Chapter 493: The Voice of Death

When Li Feng's aura suddenly disappeared from the third layer of the seabed, those blood-colored skeletons seemed to fall into a moment of confusion and incomprehension. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info As the sound of "click" sounded again, the blood-colored skeletons twisted their heads one after another, as if searching for something. When their heads turned around for most of the time, and they didn't find the breath of life in Fangcai, they suddenly "clicked" and hung their heads down, as if they were asleep.

Suddenly, there was silence again on the third floor.

At the bottom of the Inkblood Sea, when the blood-colored skeleton went from sleeping to waking up, and then to sleeping, the world of Inkblood overseas changed dramatically. It's just that Li Feng doesn't know.

The moment Li Feng appeared on the third layer of the Ink Blood Sea, the sky outside the Ink Blood suddenly thundered loudly, as if the sky was cracked, turning into a monstrous roar, resounding through the sky. Countless black lightning bolts streaked across the heavy sky, and on the pillar of light that rose to the sky, the red lightning flashed even more violently. As countless thunderous bursts rang out, one after another crimson extraterrestrial meteorites suddenly emerged from the whirlpool! Extraterrestrial meteorites turned into red meteors and fell from the sky! The entire land of the Wu Clan suddenly fell into a catastrophe!

The catastrophe of destruction has come again, as if to destroy this world full of sin, and then be reborn, and then destroyed, and be reborn......

In the sky above the land of the Wu Clan, the whistling sound turned into the final sound of death, and with the fall of meteorites outside the sky, weak lives disappeared forever in this world. These meteorites are big and small, the big ones are about more than a zhang, and the small ones are only the size of a fist, but no matter whether the meteorites are big or small, they have only one role and purpose, that is, to bring disaster and destruction to the land of the Wu Clan!

The land of the Wu Clan seems to have fallen into a sea of fire purgatory, and life is rapidly draining. Countless people of the Wu clan had blood and tears in their eyes, and knelt on the ground, watching the catastrophe descend and then devour their relatives and themselves.

The patriarch of the Wu clan was in tears at the moment, watching his people being swallowed up by the sea of fire one by one, but there was nothing he could do. This is a natural disaster, and it is also a natural disaster! He cannot and has no power to prevent this natural disaster from coming.

Could it be that the people of their witch tribe have really done something to be ashamed of the heavens?

The old clan was full of blood and tears, and slowly knelt down between heaven and earth......

On the surface of the Sea of Ink Blood, Wu Long's face was gloomy and terrifying, he had witnessed the birth and advent of the World Destroying Tribulation, and he didn't know if all this had anything to do with Li Feng. Despite this, he resolutely began to look for Li Feng's traces through the resentful spirits, and millions of resentful spirits flew to every corner of the Ink Blood Sea under his mind, but after just a stick of incense, the information from the resentful spirits turned out to be that no trace of Li Feng had been found.

The witch dragon's brow furrowed, and a resentful spirit with the witch dragon's divine thought burrowed through the entrance of the second floor. As the resentful spirits roared by, there was no trace of Li Feng on the dead second layer of the seabed.

"Could it be that he has entered the third layer?" a trace of horror flashed across the witch dragon's face, because within the third layer, there was a powerful existence from the ancient period that was sleeping in the middle of it, and once this powerful existence awakened, the land of the witch clan would be full of blood and bones!

It's just that no trace of Li Feng was found in the first and second layers of the Ink Blood Sea, and there was no reason other than that he had entered the third layer.

Wu Long's face suddenly turned a little pale, he must not let the third-layer fierce creatures out of the Ink Blood Sea, this is his duty as the guardian of the Ink Blood Sea. It's just that Li Feng is in the third layer at the moment......

A trace of pain flashed across the dragon's face, as if he was caught in a dilemma. If he had his honest personality on weekdays, he would never do this, just for the sake of tens of millions of Wu clansmen, he seemed to have no other way but to seal Li Feng and the murderous thing in the third layer.

There was an uproar in the water, and the figure of the witch dragon turned into an arrow from the string, rushing towards the entrance of the second layer! After entering the second layer, the witch dragon looked in the direction and flew towards the Nandou Killing Array leading to the third layer.

At this time, the Nandou Lore Array had already stopped running, and the teleportation array leading to the third layer suddenly appeared below the Nandou Lore Array. A trace of pain flashed across the dragon's face, and his hands began to slowly turn......

After a stick of incense, the teleportation array leading to the third layer was sealed again, and the Southern Dou Killing Array also slowly reversed at the feet of the witch dragon, returning to the state before Li Feng in the future.

The witch dragon sighed lightly, the black mangs flashed under his feet, and he left here.

"Brother Li, I hope you can turn evil into good fortune and walk out of the sea of ink and blood, Wu can't stand it for the sake of the Wu clan......" Wu Long muttered, a trace of gloom flashed in his expression. Because he knew that the chance of Li Feng being able to get out of the Ink Blood Sea alive was almost zero, he couldn't, Li Feng couldn't, and no one even could pass through the ninth layer of the Ink Blood Sea alive......

The moment the witch dragon sealed the Nandou Killing Array and the teleportation array leading to the third layer, the red pillar of light that rose to the sky also disappeared in an instant, and the huge vortex in the sky slowly dissipated with the disappearance of the pillar of light. Half an hour later, the heavens and the earth returned to their clarity, and a faint ray of sunlight shone down, bringing a touch of warmth to the earth. The crimson extraterrestrial meteorite also stopped falling, and everything seemed to return to its original state.

It's just that at this moment, the land of the Wu clan has already been shattered by mountains and rivers, and it is full of desolation.

In the land of the various tribes of the Wu clan, a pair of immature little hands prostrate on the ground, looking for their lost parents everywhere, and a heart-wrenching cry turned into a sad music, resounding faintly in the heaven and earth.

Just after the first tribulation, a young man in white came out of the vast 100,000 mountains, because he was the only one of the three people in this world who knew the truth.

His coming may be able to prevent the rebirth and destruction of this world.

Ink Blood Bottom of the Sea, Third Layer.

Li Feng's gaze slowly swept over the blood-colored skeletons hanging above the blood pool, and his face seemed to be a little gloomy. Because just now, a thought flashed through his mind, and the thing that this thought refers to may or may not exist.

In the land of the second layer of resentful spirits, among the millions of resentful spirits without their own consciousness, a black wraith king was born, and this wraith king not only has a different body shape and ordinary wraith, but also has its own consciousness and consciousness. So, is it possible that within the countless blood-colored skeletons in this third layer, there is also a Skeleton King, who also has his own consciousness and consciousness?

Li Feng thought of this, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead, because he found that every blood-colored skeleton here had a terrifying momentum and coercion, and this momentum and majesty came from the time he wanted it to live. Before these blood-colored skeletons were alive, they must have been some peerless masters who had cultivated to the heavens, but they didn't know why they were locked here and fell to their deaths.