This strong man's cultivation is profound, and his voice is sharp and mighty, forming a sound wave that is visible to the naked eye: "I don't accept it! I am the Dragon Protector of the Earth Ze League, I don't want to die!"

He suddenly mobilized the aura of his whole body, exerted his spiritual skills, turned into a six-song black Jiao, and rushed towards the town border army who escorted him. This is a powerhouse of the sixth level of the Open Pulse Realm, and he wants to rush away from the town border army in front of him and flee with his way.

"Look for death!"

The town border soldiers were not alarmed, and the town border soldier who escorted him also smiled disdainfully, as if he took a step forward at random, and the armor on his body rattled.

The powerhouse of the town's border army punched out, and the silver aura gushed out, forming a silver wolf phantom on his body. The silver wolf's claws and his fist overlapped, and the huge palm like a fan stirred up palpitating qi and blood, turning into a ferocious blow.

As soon as the two collided, the six black Jiao, which were nearly a foot tall, were easily dispersed like black smoke, and the wolf's claws continued unabated, destroying and decaying, and slammed into the chest of the Dragon Protector of the Dize Alliance.

"Crackling ......"

A series of bones cracked sounded, and the dragon protector spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, plunging headlong into the black mist like cotton wool.

"Ahh

"Martial artist, open pulse, spiritual aperture, qi sea, elixir, void god, consummation. ”

"There are seven realms for immortal cultivators, one step at a time, without the superior inheritance of the empire, it is not easy for idle cultivation to reach the realm of opening the pulse. Feng Yan shook his head, "But casual cultivation is casual cultivation after all, just like a thug on the street, even if he is ruthless and terrifying, how can he compare with a formally trained soldier?"

"I'm the deputy hall master of the Fish Dragon Hall of the Dize League, you can't do this to me!" With the death of the Jiaolong Protector of the Dize League, the bandits who were escorted exploded in an instant. Another powerhouse of the Open Pulse Realm struggled violently, and he was also a high-level member of the Dize Alliance, shouting loudly.

"I'm the left protector of the Shacheng Gang!"

"I'm the fourth master of Li Shan!"

There are constantly people roaring, they are all advanced cultivators, and the roar is like thunder, enough to spread for dozens of miles. These people struggled violently, eager to break free from the shackles on their bodies, but the rope was made of some material, and it was able to bind the powerhouse of the Open Pulse Realm.

"Feed!" Feng Yan was a little impatient, his face became gloomy, and he turned around and shouted.

A group of town border troops sped up, and the deputy hall master of the Fish Dragon Hall of the Dize Alliance was the first to be thrown into the black mist, followed by the other Open Pulse Realm monks and some high-level martial artists, and with a series of screams, the people who were thrown in were no longer silent.

"Stop!"

After hundreds of people were thrown in, Feng Yan waved his hand to stop. The townside soldiers hurriedly stopped, and an old man with a gloomy face had already been picked up, and the townside soldier who was carrying him heard the order, hurriedly withdrew his hand, and threw him on the ground again. At this time, there were only a few dozen bandits left who were not fed.

The old man also walked around before the ghost gate closed, he gasped, and the cold sweat on his forehead rolled down.

He was also a strong party before the natural disaster, and was called the Blood Eagle Duke. Once he waved his big hand, and he trembled for dozens of miles. When the women of the village put their children to sleep, they can stop babies crying at night by mentioning his name!

Now that the old man no longer has the scenery of the past, he trembles all over, and he is involuntarily frightened to the point of incontinence.

"The black fog seems to be full......"

Feng Yan's heart turned happy, and after throwing thousands of people into it, he saw that the thick black mist that seemed to be indissolvable was slowly fading, gradually becoming translucent, revealing a pitch-black object hidden inside, which looked like a huge city gate.

"Yecheng City Gate!" Feng Yan was overjoyed in his heart, feeding the meteorite, his task was completed. Suddenly, a mutation occurred. Feng Yan's heart moved slightly, and his sharp gaze looked into the depths of the black mist, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

In the slowly thin black mist, a thick black shadow was revealed, like a black python swimming slowly in the mist.

"Not good!" A strong sense of danger exploded like a cold man, making the wind and fire like falling into an ice cave. He was terrified, and hurriedly mobilized all his strength, revealing two rounds of red spiritual apertures under his feet, shattering the earth under his feet. Feng Yan's body popped back, turning into a streamer of light and rushing into the distance.

"Run!" he shouted as he retreated, alerting the surrounding townsmen. Every town border army was a powerhouse above the Open Pulse Realm, and they also sensed the danger in an instant, and hurriedly fled into the distance, and all kinds of pulse qi rushed to the sky for a while.

But it was too late.

Suddenly, a black mist so thick that it almost turned into substance rushed out of the city gate, like a huge black tongue, and it quickly poked out of the gradually dissipating fog wall and swept towards the crowd standing outside. Drowning one strong man after another.

"Ahh

The screams continued one after another, and the Blood Eagle Male, who was thrown on the ground, bore the brunt. He was the first to be licked by the black qi, let out a scream like a ghost crying wolf, and then disappeared from the spot.

The big black tongue licked from north to south, drowning out the bandits who had not yet been thrown into the black mist, and then devoured the townside army that was fleeing into the distance.

Originally, there were many civilian forces waiting outside the black fog, and when the border army of the town cracked the black fog, they took the opportunity to enter it and get a piece of the pie. Now when they saw this, they also fled in a hurry.

But the speed of the black tongue is so fast that even the monks of the Open Pulse Realm in the town border army can't dodge it, not to mention those civilian forces with a majority of martial artists?

The black mist drew a semicircle around the city gate, and in an instant, it overwhelmed everyone waiting outside.

The general of the town's border army, who was also a monk of the Spirit Aperture Realm, ran away into the distance at a rapid speed, but was immediately caught up by the black mist and devoured completely.

Only Feng Yan is still fleeing, after all, he is an immortal cultivator in the realm of spiritual apertures, and he has opened the six spiritual apertures of Heavenly Palace, Earth Spring, and Divine Treasure, and his blood is like a sea.

He also carried several treasures with him, and although he had been the closest to the Black Mist, he was the first to be alert, the fastest, and the farthest to escape.

Su Gan stood far away, far beyond the range of the black fog that could attack, and he didn't even have the idea of escaping, just stood in place.

Feng Yan noticed Su Gan, he rushed desperately in his direction, and then stretched out his hand to Su Gan. He was only one step away from escaping and ascending to heaven, and he longed for someone to pull him, even if the person in front of him didn't have much cultivation and was as weak as an ant. Feng Yan is unwilling to give up, like a person who is about to drown trying to grasp a straw floating on the water. Although I already knew that I couldn't change the ending, it was better than nothing.

Su Gan also instinctively stretched out his hand, but there was still a few zhang between them, how could Su Gan be able to pull him?

The big black tongue licked over Feng Yan's body, drowning his lower body and licking it on his back.

The big tongue composed of black mist drew a semicircle, and it licked it in only a moment, and in an instant, it swept past the wind and flames, flung a semicircle, and submerged into the depths of Ye City. At the moment when the black tongue disappeared, the black qi that formed the fog wall also quickly dissipated.

Su Gan didn't have time to see what was in the black qi, because something rolled down close to his feet.

Feng Yan was not completely swallowed by the black mist, he still maintained the movement of reaching out to Su Gan, and then was carried by inertia and rolled down to Su Gan's feet. Su Gan's eyes widened, staring at the miserable Feng Yan, his heart exploded like thunder, and his brain buzzed.

The scene in front of me was incomparably shocking.

He was originally the strongest man here, with a heroic appearance, and he commanded his army, and a single word could determine the life and death of hundreds of people. But at this time, all the lower half of his body was gone, and half of his back was also lost, and the fracture was neat and smooth, revealing the bloody internal organs inside.

Half of Feng Yan's body was gone, clothes, flesh, bones, and even the sword he was carrying behind him were all gone. It's like some monster in the black mist has eaten everything he has there.

After all, Feng Yan is a powerhouse in the Spirit Aperture Realm, his physical body has been developed extremely strong, his vitality is extremely strong, even if he is so seriously injured, he still does not die immediately. His heart was still beating vigorously, and he raised his head with difficulty, trying to support his upper body with both hands, wanting to talk to Su Gan. But his lungs were broken, he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't speak for a long time with his mouth open.

Su Gan looked at him blankly, at a loss, and suddenly, vigorous qi and blood erupted from Feng Yan's body, mixed with red aura, and rushed upwards for several meters. Feng Yan's head was lowered, and there was no longer any breath.

Su Gan was frightened and took a few steps back, he fell to the ground, panting heavily: "Dead ......"

This is the first time that Su Gan has faced a dead person so intuitively, and he is a person who has died so miserably.

"There were nearly a thousand martial artists here just now, and there were even quite a few monks from the Open Pulse Realm, all of them died like this?" he couldn't believe it.

Originally, there were many people gathered here, and he was afraid to approach it, so he stood the farthest. Unexpectedly, under the licking of the black tongue, only he survived, and the rest of the people were all swallowed by the black mist.

Su Gan's mind was a little confused: "What should I do, now that the black fog has dissipated, do I want to go in?......" His heart retreated.

Suddenly, out of the corner of Su Gan's eyes, he inadvertently saw a person, it was a young man, wearing clothes similar to Su Gan, walking towards the place where the black fog dissipated.

"Su Wu, that's Su Wu!" In these days, Su Gan had also seen Su Wu, but he only watched from a distance and did not speak to him.

"He is restless and quietly staying in Su Mansion, what is he doing here?" Su Gan's heart jumped, Su Wu is the protagonist in his novel, where the protagonist appears, there must be a story. And this story must be about the future of the world.

In other words, if something happened to Su Wu here, his future life experience would change. The world will no longer develop according to Su Gan's memory, and the future will become hazy and unpredictable for him.

I don't know where the strength came from, Su Gan jumped up suddenly, threw away all his worries, and chased after the figure.

The thick black fog gradually dissipated, revealing a huge city. The city gate-like thing that loomed in the black fog just now was the gate of Ye City. It was the epicenter of the meteorite fall, and the city was almost flattened and littered with ruins.

Su Wu is already a martial artist in the Explosive Blood Realm, he seems to be walking slowly, but in fact, every step is about a zhang, and he is much better than Su Qianliang. Su Gan chased after the back of the young man, his cultivation was not high, and his physique was far worse than Su Wu. He ran forward as hard as he could, getting closer to him.

"What should I say to Su Wu after coming into contact with him?" Su Gan's heart suddenly felt a little apprehensive, this was the first time he had contact with Su Wu since he crossed over. This contact was of great significance to him, as it was the contact between the creator of the world (at least the current Su Gan still believes that the Three Realms of the Star Dome were created by his thoughts) and the protagonist of the world, just like the meeting of two founding emperors across the ages, which can be called legendary.

Suddenly, the young man in front of him stopped, he seemed to sense someone behind him, and quickly turned around and met Su Gan's eyes. Su Wu was slightly stunned.

"Su Qian......"

At this moment, Su Gan couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. He remembered many things, countless joys and laughs, countless falls and struggles, countless killings and battles. In his novels, Su Wu is like his spokesperson, walking in the Three Realms of the Star Dome on his behalf, and doing everything he can't on his behalf.

Now when I see it, it is like meeting the most perfect self in my dream, and there are a thousand words in my heart, and it finally turns into a smile.

"Xiao Wu, it feels good to see you. ”