The mountains are tall and reach into the sky.

All the people are actively looking for the green grass, you must know that only a few thousand people have survived now, while there are countless people in the outside world who are waiting to get one.

Bixia grass is boiled into a soup, and ordinary people can survive the apocalypse for a year after drinking a sip.

But no one can be sure how long this doomsday catastrophe will last, and these thousands of people are destined to not be able to bring out enough Bixia grass, so in this catastrophe, many ordinary people are destined to die.

At this time, Yang Ling had already stepped down from the altar, and there were many passages around this huge hall, and each passage was very dark inside.

It was the same ancient temple he had seen on that mysterious island before, and at the end of each passage there was a cold stone wall carved with some strange patterns carved into it.

When he saw this pattern, he remembered the man who attacked him again, and the other party was wearing a mask with blue fangs, which was very terrifying.

Moreover, the man had said that someone had walked through the stone wall carved with a mysterious pattern, and when he thought of this, he studied the mysterious pattern in front of him, but he found nothing special at all.

After making sure that there were no treasures left, he left the place.

Standing outside and looking back at the purple rendering of the ancient hall, he suddenly felt something abnormal, but what it was, he couldn't tell.

Just as he frowned and thought, the heavens and the earth suddenly shook, the huge mountain shook, the rubble collapsed, and the huge lake in front of him began to roar, and the turbid and icy lake water rose to the sky, but fell heavily.

The water rushed and rolled to the shore, burying his calf in the blink of an eye, and it was still rising wildly.

Yang Ling was shocked and quickly retreated, wanting to retreat to the ancient hall.

But something even more shocking happened, the ancient hall was also crumbling, and after a while, it suddenly disintegrated, and the roar was deafening and breathtaking.

At the same time, the situation outside the giant mountain was even more terrifying, there were spaces collapsing everywhere, energy was raging, and the spiritual energy was furious like a wild horse, constantly impacting the bodies of many spiritual cultivators.

Some of them were seriously injured under the incessant onslaught, and the blood from their mouths and noses was terrible.

In a short moment, the heavens and the earth were completely plunged into darkness from the original dimness, and this world was annihilating.

The crowd was furious, roaring loudly, and fear was spreading rapidly.

At their feet, the mountains were collapsing, and almost all the plants were uprooted, floating in the air, rising and falling like leaves in a river.

Everything came too suddenly, too violently, and in this short period of time, some people died unwillingly.

Some people have despaired, thinking that this is the place where their bones are buried.

At this critical juncture, the huge Dao flower on the Long Plain suddenly swayed, and colorful light sprinkled from the stamen, rushing into the world that was destroying from the entrance of the light curtain.

The seven-colored light was extremely sacred, and it was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the spiritual cultivator who was struggling on the brink of life and death.

The light was brilliant, and everyone withdrew outside.

Although Yang Ling was in the hinterland of the giant mountain, he was also favored by the colorful light, and he saw two rays of light flying from the outside, quickly entangled his body, and pulled outward.

It stands to reason that he should be extremely excited, but when he glanced at another colorful light passing by him, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

"If this colorful light is here to save people, then who else is this light trying to save?" he thought.

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable panic in his heart, because he felt that he was the only living person in the belly of the mountain, but the light quickly extended to the ancient hall that was collapsing.

The colorful light came and went quickly, and the moment he was suddenly pulled away, he saw a terrifying figure emerge from the ruins of the ancient hall.

The figure was tall, covered in blood-red hair, with a huge head and a pair of eyes like lanterns, looking straight at him.

Rocks are flying, lakes are boiling, and destruction is happening everywhere.

Suddenly, an extremely loud hoarse laughter came from the belly of the mountain, like an iron object rubbing, making people's eardrums ache.

Yang Ling's heart couldn't be calmed down for a long time like a stormy wave, and he saw banter, disdain, bloodlust and cruelty in the eyes of the red-haired monster.

His heart was disturbed, and he felt that he had become the prey of the other party, and he would be ruthlessly torn apart at any time.

What frightened Yang Ling even more was that the red-haired monster seemed to have been hiding in the ancient hall all along, but he didn't find it.

"How long has this monster lived?" he muttered, his mind fogging.

At the moment when this monster appeared, the golden spear called 'Broken Soul' in his dantian trembled violently, as if it had encountered a huge threat.

He had a feeling that the last remnant of the 'lifelessness' on the golden gun would explode at any moment.

However, seeing that the red-haired monster didn't mean to do anything, he tried his best to suppress the 'Broken Soul'.

At this moment, on the Long Plains, countless people gathered around the exit of the light curtain.

"Someone's coming out!" The crowd boiled as the colorful light rolled up with a seriously injured spiritual practitioner in it.

Even the ironclad army erupted with a bang.

At that entrance, the four major forces were tightly guarded to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos.

After a short time, one by one, the spiritual practitioners were swept out, most of them were scarred, and some were even seriously injured and dying, and their lives were in danger.

And Yang Ling was hiding among these people, but he used the Three Illusions to change his appearance in order to prevent him from being recognized by the Black Cliff.

He kept searching through the crowd, hoping to find Liao Feng and Yin Hui, but the place was already in chaos, and it was impossible to find the two quickly.

Seeing that the effect of the Three Illusions was about to disappear, he had no choice but to squeeze out the crowd and walk into the distance.

"Of the 100,000 people who went in, only a few thousand survived?

The scene was noisy and chaotic, and even the four major forces could not fully control it, after all, the result in front of them was so surprising that everyone wanted to know what was going on.

And many of their loved ones have fallen inside, and they can't accept this fact, and their hearts are sad and angry, and they want to kill people to vent their anger.

The four major forces were also greatly damaged, after all, they got the most unfallen flowers at the beginning, and the most people entered, but in the end, very few survived.

However, there are also people who are secretly happy, glad that they didn't get the flowers at the beginning, otherwise they might be dead now.

Just when the scene was about to get out of control, the huge Dao flower in mid-air suddenly shook, and the entrance light curtain to the ancient land made a huge tearing sound, and a blood-red figure flew out from the entrance and stood in the sky.

Yang Ling stood in the distance, keeping an eye on the entrance, because only he knew about the existence of this red-haired monster.

Looking at the huge figure, he suddenly felt relieved, because this monster seems to be invisible, if it doesn't appear, then the problem is much more serious, and it is likely to kill people secretly.

"What kind of existence is this monster, I don't know how many years it has lived!" Looking at the long red hair and cold gaze, he felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

As soon as the red-haired monster appeared, it released the coercion of thunder, and the huge Dao flower in mid-air continued to tremble, as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and the colorful petals couldn't help but shrink.

The boundless momentum was earth-shattering, sweeping through the wilderness and eight wildernesses, making everyone present sway, and some warriors were even more disturbed by their blood and blood, the internal force was reversed, and the meridians were broken and died.

The red-haired monster laughed ruefully, and its gong-like sound made people feel mad.

Everyone present was horrified, and they all retreated one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the originally chaotic place was empty.

"This day, this land, this filthy world, bear the wrath of my killing king!" The red-haired monster was high above, its body constantly expanding, and its red hair swelled all over its body, like a steel whip flying wildly in the sky.

A moment later he was the size of a thousand feet, with a head like a hill and eyes like a bell, and a raging flame burning in it.

Above his head, the brilliant Dao flower couldn't stop swaying and shrinking, looking very frightened.

The red-haired monster looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, its giant palm was like a monument, and black ripples appeared, and the ripples were very weird, disturbing the space around Daohua.

The Dao Flower, which originally looked like nothingness, turned into an entity under the interference of that ripple.

I saw that as soon as he stretched out his hand to grab it, half of the huge Dao flower was torn off.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were much darker, and countless people living in the wilderness felt an abnormal qi attack, and all spiritual cultivators knew that this was an unprecedentedly powerful decaying qi attack.

The Dao flower was dim, and there was seven-colored juice flowing out of it, as if it was too badly injured and bleeding blood.

Yang Ling stood far away and watched everything, at this time he was like a wooden sculpture, the red-haired monster claimed to be the king of killing, and it seemed to be an existence in ancient times, obviously very powerful, enough to overlook the entire world.

The Killing King seemed to be dissatisfied with the taste of the Dao Flower, and immediately slapped the remaining half of the Dao Flower away.

"Human ...... What a long memory, I wonder if the smell is still there?" he stepped into the void and walked towards the crowd.

The huge soles of the feet were shocking, and the space trembled violently with every step, and it seemed that it was a little unbearable and about to collapse.

The direction he was going in was the scattered spiritualists who had gathered.

The scattered spiritualists were horrified and turned to run, completely frightened by the behemoth.

At this time, Yang Ling happened to be in the crowd, and when he saw the Killing King coming, he did not hesitate to turn around and leave, you must know that when he was in the belly of the mountain, the other party had been eyeing him and seemed to regard him as a prey.

"Human ...... Tiny worms, you can't run!" The thousand-foot giant stepped into the air, and the speed was extremely fast, and it reached behind everyone in an instant.

The huge palm is like a canopy of heaven, covering and pressing, and the black ripples under the palm are like an abyss, some people can't bear it, and they immediately explode and die, which is extremely tragic.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of spiritual cultivators were killed or injured, and the rest cried and cried for their fathers and mothers, and some of them were even frightened and urinated.

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