"There is a saying, you are wrong, you can't go back. ”

The Lord of the North, wrapped in a shabby black robe, with a black brim covering her eyes, revealing only half of her face.

Her indifferent voice came out, spreading into the surrounding void, like some kind of truth issued by heaven and earth.

I saw that the plain white arm exposed under her sleeve made a move in a certain direction.

In the void, an ancient and strange thing appeared, coming towards the palm of the Lord of the North.

This is a hexagonal altar with a height of 100,000 meters, with mottled marks on it, conveying the ruthlessness and vicissitudes of time. On each side, there are steps that go up one by one, and strange murals appear one after another.

The altar, flying from far into the void, swirled and swirled, and the mural creatures on each side were active.

The King of the Mad was disdainful of the declaration of the Lord of the North, but he was wary of the altar that suddenly summoned the Lord of the North.

It felt a great deal of threat from the altar.

The lord of the northern realm had a cold face, his plain white hands were brought together, and he pinched three seals, and then, the flying altar, headed towards the king of madness.

On the altar, the countless murals, all the creatures inside seemed to come to life, and a terrible roar came out, and the souls fluctuated in all directions.

This soul roar was all heard by the king of madness, and even if it wanted to, it could not be isolated. An invisible force acted on it, and its power was constantly declining.

The King of Madness suddenly changed color, and his heart was terrified, he tore open the void and wanted to escape.

However, the Lord of the Northern Realm just snorted coldly, and a seal was pinched out, and the ancient altar, a layer of gray energy was sprinkled towards the King of Worship.

Suddenly, the hand of the King of Madness couldn't grasp the void and couldn't tear the space apart.

"What's going on?" the King of Mad was horrified!

When it looked at its own body, it found that it was gradually shrinking, and its strength was getting weaker and weaker, and its realm was regressing.

The gray energy of the ancient altar was reducing its physical strength, making it weaker and weaker.

"No, no, this power is degrading my body and returning me to weakness!" exclaimed the King of Madness, this time, it was really afraid.

Because, it didn't expect that this time it encountered such a terrifying existence, such a power, even in their world, few living beings can do it.

Degradation, which involves an extremely forbidden power, has always been easily grasped by living beings, and once mastered, it will cause all half-void exclamations and fears.

But now, it's actually happened to the natives of a world.

The King of Madness, bursting with all the energy in the **, intends to resist the gray energy, close his hearing, and not listen to the roar of those souls.

It has the illusion that hearing the voices of these souls is like seeing its own future.

"No, no!" roared the King of Mad Spirits, his tone full of panic, no longer as confident as before.

However, its body was shrinking at a rate visible to the naked eye, and eventually, its body degenerated to the moment of its infancy, and its strength was no more than an ordinary realm.

"My power is cultivated, my strength is restored!" the King of the Mad roared in disbelief, his eyes red and his murderous intent staring at the Lord of the North.

However, at this time, it is so weak, and the cultivation of the realm can kill any young Tianjiao!

And at this moment, in the rear, a terrifying momentum emanated, this power was so similar to the former cultivation of the King of Fengmad, it was exactly the same.

The King of Feng Mad looked back, kept looking up, and saw that in the void, a new phantom tens of thousands of meters high appeared, covered in black hair, red eyes, and majestic.

Isn't that me?

The king of madness, like finding a savior, its power has not disappeared, as long as it is integrated into this power, then, it can immediately tear open the space and escape, and return to its own world.

When the time comes, gather a large number of underground creatures, and some other beings equal to yourself, to crusade against this indigenous person with strange powers.

In the darkness, the tall phantom seemed to sense its call, and slowly stretched out its arms to come towards it, wanting to merge with it.

The King of Madness looked even more overjoyed, feeling blessed by heaven.

The powerful phantom palm appeared in front of it, lifting it from the void, and then, under the terrified gaze of the King of Mad Bong, the hand tightened.

A great force swept through its body, and the flesh and blood of its degraded body shattered!

The King of Mad is dead.

In the distance, the Lord of the North, watching this scene indifferently, from the moment the altar appeared, she had not done anything superfluous.

"Slave of power?" said the Lord of the North without the slightest emotion.

I saw that in the distance, the degraded body of the king of madness was still there, in his infancy, and it had not been shattered, but it had become a corpse, and there was no phantom in front of it.

Everything seems to be just an illusion of its soul, and what is shattered seems to be only its soul.

As soon as the hand of the Lord of the Northern Realm moved, the 100,000-meter-high altar at the height gradually became smaller and smaller between dripping and rotating, and finally became the size of a palm, falling on the hand of the Lord of the Northern Realm.

The eyes of the Lord of the North fell on the altar, and I saw that on the highest floor, a new mural appeared, depicting a great ape roaring in fear, which was the king of madness.

The Lord of the North, as soon as he closed the altar, stood in the void in a black robe, and headed towards the land of the North.

And the young King of Madness, with only a frightened face, fell into the void, and finally, fell into a broken abyss of the Central Battlefield, buried with many underground creatures, like the most ordinary monkey.

The Lord of the North, with a fluttering black robe, like a walker in the dark, crossed the void, and left the Middle Realm in a few flashes.

Then, she tore open the void and appeared on the land of the North, the Lord of the North frowning slightly, and the altar was taken out by her.

A figure floated out of the altar, curled up in a ball, with a hideous face, as if in great pain.

There were some strange colors in the eyes of the Lord of the North, and her expression showed indifference, and she flicked her arm.

The figure that floated out of the altar was ruthlessly thrown away and fell to the yellow sand earth below.

The Lord of the North, then left, heading towards the center of the North.

......

In the battlefield of the Central Domain, pieces of land have been changed beyond recognition, and there is no longer what it used to be, and the entire land has collapsed.

If this is not inland and there is no water nearby, it is estimated that it will become a sea.

The Heavenly Realms of the Middle Realm each rushed to the area where their power was located to wipe out the remaining underground creatures

Some of them looked happy, some of them sad.

In this process, the disciples of the major forces suffered varying damages, some were almost completely wiped out, and some were lucky enough to save a few disciples.

And among these disciples who were rescued by luck, all of them were seriously injured and dying, and ninety percent were disabled, and some even relied on the Heavenly Realm to gather their souls and rebuild their bodies.

Beside the mountain master of Taiji Sword Mountain, there are a few scattered figures, Jian Zero's breath is already a virtual and real soul, and Jian Chixin's heart is relatively good, but it looks like a lost soul.

And the rest of their brothers, such as Jian Kanyin, have been buried on this battlefield.

Not only Taiji Sword Mountain, but also Xuandan Sect, Yan Clan, Qian Family, and other forces, the situation is not much better than Taiji Sword Mountain.

"This invasion of underground creatures can be described as the largest war in the Luo Void Continent in the past million years. Such a war is too unfortunate and cruel for these young children to encounter!" a Heaven Realm peak sighed.

"Fortunately, the Lord of the Northern Realm has made a move, everything will eventually come to an end, their ordeal has passed, after this great horror of life and death, their future cultivation will have a broader future!" Youtian Realm comforted.

......

Half a month later.

The major forces of the Central Realm are cleaning up the battlefield while quietly waiting for the battle between the Lord of the Northern Realm and the King of Madness.

As for the Lord of the North, they have heard of its horror, and they have confidence in it.

In addition, this lord has that terrifying thing in his hands, and in terms of mystery, it seems that he is still above the ancient city of Taibei.

This convinced the forces of the Central Regions that it was even more unlikely that they would lose this battle.

Soon, a piece of news came that made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

That is, the Lord of the North has returned to the North!

The Heavenly Realm in the Middle Domain was overjoyed, their hearts were excited, and some even laughed.

The Lord of the North has returned, and the King of Mad is still nowhere to be seen, and the results speak for themselves.

They won!

......

On the barren and broken battlefield, on a mountain cliff, the ice is falling, standing quietly, waiting here.

In her eyes, the expression was complicated, and Jiang's pre-past figure lingered in her mind.

Half a month ago, I told her about Feng Lin Jue, and under the pressure of the King of Madness, he pushed her through the portal.

Everything is a little unreal and unreal.

However, now, it is difficult for her to see Jiang Yu in the future.

Suddenly, in this mountain cliff, a figure appeared in the space distortion, this is a beautiful woman, dressed in palace clothes, setting off her cold temperament, and with the majesty of heaven and earth.

This is the strongest of the Ice Clan, the existence of the pinnacle of the Heavenly Realm.

"The Lord of the North has returned to the North, and the body of the King of the Mad has fallen into the void!" said the woman in the palace costume in a cold tone.

She looked at Bing Ling, and there was a hint of coldness in her expression.

As the heir of the Ice Clan, this sentimentality has exceeded the bottom line. Fortunately, it was only for a dead man.

"That Tianzhu City disciple, the result can be imagined, I can't see the corpse. You don't have to wait here for a dead man. ”

Bing Lingling's body trembled visibly when she heard the words of the palace woman, and her eyes looked into the distance, looking at the desolate area.

The heart that has always been calm is full of pain.

She was reluctant to leave here, as if once she did, she would lose the last chance to see her old friend again.

"Let's go, there's no time to waste that meaningless emotion. After this war, there will be a long period of stability in the Middle Domain, and it will also be the time for those of you who survived to soar into the sky!"

......

The Northern Realm, located in the northernmost part of the Luoxu Continent.

Here, most of the terrain is dominated by yellow sand deserts, with little green vegetation.

Wind and sand often sweep over this side of the land.

The northern border, unlike the other four regions, is too barren, lacking in life, and extremely sparsely populated.

And the power of this land is also different from the rest of the region.

Here, it is completely controlled by the Lord of the North, and everyone is subservient to that altar.

In the north, there is also a hard rule, this is the private territory of the lord of the north, and people in the rest of the places are not allowed to watch.

Moreover, once a person enters the northern border, no matter who it is, is not allowed to go out again, and remains in the northern border for the rest of his life.

There are even rumors that 100,000 years ago, there was a half-step void realm who did not believe in evil and also entered it, but there has been no news of him in the mainland since then.

This rumor is considered by most people to be exaggerated, but it also shows the dominance of the Lord of the North over the North.

A hill of yellow sand.

The two men, hurrying against the wind and sand, looked a little gloomy.

Among them, a man seemed to be wrapped in a bag in his arms, and if you looked closely, it turned out to be a child about one year old.

"Hurry up and find a place to throw this little beast away, and if it is discovered, the consequences will be terrible. A man said urgently.

"Okay, this northern border is only allowed to enter, not to go out, and it has nothing to do with the family, but it's a pity that we brothers have to stay in this place where birds don't for the rest of our lives!" said the other man with an ugly face and a very reluctant face.

This time, they were indirectly given up by the family!

Hearing this, the man who spoke before also looked lonely.

The family said it well, even if they are in the north, the resources given to them will not be broken, and they will even send all kinds of beauties for them to reproduce.

However, they don't understand anything, this is just to appease them, it was really possible a few years ago, but in the future, they are estimated to be slowly forgotten by the family.

"It's all to blame on this little brute!" the man with the child in his arms whispered, holding the child's hand, unconsciously tightened, and suddenly, a miserable cry came.

Seeing this, the man next to him not only did not stop it, but felt relieved.

This time, the family took advantage of the invasion of a large number of underground creatures, and the rest of the forces had no time to scruple before transferring this little beast out.

However, it was the two brothers who suffered.

The child's miserable cry kept ringing, and suddenly, a rapid cough, a mouthful of blood, choked on, and flowed all over his face.

Seeing this, the man next to him was in a hurry and hurriedly said, "We can't let her die in our hands, otherwise, in this northern border, we will all live uneasy!"

Hearing this, the man holding the child breathed a sigh of relief and eased his hand.

"This little brute, devil cub, just leave it here!" the man didn't want to hold the child in his arms for another moment.

With a flick of his hand, the child broke away from the cloth and was thrown out like a piece of garbage.

The child was thrown on the ground, rolled over for a few moments, and then lay on his stomach on the sand.

"Let's go ......," said the man, who was going mad at the thought of spending time in this place from now on.

"Huh, what is this?"

At that moment, a man picked up an ugly earthworm-like object from the sand.

This is a Sumeru ring, and he works, and I don't know where it went, if it had been before, he wouldn't have picked it up at all.

But now, he sighed and put it in his pocket.

Two men left.