The entire plain rose and fell like a wave, making the cultivation of the Four Realms above untenable at all, and it was constantly being thrown up and down.

Their faces all showed a look of fear, and even the strongest warriors in their hearts were left with only fear at the moment.

There were many powerful monks who tried to take off into the air, but their attempts failed, and it seemed that a forbidden force appeared, firmly imprisoning their bodies.

Suddenly, the crack turned into a huge and terrifying mouth, from which boundless suction erupted, shaking the earth like a dustpan with undulations, and the monks struggled to roll uncontrollably into the crack with the corpses on the ground.

At this moment, the earth seemed to be alive, the ground wriggled like skin, and the cracks opened its huge mouth hideously, devouring everything in its vision one bite at a time, unscrupulously.

Poor monks of the Four Realms, whether dead or alive, were powerless to resist under this sudden suction, and their faces all showed a look of extreme panic, so that many people had fallen into madness in this panic of life and death before they even fell into the crack.

However, I have never seen the Demon Emperor in this doomsday picture, as well as those powerhouses of the three sects who are not weaker than her in the slightest.

I guess this happened when they were making a big move and leaving this battlefield temporarily!

The dust is long, the people are noisy, the golden iron horse, the dream of cultivating immortals is broken!

This battlefield suddenly turned into an abandoned land, except for the fierce fighting of the monks of the Four Realms who had no choice but to die, there was no longer a strong man coming, nor did he see a big man return.

When it was all over, there was no trace of life on the earth, except for the terrifying crack that twisted and turned.

Even the devastation left by those monks when they fought in the past has been completely erased, and no clues can be found.

After all, manpower is small, even if he has achieved cultivation and has great magical powers, he still seems thin and has no power to resist in the face of nature's roar.

I don't know what kind of force is behind the earth riot that once happened in this secret realm, but it is undoubtedly the strongest, and it cannot be resisted by a strong person like the Demon Emperor.

Pity those monks of the Four Realms who fought here for their own interests, they were buried in the cracks, and no one cared about them anymore, as if they had been completely forgotten by the whole world.

At this point, the image that came to my mind slowly settled, and the perspective was fixed on the cracks in the earth until the vicissitudes of the sea.

After endless years, the crack in the earth has not healed, and has turned into a canyon in front of us, but none of the devoured lives have returned from it.

The picture flows too fast, and what is presented behind is only a lonely crack, which is really a glance of ten thousand years.

During this period, I didn't notice that there were foreign beings descending, or that the characters who had been arranged to bring back Dewey, Candle Dragon, etc. were too strong to be able to record.

By the time the picture freezes on the canyon in front of me, my mind has returned, but my heart fluctuates and it is difficult to calm down.

Even though I have seen too many subversive historical memories on this trip to the secret realm, there is no scene that is more shocking than the cultivation of the earth devouring the Four Realms just now.

Bang Bang –

At this moment, I accidentally touched an insignificant piece of gravel under my feet, and it suddenly tumbled and fell deep into the cliff below the canyon, occasionally hitting the cliff face along the way, making a crisp sound.

I watched in amazement as this happened, not taking any action, just looking at the beating gravel as my brain stopped thinking.

After a few moments, the rubble finally fell to the bottom of the valley, smashing against the layers of bodies below......

Suddenly, another shocking scene with great ornamentation happened!

The rubble was like a blazing charcoal fire, and the continuous body was like a pile of old snow that had been piled up for years, and as the charcoal fire fell, the snow began to melt.

As far as the eye can see, centered on the point where the gravel falls, the surrounding circles of corpses suddenly turn into dust and dissipate into the air.

The gratuitous image of dust intensifying, spreading all over the canyon in the blink of an eye, covering all the corpses.

By the time I settled down on my mind, all the corpses were gone, even with the various divine weapons and immortal treasures they carried, as if they had never existed.

At this point, the war that had taken place here was completely over, and I understood after a brief moment of consternation what was going on below!

In fact, it's very simple, everything is because it has been a long time since the Demon Emperor invaded the battle, and the corpses and relics below have long since decayed.

No matter how strong they were during their lifetimes, they couldn't resist the baptism of time, not to mention that there was the force behind the sudden riot of the earth that was secretly watching!

The reason why these decays that should have dissipated have been able to maintain the image of the first time I saw it for so long is that it has not been disturbed since ancient times, so that their structure has always remained stable.

And the layer of fog that was previously controlled by the candle dragon and helped him open the door of the ghost world also seemed to have some kind of isolation power, and finally under the superposition of multiple forces, this rare scene was created.

However, this picture is a layer of window paper, and if it is not stimulated by external forces, it may be preserved for a long time.

But once there is an external force, even a piece of rubble that falls inadvertently, after losing the protection of the original fog, is devastating to this picture as thin as window paper.

Looking at the canyon below that suddenly became empty, I also felt a deep sense of loss in my heart, and I couldn't help but think of the song "Linjiang Immortal" by Yang Shen, a genius of the Ming Dynasty in the real world-

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

Yes, no matter how heroic you are, your face is amazing, but after all, it is just a dream in the world, and you can only leave a vague and inexplicable moment in the short moment of history.

Eventually, as the river of history flows, even this moment will dissipate, as if it never existed.

Just ask those cultivators of the Four Realms who died in vain, how many of them were not powerful people when they were alive? In their respective worlds, they must also be people who call for wind and rain and have great influence.

However, they died here inexplicably!

So many years later, as those who once knew them disappeared together, the traces of their existence have been completely erased, as if they never existed in this world at all!

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