She dreamed of ancient battlefields, of ancient times, and beyond.

Between the mountains and ravines, the giant beasts of the flood are rampant, the ancient relics are infested, the beasts roar, the mountains are shaking, the rivers are surging, and the waves are stirring up thousands of waves.

There are countless peerless masters of the Holy Realm, fighting in this side of heaven and earth, the gods of the heavenly realm, the demons with three eyes, the forbidden angel with one wing, and the remnant blood monsters on half of their bodies, harvesting each other's lives.

This is a real Shura field.

Suddenly, between the entire heaven and earth, an extremely dark aura like an abyss suddenly descended, and all life was shattered in an instant.

Yes, broken.

In the endless darkness, a large slender hand was stretched out and shook it hard.

Immediately after, the bodies of all the warring gods and demons were shattered into countless pieces, along with their souls.

The miserable cry chilled to the bone marrow.

Ling Luo also fell into extreme fear, who is this person? How can it be so scary?

It is the power of one hand that destroys everything!

It was at this time that a black thorn-like plant gradually grew on the flesh and blood of the gods and demons everywhere, and it spread extremely quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The thorny vines, nourished by the blood of gods and demons, absorb their essence and grow rapidly.

In a short time, the mountains and ravines were covered with black thorns, and in the darkness, there was a cold thin lip, slightly hooked, raising an extremely dazzling arc.

Ling Luo was awakened.

She sat up violently, her clothes soaked with cold sweat.

Her face was a little pale, and she stretched out a hand to wipe the cold sweat on her forehead that was like rain.

At this moment, in Ling Luo's mind, what could not be dispersed was still the nightmare that he was sitting in just now.

The bloody Shura slaughterhouse, the terrifying dark mystery man.

No!

Such a terrifying existence, it is not an exaggeration to call it Diablo!

Ling Luo held his head in his hands and took a few deep breaths before he stabilized his fluctuating heart slightly.

The last rays of darkness of the dawn had lifted, dawn had fallen, and it was already early morning.

The moment Ling Luo raised his head, when his gaze touched Lingtian, the whole person was completely stunned.

What is that?

Black thorns?

The spiritual field with a radius of 100 meters is covered with black thorns, and on the spikes that exude a black luster, there are dots of morning dew, like the tears of gods and demons.

Ling Luo stood up and stepped into this piece of black thorns, not only his body, but even his soul trembled with him!

Did she really cultivate the Black Thorns?

This...... Wouldn't it be too ......

Ling Luo's face was a little ugly, and the black thorns had grown to the height of her knees. She crouched down slightly, stretched out a hand, and lightly touched the spike.

"Shhhh

The spikes were too sharp, and a slight touch scratched a scar.

Above Ling Luo's fingers, drops of mellow blood fell, and they happened to drip on the black thorns.

Suddenly, there was a menstrual scene.

The thorn that was stained with Ling Luo's blood emitted a crystal black and red light, quiet and deep.

Ling Luo felt a tingling pain in his heart, as if he had been pierced by the thorns of thorns, and an indescribable pain struck him.

It's like I've lost the most important thing.,I want to cry for no reason.。