There were people constantly appearing in the ruins, and at the moment when the long sword exploded, some people relied on their ability and some people relied on luck to avoid death. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Some of them were ragged, and there were many scars all over their bodies, but there were also some people who were unharmed, and most of these people were hiding in some hard-grade magic weapons.

At this moment, a picture rose from the ruins.

This attracted the attention of many people, and the scroll naturally hung down and slowly unfolded.

"Who is this person? It seems that the explosion also blew up a lot of high-ranking people......"

Some people frowned slightly, and some people were able to survive the explosion, which naturally says something.

In that picture scroll were two people, extremely realistic, a yellow-haired old man, and a young boy of seven or eight years old.

Some people couldn't help but secretly praise her in their hearts, the person who painted this picture is really wonderful, and the two characters are so vividly depicted......

Suddenly, there was a shocking change in the painting, and everyone was frightened and couldn't help but take a half step back.

"Blink again, this painting is mine!"

This pair of words is directly opposite the fifth big coward, the tyrant bear,

This picture was facing him, and he was slightly disliked, and the sound of rough ore seemed to be able to penetrate the barriers of this small world.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I'm old, and my joints are a little stiff. ”

A voice came from the calligraphy and painting.

The jaws around him fell to the ground, and I saw the figure in the painting, suddenly stepping out of one foot, followed by half of the body, and finally the old and the young stepped out of the painting, and the scroll suddenly folded and fell into the palm of the old man's hand.

"It's really out of the painting......" some people were stunned.

"Hangu Eight Immortals - Danqing Pen!"

One of them identified the man.

The yellow-haired old man, holding a small boy's hand, smiled at the fifth big Kou and said, "The old bone is worth just this one thing, don't worry about me......"

"Let's go......"

……

After a while, all those who could get up in the ruins got up, and those who could not get up died.

The treasures that flew out of the hall were shining, and people only then remembered the original intention of the competition.

Some of them were distracted by the explosion and let out a sigh of relief.

……

Some people were competing for a heavenly elixir, and suddenly, the elixir that was about to arrive in one person's hand suddenly flew away.

In the ruins, there was a large black cauldron on the ground, and there were occasional quarrels inside.

"Fat thief, stop stealing, let's go see what's going on outside. "A beautiful woman, her face is very anxious, restless, walking around......

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, we're all fine......" A fat man squatted on the ground, holding a green treasure pot in his hand, which contained a lot of things, and the treasure was shining.

As he spoke, an elixir flew over again.

This fat man is very happy.

"Sister Xue, don't worry, that person will be fine. ”

These three people are naturally Duan Kongkong, Zi Lingxue and Qi Qi.

"But I saw him running towards us......"

"Hmph, it's just that this dead fat man is not good......" Zi Lingxue grinded her teeth and stared viciously at Duan Kongkong, who was squatting on the ground.

"No, no, no, I'm going out to see ......"

……

"Eh, how did the elixir fly here?" some people followed the path of the elixir's disappearance and found a place

"How do I see this as a black cauldron?"

"Wait until I smash it......"

……

The main hall was pitch black, like a magic temple. It's full of mess.

In that treasure space, the scene inside is even more terrifying.

There were a lot of corpse blood stains around, and the large stones suspended in the air almost fell into pieces. The white fog in the space was blown away, and there were cracks on the floor.

For the first time, the patterns carved on the floor appeared so intuitively in front of everyone.

It is very deadly for a quasi-holy soldier to detonate in such a closed place, and it is also a treasure trove, and there are many one-time weapons like the Heaven-Shaking Thunder.

All three halls were mutilated by the explosion, like boats floating on the surface of the sea and broken into several pieces.

Many of the things in the Treasure Pavilion were blown to the outside world through the only small passage with the explosive wind, but there were still many treasures here, and even some intact magic weapons.

In this space, there were scattered and scattered, including some masters of the Immortal Holy Land, as well as people from Ziwei's other domains and various races.

And in this space, the monks who were miles away from the center of the explosion had plenty of time to prepare.

However, if you are prepared, whether you can survive depends on your own strength.

Some people have unstained hair, and some people are covered with blood, which is similar to the outside world.

This explosion not only blew up a lot of masters, but also blew up some treasures.

The quasi-saint soldiers blew themselves up, and a series of reactions caused the three main halls that were originally heavily forbidden to collapse a lot.

Earlier some people were worried about the deep prohibitions, but now they are much better, and on the other hand, it also opens the door for many people who are not dead or injured.

They may be the biggest beneficiaries, it doesn't matter how many others die, the important thing is that they are still alive, and the prohibition of the three treasure pavilions has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years, plus the impact of this explosion, it has been cracked a lot.

Hundreds of people appeared in this small space in various ways, some were confronting, some were leaving, and some were looking for the culprit.

It's just that when he looked at the four eyes, the deputy peak master of the Starstream Sect had already disappeared.

"I don't know if there's anything wrong with the little brother......"

Somewhere in the space, Mo Ghost Cried looked slightly worried, and swept around uneasily.

"Ji people have their own heavenly ......" Mo God howled,

Suddenly, a person fell from the void, dressed in gray and black clothes, with a stern expression, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of anxiety in his eyes, he swept away the ruined scene around him.

"Is he? not dead?" said someone in surprise, after all, the explosion was directed at him

This person is Su Yang.

He saw Mo Ghost crying for them, and when he saw that they were fine, he nodded secretly

"Stinky boy! That's why you hurt us like this!"

A middle-aged man stood up, in front of Su Yang, and scolded.

Su Yang ignored him and continued to look around.

"I'm talking to you!" the man was displeased, and his voice grew louder.

Su Yang turned his head, a little impatient, glanced at him, and said:

"Aren't you still dead?"

"But my disciple is dead!"

"What's the matter with me? You go to whoever you like, I'm not available. Su Yang's eyes continued to search.

"You're so ......!" the man pointed at Su Yang and scolded

"Okay, stinking thief! you're here, I'm worried to death."

A girl in white, with a frown on her face and a bit of reproach and complaint, rushed over with lotus steps.

Su Yang suddenly turned his head, turned sideways, and a smile appeared on his face, which was very sunny.

The person who scolded Su Yang just now was suddenly shocked, and cold sweat couldn't help but break out on his forehead.