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In the center of the Ghost Kingdom, fierce battles between the Great Emperors continued.

But the emperors had already faintly sensed the abnormality that appeared between heaven and earth.

This breath ...... It's just so unusual.

Even after countless years of life, they who claim to be well-informed, have never seen such a violent aura in their lives.

They had never seen the aura flow not nourish the heavens and the earth, but frantically blew itself up, bursting the earth and exploding the space to the point of being extremely fragile, as if it had completely blown up everything in this world.

Where this is like a spiritual flow, this is clearly ...... The air flow of the world.

"Click—"

The branch of the big tree suddenly snapped, and there was a crisp sound.

The sound of the branches breaking was mixed with the collision and explosion of true qi, the roar of spiritual air, the tremor of space, and the heavy sound of the earth cracking should have been slight and inaudible.

But this sound was like thunder, and it suddenly exploded in the ears of all the emperors.

All the battles came to a standstill in an instant, and all the Great Emperors forgot to make a move.

There was a hint of surprise, a hint of suspicion, a hint of fear—an inexplicable emptiness rising in their hearts.

They didn't know where the inexplicable fear and emptiness in their hearts came from, but at the moment they couldn't suppress the fear in their hearts, as if that fear was an instinct buried deep in their souls.

The emperors looked at each other, not daring to act rashly.

The surface of the green leaves of the ancient tree suddenly appeared a dull yellow, and then this yellow quickly spread out, covering all the leaves of the ancient tree, as if the ancient tree had begun to wither.

With the spread of the yellow, the leaves began to make a crisp sound, as if the silkworm was eating mulberry leaves, and the spring rain was coming, rustling, very good.

The moment this yellow color caused all the leaves to wither, all the leaves peeled off from the ancient tree in unison, fluttered in the wind, and then quickly turned into ashes, making the ancient tree look bare and very ugly.

Even the bare branches are incomparably dry and skinny, like children who have endured famine since childhood, which makes people feel inexplicably sad and sad.

After the leaves withered and withered, the trunk of the ancient tree, which was originally round as jade, suddenly began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blackened cracks crawled out of the soil, surrounded the ancient tree, and slowly climbed upward, inch by inch, inch by inch.

The area that was devoured and entangled by the poisonous snake completely withered and withered in an instant.

Every inch of bark became charred and withered, and shrunk, and the cracks in the cracks were like scars left by fire, a little hideous.

The faint blue light also began to dim, and after a short moment, several times the light and light went out, and it also retreated from these areas, annihilation, leaving only darkness.

"Buzz—" The old dry tree trembled and let out a wail as if crying bitterly.

In the whistling night wind, the whimper of a woman's voice was heard again, sad and sad, and heartbreaking.

"Boom—"

Beneath the earth, there was once again a dull roar, as if a giant beast was struggling to get out of the earth.

The land around the ancient tree made a "crackling" sound, and tiny cracks appeared, and streams of colorful light suddenly shone out of those cracks, projecting on the night sky, dyeing the night sky into a magnificent color.

It's a beautiful sight.

But all the Great Emperors felt a chill in their hearts in an instant.

It was a chill to the bone.

The originally slight stinging sensation suddenly increased hundreds of times, as if a knife had cut through their flesh and stabbed them into their hearts.

The emperors looked at each other, and they saw the same look on each other's faces.

So many emperors feel afraid and panic at the same time, it is by no means the cowardice of a certain emperor himself.

It was definitely what appeared in front of their eyes now, beyond their expectations and confidence.

"Let's go!" exclaimed, and suddenly exploded.

Even the Great Emperor finally couldn't care about that much at this moment, and it didn't matter what kind of face and chance he had, so he turned around in a hurry and fled towards the east.

Run, run now, escape here as fast as you can, and you can't stay any longer!

This is the common idea of all emperors.

They felt the shadow cast by death, which had now enveloped them completely.

They couldn't imagine what kind of force it was, making their souls tremble involuntarily.

But the only thing that is certain is that in the face of that force, the emperor is a joke.

If they can't escape from this place, the shadow of death will consume them completely, and not even a bone will spit out.

In the sky, the Emperor drew streamers and rushed to the east, like a brilliant meteor shower.

The tens of thousands of monks who watched the emperor leave had even more despair on their faces.

They saw the Emperor come here with their own eyes, and they thought that the Emperor could help them solve everything, and they could get out of this predicament.

But at this moment, all the Great Emperors were heading to the east in an instant.

They didn't think that the dust had settled, because there was no battle between the emperors, no fighting.

The emperors did not fight each other, did not fight each other, which means that the emperors have a common enemy.

This enemy will not be the Emperor who got that opportunity, because ...... They also didn't fight.

They were so fast that they didn't have any intention of fighting.

In other words, all they were thinking about now was leaving, or to put it more bluntly, that the Emperors were actually running away.

The monks knew better about the anomalies of heaven and earth, because they came to this world earlier than the Great Emperor, heard the crying sound in the wind earlier, and knew earlier that the eight pillars of light were taboo that they could not touch.

But they always thought that the Great Emperor could not be afraid of the abnormality of this heaven and earth, but they never expected that the Great Emperor seemed to give up.

Why the hell are they giving up, why are they running away?

What is it that makes so many emperors change color?

They couldn't feel the things that the Great Emperors felt, but they could vaguely guess that it was definitely related to the anomaly of this world.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning resounded through the night sky.

Colorful light shines through every crack in the earth, reflecting on the deep blue night dome, blurring the sky and the ground, and there is no distinction between heaven and earth.

The void, which had long been blown up by the constantly bursting spiritual current, shattered into strange and twisted cracks, and pieces of space debris fell like mottled and old walls, revealing cold eyes, squeezing each other, next to each other, leaning on each other, constantly turning, indifferently staring at everything under the night.

Those cold eyes made many monks panic, and they didn't dare to approach those eyes.

Those eyes gave them a terrifying feeling, and they looked at each other...... It's as if he is looking at the emperor who is unleashing all his coercion.

With just one glance, they felt as if they were nailed to the top of a cliff, allowing the eagle vultures to peck at their flesh but unable to do anything about it, and 10,000 years had passed under such torture.

They could only avoid everything, and they fled eastward in a hurry—even though they all knew that the east was a desperate impenetrable space—but at least, there was still some light there—the emperor could escape from there, and they might have fled, wouldn't they?

The earth is constantly cracking, uplifting, or collapsing downward, and the whole piece of soil is torn apart, even if it is two adjacent places, but one rises to a dangerous peak, and the other collapses into an endless abyss.

Above the earth, there are cracks everywhere, ravines everywhere, like greedy beasts, constantly devouring everything that can be devoured.

Falling rocks flew all over the sky, roaring into the sky, and then roaring and falling to the earth, like a torrential rain.

Monks with high cultivation can cut through falling rocks and kill a bloody path.

The monks with low cultivation had to try their best to find a gap between the falling rocks to escape.

However, the rainstorm was so dense that the monks were constantly hit by the dense rockfalls, and let out a miserable cry, and were smashed into a blur of flesh by the boulders, or simply rolled into the ravines by the stones.

There was no echo of the darkness in the night, only their figures disappearing at the end of the darkness, and the painful wails of the monks.

The three cities of the East seem to be the boundary between life and death.

The area east of the line formed by the three cities has no obstruction, only billowing smoke and dust.

The area west of the three cities has long been sparse and empty.

Near the ruins of the three cities, from the sky to the ground, were covered with monks.

They are angry, they are unwilling, they risk their lives to find an opportunity here, for what?

It's not that I want to break through the shackles of heaven and earth at one time, in order to no longer be bullied by those strong people!

As a result, what is it in exchange for now, in exchange for nothing but despair, just death!

They were in great pain, but they had no choice but to wait for death.

The ruins of Ming City were the closest to the passage, and at the moment they were crowded with people in pain.

A little firefly suddenly leaps out of the wilderness, illuminating the night and dispelling the darkness.

That little bit of fireflies, spreading from near to far, seemed to be an endless ghost wandering in the wilderness.

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