The earth was ruined, full of devastation, and everywhere there were traces of war.

In a clearing, on a boulder, Su Hao sat in a stream, his right hand glowed slightly, and the light shrouded it, making the entire right hand as if it was cast in silver, and amazing power emanated from his right hand.

After half a ring, Su Hao withdrew his right hand.

He slowly stood up, his gaze swept around: "It's been ten days..." He groaned slightly, and after entering the Land of Creation, it had been ten days.

In these ten days, except for the white-haired boy I met at the beginning.

He also met three or two monks from other countries, and Su Hao did not provoke these monks. Instead, they continue to search for creation in this ruined earth. With the help of hairballs, compared to others, Su Hao's harvest is also great.

The land of creation lives up to its name!

There are creations everywhere, and these creations cover a wide range, including spiritual grass, elixirs, magic weapons, spirit stones, and a series of things needed for cultivation.

"There is still some distance to go. Su Hao raised his head and stared into the distance, his eyes flashing.

According to the guidance of the hairball, Su Hao has gained a lot here.

He has a lot of spirit grass, and these spirit grasses are also consumed quickly, and they are all used by him to cultivate the Heavenly Xuan Hand in the Nine Killing Xuangu!

However, even with so many spirit grasses, this Heavenly Xuanshou still hadn't cultivated.

He needs more spirit grass!

The hairball is like a treasure hunting mouse, like a fish in water here. It seems that he knows the treasures here, and he has never made a mistake in judgment.

It is precisely in this way that one person and one beast have gained greatly.

Maoqiu argued with reason, bargained with Su Hao, and finally determined the agreement to divide the spoils.

After cultivating for a while, his body shook out and galloped away in the direction guided by the hairball.

After about half an hour, he paused. In front of him was a black earth, this black endless, spreading down from the ground, and bursts of cold breath came from the black earth.

The aura was terrifying, like hell.

"What kind of place is this?" Su Hao stared at the black earth and said with some astonishment.

This black earth is impregnated like ink, black endlessly, deep and dark. The earth was littered with rubble, interlaced like meteorites, splitting the earth and making it look like it was shattered.

It's a broken field!

"I've never seen anything like this. However, it should be very dangerous. "On the edge of this black earth stood several monks. One of the blue-clothed youths stared at the black ground and said solemnly.

Obviously, this was the first time he had encountered such a land.

It is said that it is a pit, but it is not, like a starry sky, there are countless gravel suspended, and the cold breath is ups and downs, as if it is a deep black hole, spreading to the endless underground.

Su Hao glanced at the blue-clothed young man in surprise, and after nodding, he no longer spoke, but carefully looked at the broken ground.

The land was as black as ink, like a ravine, cutting off the earth. Like an abyss, an endless bottom.

But unlike the Abyss, it is made of rubble and suspended in mid-air.

The rubble swirled like a black whirlpool in the black earth, forming a cold storm that echoed all around.

Furball looked excitedly into the ground, a greedy look flashing in his eyes.

Just like the scene in the eyes in the ancient well, it is obvious that there is something that makes the hairballs fall in love here.

"Wealth is in danger!" Su Hao stared at the broken ground, his eyes showing determination. One step out, the body went straight to the broken ground.

Seeing this, the monks who were watching around changed their faces slightly. Immediately, he turned into indifference, staring at Su Hao, and the corners of his mouth showed sarcasm. Among them, a woman wearing a long skirt with freckles on her face spoke: "I can't help myself. ”

Not only her, but not far away, a young man in brocade clothes looked at Su Hao, who was going straight to the ground, and said, "I really don't know which country's reckless man it is." If you don't know the danger, you will go deep into it. It's like looking for death, but it's okay, it's a cut of a competitor. ”

And some of them looked at it with the same indifference.

Only the blue-clothed young man who answered Su Hao at the beginning opened his mouth and came again.

How long they have been here, and how long they have been probing, they naturally know that this broken ground contains amazing treasures. But no matter what the lessons have learned, they don't dare to go deep easily.

Before them, several people had died, and each of them was a monk of the twelfth or thirteenth layer of condensation.

This scene, shrouded by Su Hao's divine sense, naturally fell into his eyes clearly. But he didn't care, and focused his eyes on him.

As soon as Su Hao stepped into the black shattered ground, he felt a cold breath.

It's slightly better than the ice fields of the Far North, but it's just as cold. This kind of cold is not only the cold felt by the body, but also a kind of cold that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Looking from the ground, Su Hao's whole person seemed to be swallowed by black.

The young man in blue looked at Su Hao's disappearing back, sighed, and said, "Hey, why are you so impulsive." ”

Broken ground, rubble everywhere!

Su Hao stepped on a piece of gravel and looked around with a twinkle in his eyes.

It's like an upside-down hourglass, wide from top to bottom, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. The rubble swirled and headed underground.

It was pitch black all around, very strange, and I couldn't see anything.

"Where does this rubble lead?" Su Hao muttered to himself, and under the shroud of his divine sense, he could barely see the surroundings clearly. Beside him, there were pieces of black stones of varying sizes.

These black stones are as deep and deep as the earth around them.

It's almost hard to tell if it's stone or earth.

On the ground, the monks were staring coldly downward. Although they can't see, what matters to them is not their eyes, but their consciousness.

They could clearly feel Su Hao with a blank face on the gravel.

"I think I'm going to die soon!" the brocade-clothed young man said slowly.

His words seemed to resonate, and many people around him nodded in unison. They've seen too many reckless people die in this shattered field.

On the gravel, Su Hao's body gradually sank.

There was a loud sound, the sound of a storm formed by the whirling of rubble.

This sound was very normal, but suddenly, Su Hao's gaze fell on a gravel not far away. There was blood on the rubble, and tattered clothes. His heart suddenly shook: "Could it be that someone has come down before?"

At this moment, the sarcastic smile of the person on the ground immediately appeared in his mind, and he seemed to understand a lot in an instant.

Before he could prepare, several surges of energy suddenly hit behind him.

A rich crisis erupted in his heart...