Ximo has been in the Shura realm for thousands of years, and it is a world of slaughter. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Every minute and every second, you may be attacked by unknown people, disagree, or look at you unpleasantly, or there is no reason, in short, the law of survival is the law of the jungle.

Mortals do not cultivate, and only live in a limited number of large cities.

It was only in those cities that cultivators could temporarily rest without worrying about being harmed. But for cultivators, how could they be like mortals, hiding in such a limited number of cities and dying of old age.

The world outside is full of brutal killing, but there are also infinite opportunities.

Xi Mo didn't know how he survived the thousand years, but he knew that in the end, he had almost forgotten that he would be in pain, that he would have feelings, that he had seven emotions and six desires, in addition to cultivation is cultivation, and there seemed to be endless killing.

It wasn't until the last time that he exposed Jin Dan after being assassinated, so as to open a crack in time and space, and unintentionally fell into the territory of the Huaxia Soul Attracting Clan, that is, at that time, he met Mo Yiyi, who had just been born, and when he hugged the small body of the delicate and soft baby, the normal emotions that belonged to human beings began to wake up.

In retrospect, the moment of meeting Mo Yiyi was truly magical.

However, while feeling the generalization, Xi Mo remembered that in the Shura Realm, only when everyone fights the Fa, will such a similar pit be formed on the ground, could it be that there have been cultivators here before?

This was his first reaction when he saw the ring pothole.

But when he looked at it again, he felt that something was wrong. This seems to be ~~~ more like a circular hole caused by a meteorite falling to the ground.

Remember that in the human world, isn't this what the surface of the moon looks like there?

Could it be that this is a meteorite crash site?

After pondering for a while, Xi Mo walked to the nearest small ring pit, the pit was less than thirty square meters, Xi Mo stood on the edge of the pit and looked inward, this look was both unexpected and reasonable.

There is really an irregular stone in it, which is the size of a grinding plate, and it looks like it is really a meteorite!

Ximo looked down at the mud and sand on the ground again, and a thought flashed through his heart, this ...... When did it fall? It can't be the last time, right?

With a deep groan, he jumped into the crater and stomped on the ground, and his face immediately changed color.

Otherwise, how could the ground be so loose?

Frowning, Ximo shook his head, slapped the meteorite block with his hand, and was about to turn around and jump out of the hole, when suddenly his body stiffened, and his ankle was hooked by something.

"Save me~~~Save me~~~" A sad voice suddenly reached Ximo's heart.

Ximo looked down and saw a dry hand that had completely lost its moisture~~~ It was a hand, and it looked more like a claw~~~ Or a dead man's withered hand wrapped in a layer of skin, grabbing his ankle.

Yes, dead people.

At the level of ink, it is impossible to distinguish between the living and the dead.

It's just that the strength of this thing is really great, and the dead man's hand that is wrapped around the ankle of the ink is like an iron hoop.

"Take away your claws, if you don't want to be scattered!" said Xi Mo coldly, his cold tone with a hint of impatience and murderous intent.

People are dead, and they don't stop, and they come out in broad daylight to make trouble, won't they be scared to death if they change people?

Ximo was originally full of resentment because he fell into this abandoned world. is not a patient landlord, because all the patience in his life is only given to one person, his delicate and lovely girl Mo Yiyi.

Others, what you want, you have the final say!

Miraculously, the dead man's claw really let go of the ink.

"My lord, save us, save us~~~~" But then, a series of voices sounded, and the meteorite fell to the ground, and it suddenly became lively, like an assembly, all kinds of voices of the elderly, children, women, and men.

It's just that I didn't see anyone, and I didn't get angry, just a voice.

And the sound comes from the ground!

The ghosts were noisy, the ghosts were crying and the wolves were howling, God knows what they were talking about, Xi Mo was dizzy when he listened, and his soul power immediately spread and scanned it towards a radius of two kilometers, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

What's going on? How could there be so many dead people?

No, exactly, how could there be so many souls under the ground, left in their bodies and not dissipated?

"Shut up!

He slapped his right hand towards the meteorite block, and with a "boom", the meteorite in the crater suddenly rolled to the side, revealing a broken sarcophagus under the stone.

The lid of the sarcophagus was long gone, and a dried corpse inside, like a mummy, had lost all moisture, except for a skeleton wrapped in a dry human skin that was completely invisible. The bones all over his body were shattered, his legs and left arm were almost all shattered, even if he was wrapped in human skin, he looked limp, and the position of his chest cavity had also collapsed, and he had shriveled down a large piece.

Was this smashed by the meteorite just now?

Not only did he smash the sarcophagus, but he also smashed the corpse below, and because the soil was loose, the corpse's right hand claw squeezed up along the gap and grabbed his ankle.

But how much resentment does this have to be, so that you can die and not go to reincarnation, your soul stays in your body and doesn't leave, and you do such an earth-shattering thing, you are dead, and you have to use your right hand to hold your feet.

"Why don't you go to reincarnation, what's the point of staying here?" asked Ximo.

A pale white figure was revealed, converging in front of Xi Mo's body.

It was a middle-aged man, dressed in a power suit, and it looked like he should be a cultivator or a practitioner in front of him, so he didn't know how he died.

The man knelt down reverently in front of Xi Mo and said, "Lord God, this plane was abandoned by the Heavenly Dao, and he closed all entrances to the underworld, so any life that dies in this world, the soul cannot be reincarnated. But the Heavenly Way once said that when our sins finally dissipate, God will be sent to save us and take us away. You are the God who can save us, please take us out of here!"

After speaking, he kowtowed to Ximo repeatedly.

Ink is not petrified.

All kinds of thoughts flashed in his heart, and finally turned into one: Heavenly Dao and his old man exiled a plane and abandoned a world.

In the same way, all the people of this world have been abandoned.

The problem is that the total number of souls across all interfaces is constant.

From the perspective of reincarnation, there are too many souls here, too wasteful, and there are not enough souls in other places, resulting in a sharp decline in the number of births, so the old man of Tiandao thought of this method and threw him and Adair to this plane to collect souls and do coolies.

So, he fell into the pit!

Fell into an incomparably huge pit designed by the Heavenly Dao!

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The second is sent to Happy Dragon Boat Festival!