The sky was as red as the remnant sun, and the breath of palpitations permeated the earth.

There was a deathly silence all around, dead trees and weeds everywhere, broken walls, and flames burning, as if they were present.

With the surging of nothingness, a white figure gradually appeared on the land.

As soon as this figure appeared, he looked around vigilantly, and after noticing that there was no danger, he began to look around carefully, this figure was Su Hao: "Is this the place of creation?"

He muttered to himself, feeling the desolation all around him.

In this desolation, it gave him an aura of danger, which was the monk's intuition.

"The battle of creation, the battle of glory. The law of the jungle, this is a battle of life and death?" he muttered to himself, pondering Wan Mo Shan's words.

For a long, long time, when a cold wind blew on his face, he woke up from his contemplation. Looking at the desolate surroundings, and then at the red sky like the remnant sun, Su Hao's eyes flashed slightly, and he slowly walked up in this land of creation.

"Squeak!"

The furball crawled out of the storage bag at some point and landed on his shoulder, his dark eyes staring around, looking carefully. The tip of its nose twitched slightly, and after a while, the whole body of the hairball trembled.

Such shivers are rare, and it is not because of the desolation and coldness of the place. This kind of trembling has lived for a long time, only Su Hao knows, it is excitement, it is a precursor to excitement.

Many experiences have told Su Hao that when the hairball is trembling, it means that there are natural treasures, and they are not a few.

Only a sufficient number will make the hairball's heart flutter, make him excited, and make him tremble!

However, Su Hao still saw a little fear in Maoqiu's eyes, which was a strong jealousy.

With the speed of the hairball, even Tsukiki may not be able to catch up. You can escape in the face of danger, but there is still fear in your eyes, which is enough to prove that this place is extraordinary.

Su Hao exhaled deeply, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

"The sect master said that there are seven ruins here, and there are countless resources in this ruins, and these resources are the cultivation resources of the three sects and seven kingdoms for the next ten years. You need to occupy it to get it. ”

"And these seven ruins need to condense the sect monks of a country before they are qualified to occupy a place!"

"However, outside of these seven ruins, there are also some places that have the same creation, and this creation belongs to the individual, and you need to fight for it to obtain it. Su Hao muttered to himself.

"Now, I'm the only one who can look for these creations and the people of the sect. ”

With this thought, Su Hao no longer hesitated and walked into the distance on this red and desolate land. This direction is not a random choice, but a move forward under the guidance of the hairball.

The wind blew softly across the desolate earth.

There seems to be a lot of sorrow in the air, the yellow weeds, the rusty walls, the unquenchable flames, the black smoke, as if it had been invaded by war, desolate and vicissitudes.

The red clouds rolled, the cold wind hissed, the sky seemed to be crying, and the earth seemed to be wailing.

The indescribable depression, the indescribable desolation, pervades any part of this land of creation.

Even if you walk on the desolate road, you can feel the endless depression.

The mountain is still a mountain, but it is a broken mountain, and the river is still a river, but it is a broken river!

The whole world was full of red sky, devastated earth, and nothing seemed to be complete, so that even the wind sounded sneering and intermittent, chilling.

"What the hell is this place, and why is it so dilapidated?" Su Hao muttered as he stared around. Along the way, he was full of ruins, and none of them were complete.

And he had stood on a high place, staring away, everywhere, as if there was no end.

Faintly, you can see the distance, there seem to be mountains undulating, shrouded in red clouds and black fog, you can't see it really. However, there was an oppressive aura coming from the distant horizon.

His voice echoed around him, and there was no answer.

Only the wind blew immortally.

"Where are the seven ruins, how long will this trial last?" This question kept echoing in Su Hao's mind, he was pondering, but he couldn't get any results.

Such a world gave him the illusion of being exiled.

Exile on the battlefield, exile in this wilderness, exile in this ancient vicissitudes of life.

He came to a river, a river in the ruined and desolate plains. The river was more than a zhang wide, but the river had long since broken off, and there was no trickling stream, only part of the depression existed in the river, and the water was black.

Occasionally, you can see some bones in the mud in the river, these bones are fish and shrimp bones, like fossils, lying there quietly, as if witnessing the decline of this place.

Staring at the river, Su Hao's heart was very silent, how could such a place be a place of creation?

And according to what Lin Haotian said, the place of their trial this time was only a certain area, and there was no end in sight to each area, so how big is this place of creation?

Where did such a place of creation come from?

Why did the Seven Kingdoms hold such a trial, and why did people above the ninth level bury their bones here over the years?

Seeing this ruined place, Su Hao thought about a lot of questions. These questions all turned into doubts and buried in his heart. He also associated a lot, such as the Beichen Mountains?

There are countless bones buried under the earth, and according to the Falling Moon Clan, there was once a battlefield. If that's a battlefield, then what is it?

At this moment, he thought of Daozun Han Qingfeng, but no matter how he called, Han Qingfeng fell into a deep sleep, and it seemed that it was difficult to wake up in a short period of time, and Su Hao could only give up.

Perhaps, after a long time, you should know something, right?

He thought so, and with light steps, he slowly walked on this desolate land, galloping away in one direction. Behind him was a ruined building, full of broken walls, and it was once a village.

But such a village seems to have experienced the flames of war and turned into ruins, staying here, forever witnessing something.

I don't know how long it took, Su Hao paused, looked up at the sky with blood like the remnant sun, frowned slightly, and showed a puzzled look: "I've been here for so long, why hasn't there been the slightest change this day?"

All around him were the same as ever, withered yellow weeds, moss-black-stained broken stones, broken walls...

Not even the slightest change in the wind.

Su Hao raised his head, silently wrote down everything, and continued to move forward. And his heart was also calculating the time, about a day later, this day was still like that, still bloody, the color of the remnant sun before dusk.

"What the hell is here?" all the doubts in his heart intensified.

The sky is still the color of the remnant sun, as if it is eternal!

[It's been really cold lately, and I've caught a cold by accident. Wear more clothes and be careful of catching a cold. Be careful not to catch a cold while reading. 】