunter known as the eldest brother shouted: "Damn, who would have thought that this group of people would have such hard bones, hurry up!"

But where could they withdraw, the ground around the stockade was covered with dense tentacles. Whoever comes close will smoke whomever it is. Several hunters could not bear such humiliation and pain, and used spiritual power to attack, cutting off two or three tentacles with a single sword.

However, after the dark red slime flowing from the severed tentacles turned into red silk threads, they were absorbed by their mental methods, and as long as they inhaled those silk threads, in less than a quarter of an hour, they were all corroded into mist, leaving only a complete human skin.

Among the hunters, there were more than a dozen people with powder protection, and only three escaped from the village, leaving blood all the way and fleeing without a trace. The people who stayed behind knew that they were in danger, and they desperately wanted to pull one or two people to the bottom, and even chose to blow themselves up.

Yu Ling held back his nausea and vomiting, and said in a trembling voice: "It's too cruel, it seems that such a picture only appears in the mouths of those storytellers. ”

Feng Lian sighed and said, "There is no cruelty, only more cruelty." ”

The battle ended so quickly that it seemed like it was just a blink of an eye, and there wasn't a single hunter left. The villagers were left with the old man Wu Zu and two strong villagers and five children.

Judging from the incorruptible eyesight, there are only three six- and seven-year-old children who can survive, one boy and two women.

"You two, can you come over and talk about it? The voice of the old man of Martial Ancestor suddenly sounded in the ears of Feng Lian and Yu Ling.

Feng Lian didn't move, and asked lightly, "Can you see us?"

The old man said, "As long as you can see me, I can sense your presence, this is one of my natural skills. How about two young heroes come over and talk about it?"

Feng Lian was unmoved, and said, "Since we can hear each other, let's talk about it." ”

The old man also persuaded Feng Lian to pass, and Feng Lian simply pulled Yu Ling and turned around and left.

"Two young heroes, please stay. I've got a star map of the Exiles here, and you'll need it. ”

Hearing the old man's words, Feng Lian and Yu Ling glanced at each other, turned around and flew towards the stockade, but did not enter the inside, but floated in the air outside the stockade.

Feng Lian asked crisply: "What conditions, please say." ”

The old man took a few breaths before he said, "Take these children and protect them to the Grandmaster level." Give them the best cultivation environment you can give, and if you can take them out of the place of exile and let them fend for themselves. Everything we have in the stockade will be given to you. ”

Feng Lian glanced at the ruined stockade and said, "What else do you have to take here? With such an injury, it is difficult to say whether the children can survive." ”

The old man looked at the three children who were in the best physical condition and said, "Then these three children, don't worry, these children's bodies and Zhihai are not polluted, and they are no different from normal children." If you agree, in addition to the star map, I can also give you a creation. ”

Feng Lian smiled bitterly in his heart, as far as the cultivation of these people in your village is concerned, what else can you give me. He said calmly: "Because I still have important things to do, I can only say do my best." As for the creation you said, let it be spared. I'd love to hear from you about it. Do we need to take a blood oath?"

The old man smiled with difficulty: "There is no need for a blood oath. The old man doesn't dare to say that he has read countless people, at least he can see from the faces of the two young heroes that you are kind-hearted and promise-worthy people. The underground where we are sitting now is a spar vein, and it is estimated that there are millions of divine crystals, aren't the two young heroes interested?"

Feng Lian took out a master's elixir and handed it to the old man, saying, "Take it first, we are not here this time for spars and spiritual materials, but to save people." So I want to know more about the situation here. ”

The old man rejected the incorruptible elixir and said, "Thank you, dying people, there is no need to waste such a good elixir." That's enough for me to tell you both about what's going on here. ”