The ancient mirror in front of Gu Ming, the original dark mirror surface exudes a strange light, Gu Ming, who does not see any color in the mirror on weekdays, today sees the ancient mirror shining in front of Elder Jian, his heart can't help but be shocked, he stretched out his hand and wanted to snatch the ancient mirror, but his body was uncontrollable, he couldn't move half a step at all, facing the unknown, Gu Ming didn't know what the ancient mirror in front of him wanted to do, so he had to stare at the ancient mirror in front of him with a strange light for a while.

Elder Jane, who was ejected, stroked his numb arm that was shocked, and slowly got up from the side.

As Gu Ming stared, the light in the mirror gradually turned into a blurred picture, in which a man dressed in white held this ancient mirror, and a monk stood beside him holding all kinds of magic weapons, looking at the mountains in front of him.

The originally clear sky seemed to distort in an instant with a thunderclap in the sky, and countless human monks stared ahead.

Suddenly clouds covered the calm sky, and the entire clearing distorted as thunder fell in the calm valley in the distance.

Elder Jian, who was slowly getting up, also witnessed everything that happened in the ancient mirror, and couldn't help but whisper, tearing the void.... What a powerful means to do this.

As everyone waited for the battle, the spatial crack in front of them became larger and larger, and countless dead qi revealed strange things spreading outward from the cracks in front of them. The cultivators in front of them raised their hands in unison, and the turquoise light resisted the erosion of the dead qi. But the cultivators in the back row didn't have such good luck, as there was more and more dead qi, some low-level cultivators in the back row were red one by one, and they inadvertently fell into the demon path without knowing it. However, the monks in the front row stared at the cracks in front of them one by one, allowing the cultivators behind them to fall into the demon path and ignore them.

The altar is opened, the times are changing, and someone will eventually become a stepping stone, an old man with a noble status said slowly.

As the spatial crack got bigger and bigger, an unexpected situation happened, and several powerful people in the front row actually threw all the cultivators who had fallen into the demon path into the crack in front of them with their supernatural powers, and countless screams broke through the tranquility of the entire canyon.

The blood of countless monks flowed out of the cracks, instantly staining the entire canyon red, the bloody qi spread in the air, the cracks of time and space slowly closed, and as the closure began, many magic weapons flew out of the cracks, but without exception, each magic weapon contained a strong dead air.

It seemed that the monks in the front row were waiting for this scene to come, and all kinds of spells surged out together, and in an instant, the originally dead and silent canyon was instantly illuminated by the light of the magic weapon as if it were day. All kinds of magic weapons, because they are ownerless things, but the dead and silent qi carried by the magic weapon needs to be evolved with spells before they can be used, but these do not affect the madness of the monks in the slightest.

As the magic weapon in the sky was snatched up by the monks present, and the greedy eyes locked into the gradually shrinking crack in front of him, what the old man in front of him did not expect was that this group of cultivators actually used mana to forcibly bombard the space crack in front of him without permission, as the crack was pulled bigger and bigger, more magic weapons flew out of the crack, but the magic weapon that flew out later seemed to have spirituality, and actually attacked the monk in front of him independently.

Everyone sent magic weapons to resist in front of them, and when they saw a monk in the early stage of the Spirit Emperor Stage being wiped out by a Fang Tian painting halberd shot from it, everyone seemed to understand. The altar, which is opened every 500 years, does not seem to be so simple in itself.

But the monks who calmed down found that they could only resist the coercion of the magic weapon at present, but they no longer had time to shrink the spatial rift in front of them, and as the spatial rift expanded larger and larger, what emerged from it was not as simple as the magic weapon.

More fierce beasts, strange beasts escaped from the cracks, it seemed that they had not seen the light of day for too long. The beast that escaped from it was the first time that the sun shone and couldn't open its eyes. Under the combined efforts of several powerful people, several fierce beasts that escaped were finally killed.

But the rift in space is still expanding. From the outside world, the crack looks like a hell, the blood-colored sky and the blood-colored earth, without exception, the entire space in the crack is blood-colored.

More unknown beasts escaped from it, and the few who were present to protect themselves were only the cultivators in the late stage of the Spirit Emperor Realm who could barely protect the remnants from being devoured, and more cultivators either died from the mouth of the alien beast or were swallowed by the spatial crack, once they entered the spatial crack, the human monks would turn into pus and blood and merge into the positive piece of blood.

The man in white in the shot, because of the spatial crack, was already in the dark, and the ancient mirror in one hand flew up and down, and countless fierce beasts illuminated by the ancient mirror would be stiffened, followed by a sword piercing into the heart.

Perhaps because the dead silence in the crack was getting thicker and thicker, it had spread to the nearby towns at an extremely fast speed. More civilians rushed over to the air of death, and they jumped into the spatial rift in front of them like walking corpses.

The battle has lasted for a day and a night, and the cultivators present in the human race are dead and wounded, and there are not many people who can hold on, and when everyone wants to leave with all their might, they find that the entire area has been taboo, only allowed to enter, not to go out.

The eyes of all the cultivators stared desperately at the crack in front of them, knowing that it was the fierce beast in the crack that was making trouble, but there was no way to leave, a deafening roar came from the space, and when everyone looked up in unison, they only saw that the beast with a head like a cow, a body like a tiger, and a claw like an eagle in the crack was struggling in the space, and the body of the beast was locked with four iron chains, each of which was engraved with a brand, but as more and more humans entered the crack, the brand on the chain became more and more unclear.

Everyone understood that this thing in front of them was by no means something they could deal with now, and they didn't see any movement of the alien beast, just a simple roar made the cultivators outside the crack tremble, if this thing came out of the crack, it would be worth it.

As everyone fought bloodily, a huge coercion swept along the horizon. The old man in the crowd couldn't help but kneel on his knees as he looked at the people flying in the sky. There is salvation, there is salvation.

Everyone looked at the sky, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. I thought that my life would be explained here today, but there is no endless way to the sky.