Chapter 339: The Road to Death

The ebb and flow of the tide on the Hongmeng continent, the joys and sorrows of the human race and the prosperity and hustle and bustle, like a lively drama staged under the sky, one after another seems to be endless. However, in this corner of this prosperous world, in another unknown world that has been forgotten for many years, there is another big drama slowly unfolding.

In the Rainbow Realm, there is still a dead world.

Shrouded in the evil aura of extinction of all life for thousands of years, this realm has long become a forbidden area for living beings, and every inch of land, even the weakest and most tenacious creatures, cannot survive in this realm. The lava flowing from the cracked earth seemed to be roaring and roaring, accusing everything here.

The air was dry and hot, with a strong smell of sulfur, and when you took a breath, it was as if your entire throat had been burned, and a large amount of poisonous debris and poisonous gas that had been buried for thousands of years from the ground mixed with the hot wind blowing through, making every moment in this realm become torment and pain.

However, in 10,000 years, for the first time in this dead land, a walking figure finally appeared.

Not one person, but a group of people.

When the bright sky light fell from the sky, you could see the first group of figures to appear in this Flying Rainbow Realm in the past 10,000 years, and it was a group of demon clans. This group of demon clans is obviously from the same tribe, and all of them have tiger heads and human bodies, and there are quite a few people, about more than a thousand people.

This number can already be regarded as a large number of tribes in the demon world, and in this group of demon clans, in addition to the young and strong warriors who walk in the front and the periphery of the team, there are also a large number of old and weak women and children, which looks like the entire tribe has migrated collectively. It's just that I don't know why, this demon clan with a tiger bloodline actually stepped into the Flying Rainbow Realm, which no one has entered for thousands of years.

And the consequences of this are also obvious. Although there is no longer that kind of yin and evil aura in the Flying Rainbow Realm, the still harsh environment still dwarfs many other ferocious otherworlds in the Hongmeng world, and the poisonous air alone is enough to make most of the weaker demon clans dizzy, and some even vomit non-stop, and before they know it, they will exhaust their physical strength.

In addition, the land of the Flying Rainbow Realm is also full of dangers, full of terrible traps, there is almost no complete and flat road to see, not to mention, many huge cracks lie across this land, like a malicious laughing giant mouth, wantonly persecuting this group of weak demon clans. And the most terrifying thing is not these things that can be seen, this realm is still in violent change not long after the great change, there is no sign of settling down everywhere, sometimes walking, a land that looks calm will suddenly shake the mountains and erupt into the sky huge magma fire pillars, but those who come close are crushed.

Despite this, this demon clan, which looked so small and fragile in the power of heaven and earth, was still moving forward with difficulty and pain, and no one knew where they were going.

Along the way, people have begun to fall down one after another, old, weak, sick and disabled, exhausted the last breath of life, and died in this strange and terrible world. A faint cry quietly sounded in the crowd, looking back at the road from which they came, in the indifferent wind, dust and gravel, at intervals, you could see the corpses that had fallen to the ground.

It's like the road to death.

"Boom!" There was another loud roar, and the earth trembled violently, and everyone stood unsteadily, turning their heads in panic, and a few miles away, a terrible pillar of magma fire broke through the earth again, and went straight into the sky.

The black ash that fell from the sky fluttered like an apocalyptic scene all over the land, and some scorching sparks fell on the corpses, and soon they burned. There was a deep and desperate sadness on the faces of all the people of the demon clan, but after a while, they still turned their heads and walked forward with heavy steps.

It's like, in that unknown place ahead, there is their only hope.

For that hope, regardless of life and death, to get there!

The roaring lava of the surging pillars of fire carved a terrible scene in this terrible realm, but at the end of the road, when the wind blew violently through the wind and sand and buried everything, the golden circle standing at the edge of the earth suddenly began to flicker again.

The reckless breath fell on the mortal world, like an unruly declaration, like a wild will to survive, roaring.

The golden and brilliant light sprinkled down, and after the brilliance was gone, a group of figures reappeared.

With wild steps, they once again set foot on this desperately terrible land, and then in a suffocating silence, this new group of demon clans walked forward again.

Towards an unknown fate, towards the hope that is faint in the distance.

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Although Xilu City is Shen Shi's hometown, and that Tianyi floor is also the home where he grew up and lived for twelve years, until the end, Shen Shi still didn't get close to that place after all.

The building is still bustling, bustling and prosperous, as if nothing has changed in more than ten years, Shen Shi's heart is also a little inexplicably sentimental and embarrassed, but because of Xu Xueying, he still suppressed the emotion in his heart and quietly walked past here. Including in the midst of this, he witnessed some unusually open quarrels among the disciples of the Xuanyin/Sect, reminiscent of whether there was something wrong in this great sect of cultivation.

When the ordinary and ordinary carriage left Xilu City safely, Shen Shi suddenly had a strange trance-like feeling, as if it had been so many years in the past, only in the snap of his fingers, but it seemed to be changing again.

The familiar city faded away behind him, but the past suddenly floated from the depths of his memory and poured into his mind. The fox lay quietly beside him, and Xu Xueying seemed to know that he was in a bad mood, so she didn't bother him again.

Shen Shi sat silently, and after a long time, he reached out and groped in the Ruyi bag for a while, and then in an inconspicuous corner, he found something that he hadn't paid attention to for a long time.

It was a little hourglass.

He took it gently, rubbed it in his palm a few times, thought of his father, and then silently raised his eyes to look into the distance.

The sand still flowed away, like a bygone time. Between the sound of horses' hooves and the wheels turning, they traveled south, drifting away, leaving the city of Xilu behind. And in the same piece of land that belongs to Yinzhou, on the ancient road that Shen Shi once walked, there was a fat man who lifted the curtain and looked south.

There was a hazy sky there, and it was getting closer.

Heaven and earth, the wind and clouds are changing, and it seems that everything is slowly and urgently.