Boom"

"Collapse lala"

"Roar"

"Roar"

The mountain collapsed, the black clouds soared into the sky, covering the sky and the sun, the demons roared, the white dragon demon mountain was like a hellish scene, with a radius of hundreds of miles, the earth shook, and the heavens and the earth were turbulent.

Hundreds of miles in the forbidden area of the demon mountain, the world is frightened, crying and panicking.

The mountain people looked at the great changes between heaven and earth in the distance in horror, and the sky collapsed, and for the first time they felt the suffocating panic of destroying the world.

The mountain people trembled and knelt on the ground, muttering about the blessing of immortals and true spirits.

And the "immortals" in their mouths are also trembling and frightened like mortals.

The cultivators who guarded the four directions of the Demon Mountain also felt the suffocation of the collapse of the sky.

Far away, the sky is falling, and the overwhelming beasts are fleeing, unlike the previous beast tide, the demon beasts of the entire demon mountain are pouring out, which will be a huge disaster.

"It's over, we can't stop it at all. ”

This piece of heaven and earth was in turmoil, and the cultivators of the Eight Gates felt a sense of powerlessness that was breathless.

"What's that?"

Suddenly, someone shouted in horror.

In the distance, in the black clouds that obscured the sky, a body the size of a mountain broke through the mountain and slowly climbed up.

A low mountain buried his head, and a mountain buried his body...... It just climbed out, and the mountains crumbled, giving people an extremely exaggerated visual impact.

"This ......"

Both cultivators and the world were shocked by this spectacular and shocking image, and their breathing became difficult.

And between heaven and earth, the strange roar of the mountains and tsunami swept the sky and swept in all directions, and the heaven and earth lost their color.

"The Great Tribulation!"

...........

Above the sky, Jiang Xiaobai exerted his magic power to resist the wind for six thousand miles, and when he arrived near the White Dragon Demon Mountain, the world was already devastated.

The area within a radius of four or five hundred miles has been covered by demonic energy, and the three prefectures of Yunnan, Qianchuan, and Sichuan have each fallen, and there is chaos on the earth.

There are monsters and beasts who are rioting and slaughtering civilians, there are homeless people who are in a hurry, crying helplessly, there are army artillery fire, and there are warplanes roaring......

Along the way, he saw the unbelievable marks of ordinary people, huge footprints, crumbling earth, valleys, rivers......

The sun and moon are dark, the heavens and the earth are chaotic, and corpses are everywhere.

This is the first time Jiang Xiaobai has seen this picture.

A sense of impact hit his Dao heart, making him a little trance-like, as if this place was not in the human world.

The three hundred congenitals of the Daomen he brought were also greatly impacted, some people lost their minds, some people were angry, some people were panicked, and some people were shocked.

Immediately, they took the initiative to petition one by one along the road to enter this chaotic area to help stabilize the situation, and even Li Shuiyue and Hatsune, who came with them, saw this tragic scene in the world.

Leaving Jiang Xiaobai alone, with a hundred flavors in his heart, he went straight to the forbidden area of Demon Mountain against the wind.

There is no sun and moon, the demon clouds are thick like paint, the mountains are broken, the rivers are broken, and the entire White Dragon Demon Mountain and several nearby mountains have all collapsed into a huge cave with a radius of 100 yuan, and there is no bottom.

There was no life all around, and it was a dead place.

As soon as Jiang Xiaobai entered the vicinity, he felt a strong sense of crisis, like a thorn, and he didn't dare to take a step further.

In the Abyss Cave, he seemed to see a picture, where countless gods and demons had fallen here, and the breath of these gods and demons was slowly awakening in this heaven and earth, giving him a sense of absurdity of time and space disorder.

He thought of a picture that his friend Master Kong Ming had pointed to and showed him.

The shadow of the Buddha in the sky seems to be slowly reincarnating from the starry sky.

All this, it seems, is it a coincidence, is it a heavenly opportunity? History that has disappeared in the mythical years is going to be repeated?

Jiang Xiaobai asked himself, a little distracted.

Of course, what he had to do now was not to think about this, and after losing his mind for a while, Jiang Xiaobai left this big burial pit without stopping.

Soon after, he appeared in Sanshui County, the closest county town to Demon Mountain.

It had become a dead city, with stumps and broken roofs, and it had been born into a purgatory, gray and foggy.

The soldiers, cultivators, and civilians stationed there seemed to have been slaughtered by the beast tide that swept out, and there were some scattered beasts gnawing at the corpses.

Jiang Xiaobai passed along the road, there were wild beasts, half-demons surging in, but a few feet away from him, they turned into fire, and turned into ashes in half an hour.

He went to the southeast corner of the county seat, where the villagers in Taohuali and the old man Chen's family used to live.

Mr. Chen's family was absent, and no body was found.

Those former folks didn't see it either.

Eventually, he slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyebrows moved, and his body blurred in the air, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A few miles away, there is a closed mine.

There is a group of half-demons and a bear demon that has become a climate wandering in this place, and there are more than a dozen life paths under the mine shaft of tens of meters.

There are dozens of survivors here.

These people include soldiers, women, children, and children, and there is even an innate cultivator.

The cries of children and women echoed through the cavern, and the rumbling, deafening thud of action could be heard outside.

It was a life-threatening note, and with each blow, the low sobs of hiding in the mine became louder.

The surviving people hiding in the pit are full of despair, and when the terrible monsters outside come in, they have no way to live, they are just waiting for death.

"Immortal, save us, my child is still young, please, I don't want to die here. ”

A young woman holding the child in her arms cried and begged the only practitioner inside.

It was this immortal master who covered the mine when the beast tide came, and he became the only lifesaver for these people.

The same goes for everyone else.

And the "immortal master" in their mouth was a middle-aged man, sitting cross-legged in the center, with the wind turning all over his body, wrapping these ordinary people and protecting them from being suffocated by the demonic energy that filled them outside.

This middle-aged man has a high nose and a round face, and at this time, he is frowning and crying in the face of these people's begging, and he is worried.

This person is a cultivator of the Eight Gates stationed in the Demon Mountain, named Wu Qishan, because the great change of the sky and the earth falling in the Demon Mountain was too sudden, and the beast tide was too turbulent, and it was too late to evacuate the civilians of this city, so it was lost.

He relied on his innate cultivation to fight his way out, and when he arrived here, in order to save a group of desperate miners, he was finally trapped in this mine by a demon bear.

Thinking of everything that happened outside, Wu Qishan felt like he had a nightmare, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

Those fellow cultivators and soldiers died in battle one by one, and the civilians who had not yet been sent away were slaughtered, and in the blink of an eye, it became a purgatory.

And he, when the demon bear outside breaks through the iron door, the end will not be much better.

The shocking changes outside had already made this innate cultivator lose his mind, and he couldn't do anything about it looking at this group of civilians crying for help.

Sadness and fear are exaggerated in the silence of this "immortal master", which makes people desperate.

At this moment, the deafening thrashing suddenly disappeared.

This was followed by the terrible howl of the beast, only for a moment, and then an eerie silence returned.

The survivors of the mine were shocked, their eyes frightened and nervous, and their bodies tense.

A gust of wind blew, and a man appeared in the air.

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