Like Wang Qingmin, when he first came in, everyone was still scrambling, but after seeing everything in the hall, everyone couldn't help but slow down again.

There was really nothing to find in this hall, except for the statues, there was nothing in it. Everyone's consciousness swept over and over again, but nothing unusual was found.

Eventually, someone couldn't help but start filling their space bags with the statues.

Wang Qingmin's divine sense has already looked at these stone statues many times, this is indeed a stone statue, there is no abnormality, if these stone statues are of any use, that is, there is some collection value.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that at the moment when the last stone statue was put away, the door of the palace on the mountainside slammed shut, and a killing array appeared in this instant, so that the monks inside didn't even have a chance to react.

The surrounding space changed dramatically in an instant, and after a blur, it directly turned into a pitch-black desert, which seemed to be boundless, and there was no edge in sight.

"Damn, how did it become like this, Li Er Mazi, it's all your fault for this matter, why are you doing with that broken statue."

"Death Yama, you too, you took that statue, put it back quickly."

…

For a while, all kinds of complaints rang out.

"Soul Reaper, you took it too, now where the damn go!"

…

Just as the people around were pointing at each other, I saw that in the distance of this pitch-black desert, there were tornadoes that connected the sky and the earth, and a large amount of black sand was swept up to the sky by the wind, and the lightning was mixed in it, showing the infinite power of it.

Wang Qingmin has now determined that he is no longer in the palace just now, and now he is in a different space, which is very terrifying, and it is very likely that he will die if he is not careful.

The whirlwind in the distance pressed down on the whole area, and the surrounding monks had already begun to flee.

But before they could run far, they saw that in the distance in front of them, whirlwinds slowly appeared, and slowly became thicker, encircling this side.

This is the killing array, and there will be no dead ends at all.

Faced with such a scene, the only way to escape is underground.

The monks who knew how to use earth-based spells hurriedly drilled into the ground, and depending on the size of the storm, it was not safe to be on the surface.

Wang Qingmin has Taoist skills and the art of escaping, so he is not afraid of having no way to escape. But those monks who didn't know how to use earth-based spells panicked.

In this kind of place where there are storms everywhere, no teleportation is used, unless you have a natal space, and it is the kind of space that can survive in it, there is nowhere to hide.

There are even a few god-transforming stage monks in this who don't even have earth-based spells, and they are in a hurry to turn around on it.

As more and more monks descended underground, the surface of the desert began to be in chaos.

There were even a few monks who took out the earth-based spell jade slips on the spot and began to practice, but there was no time to prepare at all. Those jade slips also began to be snatched in the last madness of the monks, and finally fell into the hands of those god-transforming monks.

The potential of human beings is infinite, and in such a short period of time, there is really a monk who instantly learned the earth escape spell, and threw the jade slip in his hand and dived down.

This is a living role model, but such people are in the minority after all, and they are very rare. The monk was ready to start learning earth-based spells, and that's why he has the speed he has now.

The second person, whose intelligence had doubled, never appeared again, and the storm that swept the heavens and the earth finally appeared here.

The monks who had nowhere to escape let out heart-rending screams, and in order to survive, they banded together to set up one magic circle after another in an attempt to fight the storm.

But they apparently ignore the forces of nature, especially the power that appears in this life-killing circle, which is simply not something that human beings can compete with.

The high-speed rotating black sand, each grain is like a sharp blade, cutting the formation from time to time, the spirit stones on the bodies of these monks are used up like flowing water, when their spirit stones are used up, it is the spiritual power on their bodies, and once their spiritual power is exhausted, what awaits them will be the end of no bones.

All the monks who were still on the surface were desperate, they took out all their treasures, spirit stones, spirit water, spirit medicines, spirit grass, as long as it was something with a little spiritual power, they were all taken out and put into the formation they maintained together.

Ten minutes passed,

Half an hour has passed,

An hour has passed...

Under the horrified gaze of these monks, the various spiritual objects in that formation were finally slowly exhausted, turning into layers of powder of different colors, which was the result of being drained of spiritual power by the large array.

"Everyone, take turns to step forward to replenish the spiritual power of the big array, quickly!"

Finally, under the command of the only three remaining Avatar Cultivators, nearly a thousand monks began to take turns to replenish the spiritual power of this large array, but this was always a drop in the bucket, and the spiritual power of the monks could not withstand the consumption rate of the large array at all.

Every time a monk went up, that is, in a few minutes, the spiritual power of that body was declared exhausted, and this large array had already operated to the limit, and the spiritual power it needed was terrifying.

If there is anyone who can guarantee the operation of this large array at present, it is only Wang Qingmin, and he must also keep using the healing potion, a powerful medicine that instantly restores mana, and he doesn't know how long it will take.

But since Wang Qingmin chose to hide underground, it is impossible for him to appear on the surface again and fight for these people.

Another half an hour passed, and the storm outside the large array did not show any signs of weakening, and it was still consuming the large array. At this time, the monks in the big array had already rotated, and even the three god-transforming monks had come on the field.

"Everyone is on it, don't keep the spiritual power anymore, once the big array is broken, we will all die."

A primordial monk screamed, waving his arms to force out all the spiritual power in his body and inject it into the great array.

Stimulated by him, more and more monks joined the ranks, and these monks are now desperate, so to speak, having lost their spiritual power, they are now mortals, mortals like worms in their eyes.

Another half an hour passed, and all the monks were sweating profusely on the ground, their eyes nervously watching the storm outside.

After more than two hours of storm baptism, the formation was finally not broken, but it was finally the last moment.

Looking out from the inside of the large array, I saw that the storm gathered around them was slowly moving in all directions, and as long as they held on for a few more moments, they were victorious......

However, at this moment, the big array that guarded the lives of all the monks finally began to fade in a burst of light and flicker, and the flickering light affected everyone's hearts, only the dozen or so array eyes that formed the big array were still bright, but once the big array broke, this place would soon fall.

The great array lit up, and the hearts of the people fell, and when the great array was extinguished, the hearts of the people also fell.

Finally, this frequency accelerated, and in the mood of everyone, they saw that the big array flashed twice at the end, and finally disappeared.

The storm outside, which had not completely left, swept in like a roaring beast in an instant.

"Ah, no!"

"Help!"

"I don't want to die!"

…

All kinds of screams rang out, and nearly a thousand monks who had lost their mana were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, leaving only the last scream.

The relentless wind continued to roll, driving layers of black sand, like waving knives, to kill this group of miserable monks.

Those monks on the periphery first touched the black sand, and the robes on their bodies were immediately scratched, of course, at the same time, it was their **. With a scream, these monks who had lost their mana protection were affected by the aftermath of the storm, and their flesh and blood were scraped clean.

The screams rang out, but within a few minutes, they fell silent, and the blood-red bones sat or lay there, and there was no one alive. (To be continued.) )