Chapter 1549: Terror, Annihilation

"Farewell!"

After Zhong Yuan decided not to look at the information explored by these descendants, there was no longer a minute of delay, that is, time, and the central ghost emperor Fu Kong said goodbye, came to the teleportation square, and stepped into the teleportation array leading to the capital city in one step. ,!

In an instant, the space was distorted, and between heaven and earth, there was darkness, and Rao couldn't see through three feet away with Zhong Yuan's eyes. In just a moment, Zhong Yuan felt that the space around him was distorted and changed again, and then, in front of him, a different world appeared.

Obviously, this is the capital of E.

It's just that it is very different from what Zhong Yuan imagined, there is no dark clouds and miserable fog, and there is no crying and wailing all over the sky.

The sky, although dark, is very clear, like a black jewel, crystal incomparably 1549 Horror, all extinction, not far ahead, a dusk river, mighty and rushing, endless ghosts, rising and falling in it, following the river, rushing towards the distance. However, there was not a single sound made, and everything was carried out in silence.

"This is the Huangquan River!"

Looking at this river, expanding for tens of thousands of miles and being innumerable, Zhong Yuan's heart couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Because, for the monks of the Yang world, even a drop of Huangquan River water is extremely precious. If it is converted into human life, at least, the lives of three or five heavenly immortals will definitely not be able to change the mouth of the hand, but here, it is just flowing here so naturally, as if it is being taken and demanded.

If it weren't for Zhong Yuan, he had now reached the realm where most of the foreign objects were not enough to shake his mind, but I was afraid that he would have flown over and sucked the water of the Huangquan River.

Zhong Yuanzheng sighed to himself, but found that the three figures were flying towards the Huangquan River.

Three figures, with different means. Zhong Yuan was the one on the far left, the fastest, his body and sword were one, and the sword light tore through the atmosphere, and he rushed straight towards the Huangquan River.

The middle one, but it is running on the earth, but it is very weird, moving left from time to time, moving right from time to time, Chapter 1549 Horror, the route of total annihilation, crooked, I don't know how much the road has increased. If the route he traveled was a ready-made road, it would be fine, but when he looked up, the whole area was a smooth tidal flat, and there was no hindrance in the slightest. If such a situation had been elsewhere, I would have been laughed at by countless monks long ago. However, here, no one laughed shamefully, because they all knew that this capital city, as the core of the entire Yin Si world, was extremely dangerous, and no matter how careful they were, it was not too much!

The one on the far right, on the other hand, was leaping again and again, and after each leap, he had to pause for a moment, pinching his fingers and reciting mantras, apparently, in some kind of side calculation. However, his side calculation, compared with the one in the middle, seems to make some sense, because every time he jumps to the ground, the void around him is blown by a mighty and invisible wind, as if he has broken some kind of prohibition.

Although these three monks have different methods of action, they have one thing in common, that is, they all emit a faint yellow light on their bodies, and that kind of yellow light, the color and luster are quite similar to the water in the Huangquan River, and it is obvious that what they practice is one of the Huangquan Method, so the urgency for the Huangquan River is far beyond ordinary people.

It's very late, in fact, it's very fast, but a terrible howl sounds, and the one on the far left, the monk who flew directly to the Huangquan River, was dismembered by dozens of golden threads that suddenly appeared, turning into a blood mist, and scattering the void.

Zhong Yuan, originally, just glanced at the three people who rushed to the Huangquan River, and then left, after all, for him, it is the most important thing to do his own thing, and other people's are all lively, but you can see it or not. However, it had only taken three steps before one of them fell. In such a situation, he couldn't help but make his brows frown slightly.

Zhong Yuan did not continue to move forward, but shifted his gaze to the remaining two monks on the way to the Huangquan River, staring at them tightly for a moment.

In just a moment, the monk on the right jumped out again, and when he landed, an invisible wind suddenly appeared, and under a strangulation, he also turned into a blood mist. And he is not as good as the one on the left, because he can't even make a scream.

If it weren't for it, it was the time that had just been teleported, and the monks came out one by one and saw this scene, if it was changed to another time, I was afraid that he would really die "silently".

Seeing this, Zhong Yuan's brows furrowed even harder. Nearby, most of the rest of the monks were also like this, and they had an intuitive understanding of the horror of the capital city.

The third person, the one in the middle, doesn't know whether he is immersed in his own world, turning a blind eye to everything in the outside world, or whether he has seen it, but his psychological quality is good enough to ignore them, but in short, he has not been affected in any way, and is still following his own crooked and ridiculous route.

Time passed, minute by minute, and every monk who watched the action of the three people felt that the surroundings were unusually quiet, and the needle drop could be heard.

Almost, after a while, the monk in the middle successfully came to the river of Huangquan River. At this time, he was not in a hurry, untied a topaz gourd hanging from his waist, opened the mouth of the gourd, and aimed at the Huangquan River.

Seeing this scene, all the people watching couldn't help but feel relieved in their hearts, and some even had smiles on their faces. This smile is very sincere, happy for the success of this monk, at this moment, there is not a single trace of envy and jealousy in their hearts, it is pure.

The reason is very simple, because they hope that a similar scene can be staged on their own.

Just when everyone was either turning their eyes or looking forward to the moment when they successfully ingested the river water, abruptly, the Huangquan River, where the gourd mouth was directly opposite, abruptly, twisted out a huge whirlpool. In the whirlpool, a majestic and boundless suction force was emitted, and suddenly, it was sucked towards the monk holding the gourd.

"Ahh

There was another earth-shattering scream, and the monk, who had no power to resist, was sucked into the whirlpool and disappeared. Then the whirlpool calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

The monks who saw this scene felt a little chill in their hearts, which was a kind of chill that emanated from their bones. (To be continued!!

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