Xu Changchang, the old leader of the Spring and Autumn Holy Academy, knew that Mo Mingzhi had drunk the Enlightenment Immortal Tea and was more capable of resisting the erosion of darkness than others, and planned to force him to climb the Zishu Mountain to get the Enlightenment Immortal Tea, but at this time, the people who found the Suiren Clan's Sacred Mountain also had a mind about Mo Mingming, and they categorically refused without thinking about it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Feng Huanyu, the old man of the Nuwa Clan's Sacred Mountain, didn't say a word, and when he sensed the deep meaning of the words of these two people, he didn't say anything, just said lightly: "It's useless to discuss these now, it's not too late to make plans when you enter the depths of the Immortal Ancient Continent." ”

When the leaders of the other two major forces heard this, they immediately put down their thoughts in their hearts and continued to march towards the depths of the Immortal Ancient Continent.

At first, the three major forces had a smooth journey and encountered no danger, but after walking for several miles, everyone discovered a terrifying thing.

"My cultivation is imprisoned, and it is difficult for me to exert any supernatural powers. A monk from the Suiren Clan's Sacred Mountain was the first to exclaim.

"There is a problem with my knowledge, and there is no longer a Haoran positive air coming out. A powerful monk of the Spring and Autumn Holy Courtyard also showed a shocked expression.

Everyone's eyes showed a look of horror, their cultivation was completely imprisoned, and they couldn't exert any trace of supernatural power, even the knowledge was gradually shrinking, and there was a sign of collapse and disappearance.

"Calm down, this is due to the supreme power of the Gu Immortal Domain, all monks will be reduced to mortals, without exception. Suiyikong, the old man of the Suiren Clan's Holy Mountain, shouted loudly.

Feng Huanyu, the old man of the Nuwa Clan's Sacred Mountain, also spoke out to soothe people's hearts, explaining: "It's not much of a problem to be imprisoned for a body of cultivation, any supernatural power has no effect here, the most important thing is that we can resist the erosion of darkness." ”

At this moment, Mo Mingming felt that the operation of the true qi in his body had stagnated a little, but it was not completely imprisoned, and it was still circulating.

And the golden thunder pool in the depths of the Chaos Dantian, although it became a little dim, the impact was not as great as imagined.

"Could it be that the Extreme Realm power in his body can resist the mysterious power here?!" Mo Mingzhi suddenly rejoiced in his heart, now that his cultivation has not been completely slashed, he has a great advantage over others, and he can definitely play an unimaginable role at an important juncture.

Yin Ying, Luo Xue, Jun Nianchen, Li Yi, Liu Chen, and Lin Shiya also sat on the bronze chariot, following among the three major forces, and a few armor soldiers were by their side to protect them.

After walking for dozens of miles, many brute beasts all let out a low roar, revealing a frightened look, and one of them, the weakest cultivator, actually trembled, his head fell to the ground, and he was unwilling to continue to move forward no matter how he ordered.

Ahead is a low hill, the ancient trees are vigorous, towering like a hill, and the old vines are strong and powerful, stretching out in all directions like big snakes, looking like signs of vitality, and there is nothing special about it.

Everyone moved forward cautiously, everyone remained silent, all of them tightly held the weapons in their hands, concentrated all their spirits, and could charge at any time, and their cultivation was completely imprisoned, and there was no place for it, and now there was only that.

Hundreds of meters ahead, pushing aside a few ancient vines as thick as water tanks, the dozen or so brute beasts walking in front all let out a frightened roar, and retreated sharply, knocking the monk on the bronze chariot into the air.

On top of a boulder, a pitch-black crow stood silently, motionless and looking at everyone, exuding a strange aura.

Seeing this, all the armor soldiers subconsciously retreated, holding the cold and shining weapons in their hands, and guarded cautiously.

"There are no fluctuations in life, no fluctuations in power, I want to see who the Divine is pretending to be a ghost. Several of the armorers who had been knocked out by the brute stood up, strode towards the crow, and waved their weapons to cut the crow into several pieces on the spot.

However, a terrifying change appeared, the moment the black crow was torn apart, several armorers all let out a terrible scream, the rune armor on their bodies was originally golden and bright, with extraordinary defensive power, it could be called a strange treasure, but at this time it was rapidly dimming, and the sound of "click" was endless, full of shocking cracks, and finally like weathered stones, the sound of "bang" turned into powder

The armor warriors had hollow eyes, shriveled muscles, and sprinkled down like powder.

At this moment, they seemed to have fallen into the long river of time, spent a long time, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a miserable white skeleton, which slowly fell to the ground.

"Quickly retreat!" shouted Sui Yikong, the old man of the Suiren Clan's Holy Mountain, "Everyone should stay away from there!"

Everyone sensed a great terrifying force and immediately retreated, and the brute beasts were even more frightened, and kept letting out a low roar.

The scene just now was really terrifying, several living people disappeared in an instant, leaving only a miserable white skeleton, such a terrifying death made everyone's soul tremble.

The front was as quiet as death, and there were no other terrible changes, only a few white skeletons lying quietly on the ground, even the rune armor they wore had turned to powder.

Feng Huanyu, the old man of the Nuwa Clan's Sacred Mountain, said in a deep voice: "Let's take another route to avoid that place, if there is any abnormality ahead, no one can act rashly. ”

After rounding the hill, one of the armor soldiers suddenly let out a scream of fear, "My face ......"

He was originally a young monk in his twenties, but at this time his skin was shriveled, only a layer of old skin wrapped around his bones, skinny, he took off his helmet for the first time, touched his hair in disbelief, and the next moment let out a terrible scream.

Everyone gasped when they looked at it, and at this time, the armor soldier's eyes were deep, his face was wrinkled, his white hair was pale, his flesh and blood were dry, and there was only a layer of shriveled old skin left on his body, and the life force on his body was like a candle in the wind, and he would die at any time.

Beside him, several other armor soldiers also showed terrified expressions, and screamed on the spot, they also suffered this terrible change, everyone was wrinkled, gray hair, and was about to die of old age.

"How can this be?" one of the armor soldiers had cloudy eyes and trembled, and the fire of life in his body gradually extinguished, and then fell from the chariot with a pop, and died completely.

In the blink of an eye, several other gray-haired monks also died of old age one after another, falling off the chariot, and their deaths were unknown and inexplicable, which can be described as full of resentment.

And the brute beasts that pulled the chariot were also aging rapidly, no longer bloody, all of them were rickety, trembling, but these brute beasts had more vitality than humans after all, and they were barely 2222222 (to be continued.) )