Life will not be static, so with the arrival of Lan Feng, Chen Mo's life has gradually undergone some changes.

Change is not good or bad. It's just that this team doesn't have the same kind of wood as before, and it's a little more angry.

Lan Feng was naturally not really a talker like Chen Mo said, he just felt that he would say a few words when he needed to speak, and with Lan Feng joining, the relationship between the three of them was even closer.

The cave that can live in people was finally found with the unremitting efforts of the three people, this time it was safe, the three of them searched inside and out, and even the surrounding caves they also searched and entered, and only after making sure that there was really no danger did the three enter.

The bonfire was lit, and there was a hint of life inside the dark cave.

The smell of barbecue meat continued to fill the cave, and the three of them all carried a lot of meat from hunted beasts, and at this time, even if they stayed in it all the time, they didn't need to worry about the danger of food, but it would be even more dangerous to go outside.

This made Fu Feng admire Chen Mo, this method was really not something that people came up with.

Those who enter the secret realm will be rewarded for the first hundred, but Fu Feng doesn't think that there will be a hundred people left, and a strong person like himself would not dare to ensure absolute safety inside, let alone the group of people outside.

Countless demonic beasts are staring at them, countless natural disasters will come at any time, and the so-called companions around them may have prepared sharp knives ready to leave an impressive stab on their bodies.

In such a situation, how can they be safe?

Fu Feng couldn't help but be glad that his choice was correct, the outside world was too dangerous, and the outside world was too helpless, although he was very arrogant, he would not be so arrogant that he thought he would not die.

As long as there is danger, they will die.

The three of them were around the campfire, no one spoke, and after being together for so long, they were tired of talking anything, and even the beautiful girl in a skirt that she occasionally saw in the gravel world was seriously described.

It's just that this topic that interested the three of them came to an end after being identified as Fu Feng's own sister.

But...... Since then, Chen Mo and Lan Feng scolded Fu Feng with one more sentence to fuck your sister.

There is peace in the secret realm, and occasionally people die, but this changeable weather is the best accomplice of the perpetrator, and in a few days, the traces, and the bones of the dead will disappear completely.

And then, no one remembers the dead, the living, or the path that the dead once walked.

And then...... Die the same.

There were a lot of deaths in the secret realm, but compared to the outside, there were far fewer people.

The gravel world is in shambles, the smoke of war fills the continent, the murderers put away their bloodthirsty scythes and become humble gentlemen again, and the dead are only covered by flies that sing a lament of death for them.

There is no one who collects the body, because the one who collects the body is dead.

The crows in the sky temporarily took the place of the arduous position of corpse collector, and the corpse collector in black robes paced in front of each corpse, tearing apart the rotting corpse one by one, bite by bite.

The stench covered the continent like a cloud of black smoke and crows covering the sky.

The continent seems to have lost its voice, but the croaking of crows and the buzzing of flies still prove that there is still a sound on this continent.

The dead bodies were lying on the ground, their bodies were mostly incomplete, some had a huge hole in their chests, some had a huge hole in their shoulders, but they couldn't find where their arms should be, and some of them were only left with their bodies, and their heads were helplessly looking into the distance in the distance.

Helplessness, spreading on this continent, and the people on this continent, do not feel this way. 33

Because, there is no longer anyone who can stand.

The Gravel Realm suffered a catastrophe, and as the first Demon Realm to be breached, the Gravel Realm suffered the disaster of the Slaughter Realm.

The demon clan of the entire realm has endured the wrath, and the person who vents this anger on this gravel realm is Shen Chong, who is already known as the number one general in the cultivator realm, and his battle department, the Heavenly Fu War Department.

The arrival of the Heavenly Fu War Department was like a disaster that had befallen the Gravel Realm, and the entire Heaven of the Gravel Realm had collapsed.

The demon world shook, the demon world shook, the cultivators shook, the world shook.

The four major families of the demon clan have made a poisonous oath to kill this son, and at the same time, the war department of the demon clan also appeared in the rear of the logistics war department of the Heavenly Rune War Department of the Dark Demon Desolate Underworld, instantly cutting off the support of the talent war department, and the demon war department responded instantly, and then several war departments appeared around the talent war department.

The Talent War Department is in jeopardy.

But all this, the people of the gravel world, do not know at all, because they are dead, and those who are still alive do not dare to come out at all, maybe some dare to come out, but they are driven to a place.

There are no one in the Gravel Realm who can receive this news, and there are not even creatures in the Gravel Realm who are crying for the dead.

The few living beings left are eating away at the dead creatures of this continent.

No one cried for them!

However, no one knows all this, they may be thinking about avenging the dead people in the gravel world, but they don't know if the people in the gravel world know.

Because this continent has been completely dead, this is a continent that belongs to the necromancy.

I can't see the soul, but I can know that countless restless and unwilling souls are wandering helplessly.

Nobody knows.

Just when those who had already prepared for this long-lost victory and annihilated this lone army of cultivators who had penetrated deep into the Demon Realm, a great change took place in the Dark Demon Desolate Underworld.

A cultivator battle department appeared on the demon clan's defense line, and then continuously destroyed dozens of defense lines laid by the demon clan, tearing the demon clan's defense line apart before the demon clan could react.

No one knows exactly where this war unit came from.

The Demon Clan's War Department, which was responsible for intercepting and killing the cultivators, retreated as soon as possible, trying to recover the decline, but the speed of that War Department was too fast, and it broke through the Demon Clan's defense in an instant.

Another war department broke the demon defense line, but this time it entered the demon realm.

The world was shocked again!

No one had paid attention to the savage continent, the undead continent.

Countless necromancers roam the continent, crying out their uneasiness to every tourist who walks by, pouring out their anger like everyone who passes by, they are ready, they are not willing to die like this.

They don't believe it, they don't believe it until they die, they will die, they are the masters of the gravel world, the gravel world is their home, they are in their own home, they are killed by robbers.

They have forgotten that they are already necromancy, the gravel realm, and the necromantic continent.