Everyone's vigilance increased greatly, and they all looked ahead with their divine senses, but the huge dusty pit was empty, and everyone couldn't help frowning slightly.

The sun was scorching, but there was an inexplicable chill in everyone's hearts.

Qing Xuan and Wu Xuan were also frowning at the moment, but there was no trace of panic on their faces, thinking that people who could cultivate to such a level of cultivation would not be able to compare their mental endurance to those who were idle.

On the other hand, He Yinuo did not panic on his face, but calmly looked around with his divine sense, and the hardships and changes He Yinuo has experienced over the years are also unimaginable to ordinary people.

And at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a miserable cry suddenly sounded in the crowd, and everyone was shocked.

However, at the same time, Qing Xuan and Wu Quan's expressions changed, and their right feet slammed towards the ground under their feet, with the power of the Supreme Dao Law, and then two muffled snorts came from the ground.

On He Yinuo's side, the phantom moon in front of him came out of his own way, although it was daylight, it was still shining with silver light, and it spun straight towards the ground under his feet with a high-speed rotation, and disappeared into the ground after a while, leaving only a deep scar on the ground.

And the next moment, a dull cry came through the rift. He Yinuo summoned the phantom moon and stood in the sky.

The crowd screamed one after another, and after the initial panic, everyone realized that the mutation came from beneath their feet, so they all rose into the sky and surveyed the surroundings.

And only after the crowd left the ground did they see the surface clearly.

On the originally hard and dry land, there were actually five more big holes, and from inside there seemed to be a faint smell of blood, although the sun was shining, but it was still faint and invisible.

And thinking about it, the previous screams came from the mouth of the disciple standing at the entrance of the cave, and when everyone counted the number of people, they found that there were five people missing, and the crowd was in an uproar.

And at this moment, there was a strange movement on the originally calm ground!

The dry, hard soil is as if something is drilling through it, leaving deep ravines in the ground!

The vigilance of the crowd increased, and the foreign objects in the ground wriggled and drilled towards the same place.

The next moment, with a cracking sound, a huge hole three feet large was broken on the surface, dust was flying, rubble was splashed, and under the sunlight, there seemed to be several figures slowly walking out.

He Yinuo looked at these, and the memory fragments in his mind seemed to have moved, slowly combining, splicing little by little, as if he had these pictures, but he was never able to capture them, thinking about it was a headache, and then muttered "Fu Di!"

Qing Xuan and Wu Xuan glanced at each other, and they both noticed a trace of strange color in each other's eyes.

Everyone thought that because of its extreme climate, this ancient and barren land should have been lifeless, unproductive, and lifeless, but they didn't expect that there were still people, but this surprise was not trivial, so the two signaled the rest of the disciples not to act rashly.

Ahead, as the dust gradually fell, a smell of blood gradually dispersed inside, and the figures of those people were also slowly presented in front of everyone's eyes, their appearance was similar to ordinary people, but the body was slightly taller, and the skin was dark, which seemed to be somewhat similar to the color of the land.

However, the strangest thing is that the eyes of these people, their pupils are extremely constricted in this sunlight, as if they cannot adapt to such an environment, and the position where these figures are standing is also facing away from the sun.

The cultivation emanating from these people is actually the cultivation of the Xuankong Realm, and even two of them have already entered the Xuankong Realm, but the cultivation of these people is faintly unstable and seems to be unpredictable.

Qing Xuan, Wu Quan, including He Yinuo, after seeing these people, their eyes flashed, and they all muttered in their hearts, "Barbarian!!"

After everyone looked at it for a while, their eyes were attracted by the heads in the hands of those people, but if you look closely, these people are not outsiders, but the five disciples who have just disappeared into the cave.

Everyone was furious, but a chill also rose in their hearts.

"We have no grievances with you, I don't know why we are secretly ambushing?" Qing Xuan looked at a few people in front of him and said loudly.

After hearing Qing Xuan's voice, those few people actually looked at him in unison, their shrunken pupils stared at Qing Xuan tightly, and then a leader said in a deep voice, "You slaughtered my clan ten years ago, and today you dare to step into my wild land, it's just looking for !!death."

There was a strong hatred in his words, as if he had been humiliated, but these words seemed a little inexplicable and confusing when they fell into the ears of everyone.

Qing Xuan and Wu Quantum glanced at each other, and their eyes showed a look of surprise, and Wu Xuan snorted and said, "Hmph, you and other barbarian clans, killing people from our sect *, and now they are full of nonsense and open their mouths, what are your intentions?"

There seemed to be a glimmer of murder in the white pupils of the leader of the leader, and then he said in an even deeper voice, "Get out of the Wasteland, or," he looked at the wreckage on the ground not far away, and said slowly in a voice like a void, "Kill it!!"

The surrounding sun is scorching, and an invisible wind and wave surrounds everyone tightly, but this wind is cold, and its involution carries a thick bloody atmosphere, under this vast sky, it is breathtaking!!

And just when everyone was confronting, He Yinuo looked at the magnificent barbaric six realms in the distance, and there seemed to be an inexplicable familiar feeling slowly flowing in his chest, and a few faint dragon moans sounded in his ears out of thin air.

The dragon's moan loomed, as if echoing in the sky and lingering in the ears. It seems to come from ancient times, eternal, long, continuous, as if in the depths of ten thousand years, there are ancient songs chanting in a low voice, the sky trembles, and the years are wasted.

Wu Quantum snorted and said angrily, "I don't care what happened ten years ago in your mouth, today I only came here for the sake of the fierce barbarian, if you insist on this, then don't blame me for being polite." ”

There is a strong sense of deterrence in the words of Wu Quan, if it is just these few people, it is actually not enough to be afraid, but they are in a desolate place, and the time and place are all unfavorable to their own side, and they don't know what kind of crisis is hidden in the secret, so more is better than less.

It's just that the few people in front of him didn't back down at all, and their shrunken white pupils stared straight at everyone, which made people look at them with a weird chill.

The leader suddenly made a "gurgling" sound on his body, like a meridian burst, and like the sound of bones rubbing, and at the same time, the cultivation on his body was also rapidly declining, but the fierce light in his eyes and the terrifying physical power emanating from his body were increasing rapidly.

Under the gaze of everyone, those few people suddenly put one arm across their chests, looked at the barbaric six paths in the distance, a trace of piety appeared on their faces, and they silently recited in their mouths, "Inferior barbarians, the people of the earth, the sin is too empty, and the wilderness is ancient, so that they will live their lives and shelter the wilderness!!"

Qing Xuan's pupils shrank, and he muttered, "Lying on the ground?!!"

At the same time, there seemed to be a hint of surprise on the surface of the non-quantum face.

The origin of this family is unknown to young monks, but if you trace it carefully, it has its presence a hundred years ago, a thousand years ago, ten thousand years ago, and even in ancient times and primeval times.

The existence of this race has always been a mystery, the world knows nothing more than its cruel, ferocious side, in addition to the fact that this race has an inexplicable fanaticism for its beliefs, but anyone who touches its faith will be exterminated by this race, but because of the particularity of its way of life, this race has become one of the most mysterious races, its wide distribution, the number of masters, people are afraid when they hear it.

When everyone was stalemate, suddenly there was a long sound of bells and tripods in the distance, dull and simple, like melodious, "Bell, bell, bell!!"

The direction of the sound came from the majestic barbaric six realms hanging high in the air, but after the sound of the bell was heard for about ten breaths, a long hiss came out immediately, and unlike the quaint voice, this voice was full of pain and despair.