That's the case, the situation is exactly as Fei Ling thought, they don't have much time left. Because while they were discussing whether to contain the seal or open the channel, the dark mystic was still expanding.

For thousands of years, no one has ever seen the existence of this god. The top of the snow-capped mountains in the far north is actually pitch black. There was a faint black gas. Almost all the birds and animals will not survive.

To be specific, after the top of the snow-capped mountain was occupied, all the demon beasts and evil clans were summoned by this black illusion ruler, and the entire area became a hell on earth, filled with the sound of ghosts crying and howling.

"Whoa... Whining ......" The sound was creepy. But in their eyes, this period is the most free and happy. Because before this, the top of the snow-capped mountains had a powerful aura, as well as an enchantment.

The aura surrounds, the layout of the enchantment, makes the top of the snow-capped mountain a sacred and inviolable place, all demon beasts, evil clans can not approach, everything that exists here, all suppressed, very painful.

Cracks appeared in the ruins, and the black phantom worms rushed out, and they could also condense into entities with the power of the aura, completely releasing them. What was once an untouchable place has now become a paradise for them, which is an incredible change.

"Your Holiness, Your Holiness, you are too wise and powerful. The top of the snow-capped mountain will become a hell on earth, and it won't be long before the entire god will be under your rule. What Holy Lord, what Soul Saint Maiden, it's all useless!"

Light a campfire. The Black Phantom Mystic uses the power of the Black Phantom Worm to build a mysterious, eerie hall, where flames flicker in the middle, and the demons gather together, and it is incomparably happy in their feelings.

"Yes, my lord, this is our freest day. For a long time, above this god and in the cloud palace, there have been sacred, powerful, and righteous banners, but they still can't wipe us out. ”

"Yes, as painful as it can be to be suppressed by Reiki, we have endured such painful days for thousands of years. But now, the appearance of the king has relieved us. As long as we wait until the ruins are fully opened, we will be completely free!"

In fact, because of their rarity, because of their rarity, their existence will be regarded as an outlier. Cultivators stand on the commanding heights. The world has become like the top of the snow-capped mountains, they are the masters, they are the mainstream existence.

This is the point of view of the dark fantasy mystery, mysterious justice, what avenue, what the world. It's just that group of sanctimonious guys, who say self-comforting, and if they don't have strength, they're nothing!

At this time, the Black Illusion Mystic waved his hand, and a black aura swept away: "Okay, calm down." So happy that you're like this, and what's the point? I'll tell you, the real excitement hasn't started yet!"

One thing everyone who gathered around the Dark Mystic wanted to know was what was in the ruins and how they could be opened. Only when the world is really completely changed can we get Ansheng.

"I know what you're worried about and what you're expecting. This seat can tell you directly that if you want to open the ruins, you don't need us to do it at all, and when the time comes, someone will naturally make a move. ”

With a mysterious and gloomy smile, only he knew what the dark mystical was up to. Besides, he had already expected that Muyang and the others would not leave it alone, and now they just had to wait quietly.

A black shadow flashed and appeared on the top of the snow-capped mountain. The Black Phantom Mystic was dressed in a black robe, surrounded by black phantom worms. The hands are sealed, and the black phantom insects gather. With a thought, he flew out directly in all directions.

Buzzing...... Buzzing...... Buzzing...... Layers of black black phantom insects dispersed and disappeared in an instant. The Black Illusion Mystic sneered: "Muyang, Feiling, Ruan Linlin, since you can't make up your mind, then this seat is here to help you." ”

At the same time, the atmosphere in the cloud palace was delicate. Because of Feiling's insistence, the army's heart is now shaken. But all soldiers must obey Muyang's orders, and once they are issued, they can only be carried out unconditionally.

But just when many soldiers were undecided, the accident happened again. Above the main hall, the soldiers had a solemn face and ran over quickly: "Enlighten the Holy Lord and everyone, among the major cities above the gods, cultivators have died violently for no reason!"

The man paused, not daring to look up at the face of the person in front of him, and continued: "This has been going on for several days. All cultivators, once they enter the state of cultivation, will be shielded and die in a few minutes. ”

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Erdan was the first to stand up, this situation is indeed abnormal, if it is only a part of the people, it can be said that the cultivation is affected by the aura, but all of them are like this......

His body trembled slightly, and the soldier was not sure what would happen to Zhang Erdan if he went berserk. In the next second, Mu Yang raised his hand to hold Zhang Erdan's shoulder, and gently pressed it on the seat: "You calm down!"

"How do you tell me to calm down? All of them are violently killed, how many people can be above this god to be violently killed? If it continues, the haze of this death continues to shroud, and we are about to be defeated without a fight, this is a great shame, you know?"

Seeing this, Fei Ling stood up again and faced everyone: "Did you hear that? Isn't it me alarmist, if this haze of death continues, even if the Cloud Palace has a defensive shield, it won't last long, do you still have to hesitate?"

Indeed, the current situation must be decided as soon as possible. Muyang and Ruan Linlin could all imagine what it would be like to be everywhere above the gods, no matter where every cultivator was, as long as they cultivated, they would die violently.

The aura exploded, and the bones were gone. Even if they converge between this heaven and earth, they will be quickly devoured by the black phantom insects, and in the end, there will not be even a trace of divine consciousness left. It seems that it is really the trend of the times as Feiling said.

"Okay, since both horizontal and vertical are dead, why don't we fight it? I don't believe that I will be trapped by a small predicament above the entire Cloud Palace, the entire god? It's a big joke!"

One person stood up, and then many people agreed. Seeing this, Zhang Erdan sighed lightly, even if he still had concerns, he couldn't care so much now. Stretched out his hand to hold Feiling's shoulder: "In that case, you can do it!"

At this moment, Feiling could feel that there was something wrong with Zhang Erdan's eyes looking at him. is full of reluctance, and entanglement, which also contains a trace of helplessness. My heart moved, could it be that Uncle Dan had expected something?

Of course, this is just Feiling's conjecture. He is not an impulsive person, and he will not show signs of abnormality so easily. Even if you feel something about Zhang Erdan, you can't show it directly.

"Okay, father, Uncle Dan, Holy Maiden, thank you for your trust. I believe that this decision was the right one, and I believe that I can do it and turn this dilemma into a disaster. Please trust me completely!"

(End of chapter)