All kinds of speculations were too shocking, and Yang Chen didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

He put the long sword given by Bai Yiqing back into the sheath, picked up the sword in the root of the tree, and looked up at the black, not to mention anything else for the time being, this is the big trouble in front of him.

The wind was terrible, like a woman wailing.

The thunder was furious, like a man roaring.

The sound of rain was subtle in the ears, as if there was a beautiful woman standing next to Yang Chen at this time, hiding her face and crying, the appearance of pear blossoms with rain can be imagined.

The black is surging, like a rolling river, and countless silhouettes of black shadows are scurrying in it, which is dazzling.

"Boom!"

A mountain in the distance suddenly erupted into terrifying fluctuations, and a hundred-meter-thick gap spread from the top of the mountain to the bottom, and the whole mountain was split in two, sloping towards both sides.

In an instant, boulders fell, trees snapped, and the ground shook, splashing dust large enough to cover the blue sky.

Yang Chen looked at it coldly, his expression was unwavering, but in fact, the hand holding the sword was already green, and his palm was full of sweat.

He felt a chill in front of and behind him, and his blood seemed to be frozen, making it difficult to move the slightest.

The mountain continued to crumble, and many majestic buildings tumbled down from it, smashing into the rain-soaked earth.

The mountain is a scenic spot, with many spectacular Buddhist temples built on the top of the mountain, and a large number of tourists worship the Buddha and burn incense here every year, and the power of faith is very strong.

When the aura was revived, there was also a Bodhisattva here, although the Tao is not deep, but it is not an idle person, if it were not for the Leiyin Temple was cut down by the Great Demon with a sword, they would definitely be manifesting and protecting this mountain.

On that day, Gu Chang'an broke the foundation of Western Heaven Buddhism, causing Shakyamuni to be seriously injured, and the rest of the Bodhisattvas were also affected, and at this time there was no time to take care of the incense temple in the world.

The buildings collapsed one after another, and the red bricks and green tiles were mixed with the golden body of the Bodhisattva, no matter how brilliant they were before, they were all remnants at the moment, and they were crushed by the falling rocks in the blink of an eye.

That mountain was some distance away from Yang Chen, but there were still a lot of stones flying from a distance, almost smashing that immovable and delicate face into a blur of flesh and blood.

Large swaths of trees were broken, all broken by the debris of the building.

Yang Chen was anxious, his current situation was very dangerous, and he could end up like those trees at any time.

In the heavy rain, a cry suddenly rang out, coming from the direction of the mountain.

It was now like a gourd that had been cut, and many unknown evil spirits escaped from the inner part of the mountain, and then all burrowed into the darkness.

Inside the huge crack, countless figures rushed out, all of which emitted a faint purple-black light, like an upside-down meteor shower, rushing towards the sky, extremely weird.

The scene in front of him was terrifying, the faces of those figures were all distorted to the extreme, and Yang Chen could clearly hear the hoarse cries.

In the vast rain, there was a woman crying, although the cry was heartbreaking, but it was not difficult to hear that her voice was very sweet, which was in stark contrast to those figures.

Yang Chen couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end, and hurriedly frantically operated the golden spiritual power in his body, completely ignoring the consumption, and directly turned into a big dragon to dissipate the cold nearby.

After escaping the predicament, he quickly retreated, fleeing in the opposite direction of the mountain, knowing that something more terrible would happen next, and that if he remained here, he would probably become a dead corpse.

Flying out for miles, surrounded by mountains and forests, the rain was pouring down, and the woman's cry lingered clearly in his ears, making him creepy.

"What the hell is this!?"

Yang Chen's heart trembled violently, and he sped up frantically.

However, at this moment, a white shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and then five sharp purple-black nails stabbed towards his throat, and the movement was extremely instantaneous.

Yang Chen reacted quickly, resisting with his sword, his nails collided with the sword body, and some sparks burst out.

When he saw the appearance of the i, he was immediately taken aback.

It was a woman who was as pale as paper, with all the facial features on her face sunken, except for one mouthful of teeth, all protruding and sharp.

He was sure that this was by no means a normal person.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the woman let out a few strange laughs, and then rushed up again, the fangs in her mouth flashed coldly, and whoever was bitten would definitely lose three or four catties of meat.

Although the other party's appearance is terrifying, Yang Chen is not afraid, what he is afraid of is an ethereal thing, like this kind of monster that exists in reality, he fights one by one!

The whole body was full of golden light, Yang Chen was fearless, and he fought with the strange-looking woman in an instant, his fists were punched out one after another, and the terrifying divine power shook the ancient trees in all directions.

"Bang!"

A punch burst the woman's head, and the spiritual power surged out from the body, blocking the splashing brain, Yang Chen said coldly: "The strength is not strong, but it is weird." ”

After dealing with this woman, the crying around suddenly disappeared, Yang Chen was relieved, and jumped on the tallest tree nearby, saying: "The situation is not good, that piece of black is constantly falling, and it will soon be close to the earth, and I don't know what terrible things will happen when the time comes." ”

Thinking of those evil spirits and figures that had penetrated into the darkness, Yang Chen was frightened for a while, he had just roughly estimated that the number was at least tens of thousands.

"Help!"

Suddenly, a woman's cry for help came from afar, it should have been a spell, and the sound was as loud as a bell.

Yang Chen frowned, pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth after thinking about it, picked up his sword and rushed over.

The mountain cracked, revealing a huge opening.

And the foot of its mountain is not calm, almost all of it sinks within a radius of 100 miles, and then a magnificent and huge ancient city slowly rises from the ground.

It was surrounded by an endless amount of ghostly energy, so thick that it could not be dissolved, and there was a blood-colored river surrounding it, boundless.

The blood-colored river was raging, spreading to the end of the void, and there were countless corpses floating in it, and there were even some living beings wailing, struggling in the blood water, and it looked extremely poignant.

Its source is nothingness, and beside it is rooted a huge ancient tree, its branches curled and vigorous, covered with the wrinkles of time.

Although the foliage is dense, it is extremely strange, because each leaf has a human face mark on it, some are crying, some are laughing, and it makes people tremble.

The most terrifying thing is that on the thick branches, there is a white silk tied to it, and a dead body is hanging!

The whole city was very old, and as it continued to rise and shake, a large amount of mud debris suddenly fell from above.

Directly in front of the blood-colored river, there was a magnificent bronze gate, as high as a ten-story building, carved with many exquisite patterns, exuding a faint light.

A few hundred meters away from the gate, a woman in red was leaning limply against a half-broken tree, her face flushed, and her mouth was full of blood.

She has a beautiful appearance, her skin is as white as snow, and she has dozens of wounds on her body, large and small.

Fortunately, although there were many wounds, they were not fatal.

At this moment, her charming eyes were full of fear, staring at a man standing in front of the bronze door, his expression flustered and helpless.

The palace rose from the ground, and a loud noise was heard.

The man was dressed in an old black robe, his face was pale, his long shawl hair danced in the rain, and he was not too handsome.

Of course, his figure is also very ordinary, and even a little thin, which makes people worry about whether he will be blown down by the wind.

But this is such a man, but the momentum he has is comparable to the ocean, boiling and spreading to the surroundings, his eyes are like a big sun, emitting fiery fluctuations, and the blood and qi in the heavenly spirit cover are soaring to the sky, reaching the outside of the territory.

He took a step and walked forward, and with each step the ground shook, and the woman burst with gall, and his forehead bleed.

The woman in red trembled, her eyes full of despair.

With a "bang", the earth shattered, and Yang Chen suddenly fell from the sky, raised his sword and pointed at the man, and then his pupils constricted.

Because he saw an incomparably terrible picture, although the man in front of him was moving, but his eyebrows were pierced by a sharp arrow, and his eyes were completely colorless.

Obviously, the other party is a dead man!