The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi shook violently, and countless fine essence light dust as fine as fine dust shattered even more slender, and even the divine sense was incomprehensible, and a force that destroyed the world swept the world, enveloping the entire heaven and earth. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Dongming felt an indescribable irritability in his heart, he just wanted to destroy everything, slaughter living beings, smell the smell of blood, and a gap broke in the gloomy sky, and countless ghosts flew faintly.

A brilliant light rose from the East China Sea, breaking through all obstacles and slashing on the gloomy sky, a series of muffled thunders startled, the violent breath dissipated, and the calm sea surged monstrous waves, like the earth dragon turning over and the earth shook.

Zhang Dongming suddenly woke up, and he didn't care about collecting the blood-colored silk thread flowing from the Heavenly Divine City, which was as fast as a bolt of lightning, and the hundred-meter control was fully exerted, pushing him to teleport as if he was shining rapidly, and he had already rushed out of the Heavenly Divine City in a few breaths.

The Yu family's military camp was empty, and all the Yu family's disciples left cleanly.

Zhang Dongming didn't dare to stop and rush towards the west, a powerful and incomparable force swept through the Heavenly Divine City, the city wall built of tons of bluestone could not be stopped at all, as if it had been invaded by hundreds of thousands of years of wind and rain, turned into powder and turned into dust, hundreds of thousands of living beings merged into the earth without resistance under that blow, turned into a pile of meaningless stumps and rotten flesh, and the violent breath swept away, forming a tornado that went straight to the sky, rolling everything on the ground high above the sky dome and disappearing into the black canopy.

Zhang Dongming was on the outer edge of the tornado, the strong suction made him stumble, his body did not advance but retreated, the bloodthirsty treasure knife was inserted into the ground hard, his body was volleyed, and the small black brand in his hand released a faint black smoke, shrouded around his body, the black smoke was far stronger than the defense of a hundred meters, but he still could not resist the earth-destroying tornado, and was sucked into a narrow line of smoke.

Countless vegetation and debris around him were sucked into the center of the tornado, flying high into the sky, and there was a rumbling sound, and a huge rockery was attracted by the crazy spinning tornado, and slowly crashed towards Zhang Dongming.

This rockery is 100 tons, and a tornado can suck such a heavy thing, Zhang Dongming's soul is in a big risk, and he can suck a 100-ton rockery, even if he works hard, he can't escape!

The Blood Oath Treasure Knife made a crisp sound, and the blade that had already cracked, under the strong suction, could not support it, and the cracks extended, and soon the shiny blade body was covered with fine microcracks like spider webs.

The Blood Oath Treasure Knife was not broken into two parts, but was broken into countless pieces, leaving only a handle in his hand, and Zhang Dongming, who had no support, flew towards the tornado involuntarily.

There seemed to be a pair of eyes watching him above the celestial vault, waiting for the unsummoned successor of the gods.

A figure stood up on the huge rockery, a black long whip full of snowy hooks, like a poisonous snake, it was wrapped around Zhang Dongming's waist with a snap, countless barbs pierced into the skin for half a minute, and the hook at the tail of the whip rolled and buckled on the whip body, binding Zhang Dongming firmly.

"I grabbed it, let's work hard!" The whistling wind was not real, but the body was not flying towards the tornado, it stopped in mid-air, and the soft whip was straight, and the powerful pull dragged the huge rockery by half a meter.

The black long whip began to retract, and Zhang Dongming's body moved away from the tornado little by little, slowly approaching the rockery.

Zhang Dongming's hand held the rockery when his heart was a little calm, a black-robed man on the rockery slowly retreated to the back of the rockery, the soft whip wrapped around Zhang Dongming's waist did not retract, still pulling hard, until Zhang Dongming also turned over the rockery, his back leaned against the rockery, and then the long whip was unwinded.

Dozens of black-robed people hid behind the rockery, clinging to the huge rockery to resist the suction of the tornado.

Disciple of the Holy Mountain? Zhang Dongming didn't know why the disciple of the Holy Mountain wanted to save him, when he was in the Heavenly Divine City, the disciple of the Holy Mountain even greeted him, and for a while he couldn't tell whether he was an enemy or a friend, but it was true that these black-robed people saved themselves. Hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted: "Thank you!" It turned out that the rockery was not sucked by the tornado, but pushed by them, if it was a little later, Zhang Dongming would probably have been sucked into the whirlpool.

An old black-robed man with white beard floating on his chest nodded, and said, "Let's find a way to escape this catastrophe first! Even if dozens of us are not inhaled into the tornado, we will be discovered by that mysterious existence, and we will not be able to escape at all, just to breathe for a while." ”

Zhang Dongming could also sense that there was an eye in the sky watching everything below, and he only thought about getting as far away from here as possible, and said: "Open a ditch along the ground, maybe you can escape the suction of the tornado!"

The black-robed old man pondered for a while, sighed and said, "That's the only way, Jia Zimu, you are responsible for dragging the disciples who are digging the pit with a long whip, and the rest of the people take turns digging, the sooner the better." ”

The physical fitness of the disciples of the Holy Mountain who have achieved cultivation is still better than that of the white belt disciples of the inner gate of the Yu family, and it is not a problem to dig the underground passage at all, and a disciple starts from under the rockery, digs a two-meter-deep pit downward, and begins to dig forward.

The soil here is dense and hard, so that it has not collapsed.

"Try to dig as narrow as possible, it's best to be able to get people stuck. ”

The powerful suction of the tornado is everywhere, and even hiding in the tunnel cannot stop it.

Everyone crouched and rushed forward along the tunnel little by little, and the frantic spinning tornado did not move, as if it was going to destroy everything in the Heavenly Divine City and bring it to the sky.

The suction force coming from above the tunnel gradually decreased, and soon they could break through the suction range of the tornado, and with their speed, they would only need to escape far in a day.

"Let's go!" After the black-robed old man pressed, Zhang Dongming was sandwiched between the black-robed people, and walked forward for a few miles, the black-robed old man shouted, and everyone jumped out of the pit and rushed towards a dense forest in the distance.

Zhang Dongming faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't say what was wrong, and he felt that there seemed to be something more dangerous waiting for him in the woods ahead.

The closer you get to the woods, the stronger the alarm becomes.

"We can't go into the woods, so we go north. Zhang Dongming stood up violently, and the people behind him couldn't recover enough and almost hit Zhang Dongming's body, snorted coldly, and four or five black-robed people surrounded him.

The white-bearded old man slowly stepped forward and said, "You must go back to the Holy Mountain with us, why did the Seventh Heavenly God help the Yu family to sanction the Zille Empire." ”

Seventh Heavenly God? Who does the ghost know who the Seventh Heavenly God he is talking about? Zhang Dongming's mind was racing, and it was obvious that this black-robed man had misunderstood, thinking that the Yu family was related to the Seventh Heavenly God, and wanted to catch Zhang Dongming and ask him clearly.

Zhang Dongming was speechless, he didn't know anything, he didn't dare to speak at all, once he said something wrong, he was afraid that he would immediately meet each other. He didn't care about the black-robed people who came around, he had absolute confidence within 100 meters, even in the face of Yu Zheng, the ancestor of the Yu family, he was also confident, although he couldn't beat it, but the 100-meter control was his own territory, his absolute space, just like his own home, hiding at home was always very safe, even if this sense of security could not protect his thoughtfulness.