When Lin Xiaoqiang stood in front of the vermilion-colored space gate, he felt that this door was really strong and terrifying.

Just the rippling space power around it is not comparable to the level of the Lingchuan Mountain Space Gate.

The height of the vermilion gate is about 200 meters, and it is embedded in the space.

Viewed vertically, half of the gate is at the other end of the space.

In other words, this gate directly connects the two worlds, and there will not even be a vortex in the middle.

As long as you take a step, you can directly reach another world, without going through the destruction of the space vortex.

The technology used in this door is quite powerful!

Lin Xiaoqiang sighed and slowly rotated around the door, touching the texture with his hands from time to time.

Judging by the feel, the material used in this door seems to be different from the space gate in Lingchuan Mountain, and it seems to be an enhanced version of time, and the feel is rougher and thicker.

After repeated investigations, Lin Xiaoqiang was sure that this gate could be destroyed by himself, as long as he attacked with the enlarged Blue Dragon Sword, and he didn't even need to use his spiritual power to explode.

After the inspection, Lin Xiaoqiang returned to the city.

At this point, the time just ticked midnight.

The people in the city are still doing that prayer dance.

Lin Xiaoqiang was curious about this, landed in the distance, retracted his wings, and cast a formation to isolate his sense of existence, striding forward.

Let's take a good look at what these people can do.

Before he could get close to the crowd dancing around the fire, Lin Xiaoqiang heard a noisy sound.

Those people seemed to be howling something.

Lin Xiaoqiang heard words like "to die", "sacrifice", and "time".

Frowning slightly, Lin Xiaoqiang felt that something was wrong.

Rushing over at a high speed, pushing through the crowd to the front.

At a glance, I could see the burning shelf and the people on it.

Lin Xiaoqiang's pupils shrank, and the wings of his nose smelled a vague smell of meat...

Subconsciously hold your breath, and your spiritual power blocks the nerve transmission of olfactory signals.

Those who were ignited by the flames let out a terrible howl, as if they were in the Nine Hells.

The frenzied atmosphere around him made Lin Xiaoqiang shudder, obviously next to the flames, but he felt the coldness from his heart.

"Die, die, die..."

"Sacrifice to the infidels!"

"Heretics don't deserve the forgiveness of the Demon God!"

"Lord Demon God... We have sacrificed the unbelievers to you, please give us some more time..."

The crackling of burning wood, the screams of the burned, the prayers of the fanatical believers all around, the incoherence of madness.

All kinds of sounds mingle together, come to the ear, and appear in the brain.

It was as if he was far away from this world, and his voice had a thin miasma with himself, and it became blurred, as if he was listening carefully to the outside world in a cotton package.

The world in front of me is getting farther and farther away, the light is getting dimmer and dimmer, and the fire is constantly disappearing.

Lin Xiaoqiang shuddered, and his senses were instantly clear, as if everything just now was just his imagination.

Wrong...

Lin Xiaoqiang swallowed his saliva and looked up at the sky.

It's true that the light is getting darker and the sound is diminishing, and that's not an illusion!

Dark clouds obscured the starlight, rolling in here with a suffocating sense of oppression.

In the dark clouds, Lin Xiaoqiang seemed to see a pair of blood-red eyes looking at him.

The alarm bell in his heart sounded, and the feeling of danger instantly spread all over his body, Lin Xiaoqiang shook, and the spiritual power of the junior emperor level broke out instantly.

A bad thought appeared in Lin Xiaoqiang's heart.

Could it be that the demons have invaded?

Lin Xiaoqiang's heart was extremely flustered.

Don't... Give me a little more time...

It must not be a demon invasion...

The Vermilion Bird Wings took Lin Xiaoqiang to rise in height, and when he was about to come into contact with the dark clouds, a stronger coercion covered him.

Lin Xiaoqiang blocked with both arms, and the spiritual power was so strong that he had already condensed the shadow of the weapon.

Those swords, guns, swords, halberds, and weapons that I had never seen before all rushed towards Lin Xiaoqiang, with the intention of killing him directly.

Holy Grade!

This is a saint-level coercion!

Before Lin Xiaoqiang could say in shock, the coercion doubled again.

Lin Xiaoqiang, who flapped his wings and resisted stubbornly in the air, was uneasy, and he didn't notice the re-strengthened spiritual power for a while, and in a moment, his body had been knocked away and smashed heavily to the ground.

The saint-level spiritual power rushed towards Lin Xiaoqiang again, and countless weapon phantoms smashed on the ground, carrying out indiscriminate carpet bombardment of this area.

Although Lin Xiaoqiang deliberately relied on his invincible defense to resist these coercions, the people around him did not have this ability.

All the participants in the rally were smashed into mud in this endless illusion of weapons, and for a moment the smell of blood was everywhere, and the black world had another color.

Witnessing such a tragedy, Lin Xiaoqiang covered his head and knelt on one knee.

The smell of blood in the air made people retch, and the sound of the mushy flowing was so clear at this moment.

After a carpet bombardment, the saint-level spiritual power disappeared without a trace.

Time is running out...

Lin Xiaoqiang thought in his heart, forcibly suppressed all kinds of discomfort, and looked up at the sky.

The black clouds are still drifting forward, and it is certain that there is definitely the army of demons on it!

What to do?

The demons have already launched an invasion, and the first battlefield is the world of the Dark Moon Pavilion.

No, they don't seem to see this as a battlefield!

Lin Xiaoqiang was flying at a low altitude, and after sealing his feelings, his thinking became extremely sharp and fast.

The continuous dark clouds continued to drift towards the east of the city, and the heavy sense of oppression increased as the clouds increased.

What's over there?

This question bothered Lin Xiaoqiang, he locked the direction of the dark clouds, gritted his teeth, flapped his wings, and rushed towards that position.

It is foreseeable that as long as he approaches a certain distance, he will be suppressed by the spiritual power of the holy level, but that spiritual power is not so strong that it cannot be resisted.

It was just a momentary negligence just now, although his own spiritual power poured out, but he didn't use it, and he could only play a role of one-twelve.

Sensing Lin Xiaoqiang's approach, the saint-level spiritual power surged out again, seeping out from under the dark clouds.

Countless weapon phantoms attacked Lin Xiaoqiang again.

Ready to meet the impact, Lin Xiaoqiang used his spiritual power to the fullest.

The Lingwei of the Beginner Emperor and the Lingwei of the Beginner Saint came into contact and resisted and entangled with each other.

Through Lingwei's induction, Lin Xiaoqiang's eyes lit up.

The spirit is unstable, and the breath is chaotic.

The injuries he suffered really didn't recover completely, there is a play!