Chapter Seventy-Four: Fairy Flowers
Liu Yan and Jiang Zhan glanced at each other, and there was shock and solemnity in each other's eyes.
"Look ahead. ”
Jiang Zhan frowned slightly, and motioned for Liu Yan to look ahead of the colorful light.
I saw that in front of everyone, there were three spatial cracks like knives and axes, each crack was more than ten meters high, and it looked like a glorious waterfall in the sun.
And the brilliance of these three spatial cracks varies, divided into red, white, and black.
Obviously, these three spatial cracks are the overlapping points between the ancient ruins and the real world, and as long as you pass through these three spatial cracks, you can smoothly reach the interior of the ancient ruins.
The Gongsun family came here this time, and it was the party with the most serious losses, and seeing that the warriors of the Ziji Sect and the warriors of the Duobaomen had arrived one after another, the leader of the Gongsun family did not want to have any more intersections with people, and the group hurriedly passed through the red spatial crack in it, and the figure turned into nothingness and disappeared.
And the situation of the Ziji Sect is not much better than that of the Gongsun family, and its strength is slightly inferior compared to that of Duobaomen.
The martial artists of the Purple Pole Sect naturally understood that the friction and grudge between them and the Duobao Sect had reached an irreconcilable point, so when they saw the loss of the people of the Duobao Sect, the two leaders of the Purple Pole Sect glanced at each other, and then stopped lingering, and led the crowd through the spatial crack of the white light, heading towards the interior of the ancient ruins.
"These hateful fellows!"
"Sister Yan'er, if I have the chance, I must teach them a good lesson and vent my anger for you. ”
Nala grinned, her eyes widened, and she slashed her fist a few times at the gradually disappearing figure of the Purple Extreme Sect.
"There's a chance. ”
Liu Yan sneered, she had been chased and killed all the way in the Roman jungle before, and she almost lost her life three times and twice, she didn't plan to spare the people of the Ziji Sect easily with this account.
"Since those two have gone through different spatial rifts, let's take the remaining passage. ”
The red-faced middle-aged martial artist spoke, and the deep voice made the hearts of the young people who had just experienced a bloody scene settle down slightly.
Liu Yan, Nala and the others nodded one after another, indicating that they had no opinion, after all, the other two passages had been taken away, and if they stepped in again, even if there were any treasures, it would not be the turn of Duobaomen to collect them.
Jiang Zhan didn't have any opinions, his gaze wandered over the huge black space crack in front of him, and after careful understanding, he felt that two spaces were slowly colliding, and the critical point of the collision was this space crack.
He knew in his heart that Liu Yan had ten days of exploration time before, which should mean the final result of the collision of the two spaces after ten days.
At that time, the real space will once again expel this small world into the endless chaotic space!
If you can't come out in time by then, then I'm afraid it will be a big trouble, and it is very likely that you will be trapped in it for the rest of your life, and it will be difficult to return.
With a slight pang in his heart, Jiang Zhan kept in mind the deadline for exploring the ancient ruins this time.
"Let's go. ”
The red-faced middle-aged martial artist greeted everyone, and then took the lead and slowly walked towards the spatial crack.
Seeing that the figures of the people of Duobaomen gradually disappeared into the spatial cracks, Jiang Zhan licked the tip of his tongue, and the excitement in his eyes was overflowing.
For him, the real journey of blood has just begun.
With a kick under his feet, Jiang Zhan followed, stepped into the spatial crack, and then the whole person was swallowed in, and he disappeared.
After everyone disappeared, outside of the congenital miasma, three figures standing in the air slowly appeared in the clouds.
Being able to stand in the air, these three people turned out to be powerhouses in the Yuanying realm!
The three of them stood in the air in the shape of a zigzag, as if they were defensive against each other, and neither of them spoke at this moment, but they could clearly see the iron blue on each other's faces.
None of them thought that before they had really entered the ancient ruins, the warriors on their side had already suffered such heavy losses.
Even for big forces like Duobaomen, Ziji Sect, and Nanpu Gongsun Family, it was very painful to die so many innate martial artists at one time.
"Nala, Yan'er......"
Looking at the black space crack in the black light, one of the white-bearded old men frowned slightly, his face full of worry.
This trip is probably extremely dangerous.
The three elders sighed in their hearts, the danger of this trip had exceeded their previous expectations.
......
With one foot in the air, as if in free fall, Jiang Zhan was caught off guard and fell directly to the ground.
This is a green and fragrant meadow, stretching endlessly, connecting to the place where the sky sets, and it is like the softest blanket, making people's feet soft.
Between the meadows, there were palm-sized white flowers floating everywhere, like rare elves, gently swaying in the breeze.
And the faint floral fragrance like jasmine is refreshing, and when you smell it, you feel like you are soaking in the hot spring, and your whole body is warm and indescribably comfortable.
Quiet and peaceful.
Even with Jiang Zhan's excitement, in such a sea of flowers, he felt as if he had let go of all his obsessions and quietly enjoyed the sea of flowers and fragrance.
It's like being in a wonderland of forgetting your worries.
It's just that between this tranquility and tranquility, Jiang Zhan keenly perceived a faint sadness.
It seems that this sea of flowers, this grassland, and this world all have indescribable sadness and helplessness.
"Faerie Flower!"
Liu Yan on the side muttered to herself, as if she was also moved by this sadness, or remembered some kind of dusty pain in her heart, and her clear eyes became confused and sad at this moment.
"Faerie flowers?"
Hearing Liu Yan's words, Jiang Zhan's eyes contracted, and he looked around, the white flowers and rain falling in the sunset were cheerful and sad, making the shock in his eyes gradually thicken.
He had heard more than once about the legend of the fairy flower, which was a flower that should not have appeared in the world!
At that time, the human race was just the lowest race, and it could only be reduced to the most despicable existence in the world, struggling to survive in the cracks, and was almost completely wiped out by the alien race several times.
In a certain period of ancient times, known as the Age of the Fallen Saints by later generations, there were endless generations of amazing talents among the human race, and various great saints and powers of the human race suddenly rose, supporting that fabulous era!
These sudden rise of great sages and great powers made the originally weak human race completely turn over in the era of hundreds of races competing for power, and no longer be wantonly bullied by foreign races.
And in the end, the great power of the hundred races finally couldn't bear it anymore, and fought a decisive battle with the fabulous sage power of the human race and the nine heavens.
That divine war, protracted, ten, decades, or hundreds of years.
In the end, only one Terran Sage returned from above the Nine Heavens!
Since then, the world has entered the age of the human race!
All aliens vanished.
And in that divine war, whenever the Terran Sage fell, it would cause the heavens and the earth to weep, and an endless rain of flowers would fall, and this flower rain would be the fairy flower.
It carries the sorrow of heaven and earth, for the fall of the saint!