When Su Yang and the others arrived here, he found that many of the people who came here had hidden their identities, and they also followed the "fate", not wanting to cause any more turmoil.

The fact that a generation of holy lords were crucified here is something that feels incredible.

In the battle between the Holy Land and the Purple Cloud Pavilion, the two sides combined for six or seven hundred thousand deaths, but only one Qixia Holy Lord died.

The Holy Lord is not so easy to die, regardless of his strength, this is the highest power in the Holy Land, representing the face of the entire Holy Land. With one layer, a Holy Lord is not so easy to die.

Now, the Holy Lord of Light has been crucified here, and the Divine Land of Light has been destroyed, but one stone has stirred up a thousand waves.

Many people were terrified, and the Holy Land and the Purple Cloud Pavilion had not fought for ten years, but they had not reached that level. The destruction of the Holy Land of Light may be just the beginning.

Whether it was done by Ziyun Pavilion or by other forces, this always made people feel that there would definitely be such things happening in the future.

The Heavenly Fire Holy Land, which has a good relationship with the Holy Land of Light, some people from the Holy Lord of Heavenly Fire came here yesterday and buried the Holy Lord of Light on the top of this place.

Everything was simple, and they didn't dare to place any funeral goods, so as not to attract the attention of others.

Many people noticed that at the time of burial, several spatial rings in the hands of the Holy Lord of Light, as well as the sigils on his body, were taken away.

Everyone speculated that his killer had taken it......

There are many people around, who don't look very remarkable, but if you grab a random one and ask, it's not small.

"All the valuable things on my body have been stripped away, alas...... It's a miserable death, and there's only a layer of skin left in my throat. ”

Duan Kong said emptyly, through some means, through the formation and the coffin, they saw the scene inside.

"It is indeed the Lord of Light, not a fake. ”

Su Yang said that he once doubted the authenticity of the Holy Lord of Light, and suspected that it was a means for some golden cicadas to shed their shells, but now it seems that it is indeed the Holy Lord of Light.

"Is the crucification of the Holy Lord here for a demonstration?"

Su Yang had doubts. At this moment, there are people everywhere who say that Zishan did it, but maybe they don't believe it much in their hearts. Also, who did this, and where did the army of the Holy Land of Light go?

They had climbed the mountain, and a cliff in front of them was dripping with the blood of the Flying Feather Holy Lord.

It was the blood of the quasi-saint, even after 10,000 years, that kind of Dao Yun would not dissipate, and that purple spear was still nailed there and had not been taken out.

"It seems that it is really my Purple Mountain's technique. Zi Lingling stared at the divine spear, buckled the bridge of his nose, and looked dignified.

"Cut, it's just a broken spear, how do you know?" Duan Kongkong was arguing, but he didn't like Zi Ling Ling's vice-spirit.

"Dead fatty, you stand there and don't move, let me try to nail a spear. ”

Zi Ling Ling smiled and said, "I promise, your appearance is the same as that Light Holy Lord." This will also allow us to see what the Lord of Light looked like when he died. ”

Everyone was speechless for a while, this can also compete......

At this time, Qingqing opened his mouth and said, "It's because of the purple spear." That purple spear was sacrificed by someone who had cultivated the Purple Cloud Dao Book, and it was the true weapon that the powerhouse of the Purple Cloud Pavilion had sacrificed at a glance. There is also the angular strength of the piercing stone wall, the depth of the Dao break, and the remnants of the Dao of the throat of the Holy Lord of Light. These can make people guess that it was done by a Purple Mountain master, at least a master who knows the Purple Mountain Exercises. ”

After Qingqing finished speaking, everyone agreed, and Duan Kongkong couldn't find fault with it. Zi Lingling was triumphant, and did not forget to strike.

"Hey, fat boy, learn something. ”

……

They didn't need to visit much, they just heard that yesterday evening, the Holy Lord of Light was nailed down from the sky.

It's a remote place, and it's not inhabited by any powerful monks. A quasi-saint was thrown from the sky and stained the cliff with blood, but it frightened many people. So no one can describe what really happened.

Judging from the surrounding environment, everyone also found that this was not a battlefield. Otherwise, there would be no mountains and rivers shrouded in a large array here, and they would have been shattered a long time ago.

"It should be the same as us, someone has set up a space pocket here and ambushed the Light Sanctuary. Duan Fatty, can you find traces of people moving hands and feet in the space again?"

Su Yang stared at the sky above his head, feeling that the battlefield was really in a hidden space.

In fact, there are many people who think the same way as them, but they can't find where the first battlefield is.

"I'll try. ”

Duan Kongkong sat cross-legged, and the faint space runes under him spread in all directions like spider webs......

"I'll try it too. ”

Qingqing slowly closed her eyes, and between her five fingers, a line like a string was emitted, deep into the earth.

Sage Yuntan protected the way for them, shielding many traces of sound, and after a while, he was surprised: "It's really amazing." That's how you cut off the army of butlers, right?"

He felt that he could not do it himself.

"Of course, it's more than that, but it still takes a lot of effort and good things. Su Yang smiled, in this regard, he was not as good as these two.

"Sure enough, it's boring. ”

After a while, Duan Kongkong said something empty and noticed something unusual. Zi Lingling said casually: "Dead fatty, you can't do it." ”

Duan Kongkong didn't reply, and after half a pillar of incense, he pointed to a sand stone and said, "Qingqing, that's the place."

"Damn, it's so small, I feel like I'm going to get a needle's eye. Duan Kongkong got up and rubbed his eyes.

After a while, Qingqing's middle finger was glued to a stone, which was smaller than a baby's stone. Qingqing's brows furrowed, and she couldn't bear to say, "That stone! That stone has a large inner space." The blood in it is too strong, and the battle has not yet dispersed. It's all in there......"

"No wonder, it's the World Stone. ”

Su Yang muttered, the eyes of heaven opened, and after breaking a few locks with ingenious means, he also saw the scene inside.

Zi Lingling made a move to pick up the world stone, but was stopped by Su Yang, who said, "There is a mechanism here." If he blows it up, it will be a dead place. There are still a lot of people around who live in this era......."

"Being tricked, Stinky Lingzi is so short-sighted. ”

Duan Kongkong didn't forget to sarcastically mock Zi Lingling, saying that he knew the treasure in his eyes. The two of them were making a fuss, but they both wanted to get the stone.

This person made Qi Qi speechless, did they have fewer World Stones......

Su Yang used the Heaven Deception Technique and carefully picked up the stone

Here is a battlefield, blood flowing, 50,000 or 60,000 people of all sizes died inside, the scene is very terrible......

They left this place, a secluded place, Su Yang opened the World Stone, and it was the same as the eye of heaven could see, the retreating army of the Bright Holy Land, except for the Bright Holy Lord, was all here......

(End of chapter)