Ahead, the long road under our feet has come to an end. And in the void there, a bright white gate of light stood silently. However, in front of the light gate, there was a black vortex the size of a hundred zhang. That whirlpool, like a demon's mouth, is ready to devour all things at any time.

Mo Zhiyao's eyes flickered, and it seemed that the black whirlpool was the last level to pass through this long road. Rush past to enter the Light Gate, and thus truly enter the Land of the Fallen.

"Crunch!"

Mo Zhiyao's eyes were quietly condensed, and his fists were clenched, and the air in his palms was pinched and exploded. At this moment, the black giant in the rear is still tirelessly pursuing. In the current situation, there is no other choice.

"Huh!"

The phoenix wings stretched behind Mo Zhiyao, and the whole body turned into a streamer, and swept straight towards the whirlpool and light gate in front of him. At the same time, above his body, there was a majestic chaotic spiritual power rippling out.

"Whew!"

At the same time as the sound of breaking the sky sounded, Mo Zhiyao's figure had already swept above the black vortex. To his surprise, the power of absorption that permeated the black whirlpool, which looked particularly terrifying, was not as fierce as he imagined. That kind of strength, for him, is like a pediatric at all, and it is easy to resist it.

On the contrary, in the bright white light gate, there was a suction force, as if it was welcoming Mo Zhiyao to enter it.

"That's not right!"

Mo Zhiyao, who had a cautious personality, suddenly flickered his eyes. Although he didn't know what was wrong, he had a faint feeling. It's never that simple.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyao didn't notice that thousands of feet behind him, the vague spirit shadow that appeared before quietly appeared again. The position of the pupils of the face has a cold luster flowing slowly. In the depths of that gaze, there seems to be an inexplicable color quietly flashing.

A crazy thought that made Mo Zhiyao's heart tremble suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, he had already swept through the black whirlpool, getting closer and closer to the bright light gate.

"Fight!"

In Mo Zhiyao's eyes, a touch of madness surged out, and with a fierce gritted of his teeth, he actually stopped the momentum of rushing forward, and then turned around and actually rushed towards the black whirlpool below. Then, without hesitation, he crashed into it!

The chaotic sense of spatial teleportation made Mo Zhiyao feel as if he was in a black hole that was crazy and devouring everything. Mo Zhiyao's fists were clenched, and the essence in his eyes shot out. It was a big gamble, and it was won, and it made it to the Fallen Lands. If you lose, everything will be over!

The concept of time, apparently, has lost its relevance at this point. In a short moment, or a thousand years. The strange feeling that even time and space were distorted made Mo Zhiyao feel the urge to vomit blood. Mo Zhiyao himself didn't know if he really made the right bet this time.

The chaotic space finally became stable, and the familiar feeling of stability came from all directions. Mo Zhiyao's vision suddenly brightened, and the abruptness that changed from darkness to brightness made his eyes squint for a moment.

When the vision became completely clear, Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly froze.

What appeared in front of me was a completely strange world. The land, the mountains and rivers, and the dense jungles do not look different from the outside world.

It's just that between the heaven and the earth at this moment, there is an inexplicable aura. That kind of breath makes people can't help but tremble. It felt like something was suppressed.

In this piece of heaven and earth, there is also a strong aura, but that aura is full of a peculiar fluctuation.

The fluctuations weren't violent, but they made people feel palpitations. However, if you taste it carefully, you can perceive the majestic vitality contained in it, which is particularly strange.

And this peculiar aura, under that invisible suppression, is unusually quiet.

That kind of invisible suppression originated from the spiritual power of that Ancestral Realm powerhouse, the Immortal Venerable.

Mo Zhiyao's face couldn't help but be moved, that Hades Venerable didn't know how long it had fallen, but the coercion left behind was still terrifying.

But when I think about it, it is also a matter of course that this piece of heaven and earth was originally incarnated by the Immortal Venerable, and it is full of his spiritual power.

After Mo Zhiyao observed for a while, he collected his thoughts, and then frowned slightly. Now that he has successfully passed the entry level of the Fallen Lands, he doesn't know how the battle between the Nine Colors and the Dragon is doing now.

The methods of the Hades Venerable are really strange and unexpected. The real portal in the end was not a white light gate, but a black vortex that seemed impossible.

It is conceivable that if the white light gate is chosen at the last moment, the end will be really miserable and tragic. All the persistence came to naught in the end.

"Now it seems that all the people who enter the space passage are forcibly separated, and I don't know if they will appear in the same place after successfully breaking out. Mo Zhiyao muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the sky around him.

Anyway, the time is not in a hurry, so Mo Zhiyao did not leave immediately, planning to wait here for a while and see the situation.

And Mo Zhiyao's wait didn't last long, and in the calm void in front of him, there were sudden ripples, and the next figure flashed out of it.

Looking at it, Mo Zhiyao's eyes condensed slightly. He knew that this person was the young master of the Purple Cloud Gate in the southern realm of the Divine Domain.

In the southern realm of the Divine Domain, the status of the Purple Cloud Gate is equivalent to that of the Heavenly Fire Valley in the Western Realm, and it can be regarded as the top large-scale cultivation force.

After the young master of the Purple Cloud Gate successfully broke out, he stood in the sky, and when he saw the scenery in front of him, his face couldn't help but welled up with ecstasy.

However, when he saw Mo Zhiyuan standing in the air not far away, his face suddenly changed, and then he retreated without hesitation, and pulled away from the latter for a while.

Obviously, for Mo Zhiyao, the young master of the Purple Cloud Gate was full of jealousy.

However, when he saw that Mo Zhiyao showed no signs of making a move, the young master of the Purple Cloud Gate breathed a sigh of relief. However, he was still looking at him vigilantly, cautiously now in the distance, and it seemed that he was also holding the same thoughts as Mo Zhiyao.

And after the appearance of this young master of the Purple Cloud Gate, there were strong figures shot out of the void one after another.

Mo Zhiyao broke out when there was less than half an hour left. In other words, there is only a short period of time until the deadline.

Time passes, and in the blink of an eye, the time limit of an hour is reached. And in the final moment, two figures swept out of the void almost in no particular order. After seeing those two figures, Mo Zhiyao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The two people who rushed out at the last moment were Long Zhan and Nine Colors.

Mo Zhiyao flashed over, came to the two of them, and looked at them. Jiuse still looks cold, and the white dress is spotless. But it's a dragon battle, and his clothes are a little messy, and he looks a little embarrassed.

"Zhan'er, how are you?" Mo Zhiyao's face changed for a moment, and he hurriedly asked.

Long Zhan grinned when he heard this, but the words he said made the corners of Mo Zhiyao's eyes twitch.

"It's okay, that black iron bump chased me all the way, and when I came out, I couldn't help but compare with him. ”

This bold boy actually dared to fight against the black giant who even Mo Zhiyao could not avoid, but the black giant had the combat power equivalent to that of a strong man in the middle of antiquity.

When Mo Zhiyao heard this, he glared at Long Zhan fiercely with some anger. This kid, after his strength improved, became bold again.

However, this place is obviously not the place to reprimand Long Zhan, and after Mo Zhiyao made sure that he and Jiu Se had nothing to do, he took the two of them directly to the distant sky.

But before leaving, Mo Zhiyao glanced at the strong people around him again. There, there was no figure of Yu Shaohao and that Elder Pei.

Mo Zhiyao didn't think that those two people would die in the spatial passage. After all, Yu Shaohao, as the young master of the super power Feather God Temple, was still in the cultivation realm of the late ancient period. If you can't even get out of a spatial passage, it's too funny.

And the reason why I didn't see them here is more likely that the exit of the space passage is not limited to one place. And they must have been teleported to other places.

Immediately, Mo Zhiyao no longer paid attention to the people here, and fought with the dragon with nine colors, and his figure disappeared into the distant sky in a few flashes.

And after Mo Zhiyao and the three left, those strong people also chose different directions, scattered, and went their own way.

............

This piece of heaven and earth, transformed by the powerhouses of the ancestral realm, is extremely vast and vast, and at the speed of Mo Zhiyao's three people, they have been moving forward for nearly an hour, and what they see in their eyes is still an endless plain and a majestic mountain range in the distance.

The sense of ancient coercion and vicissitudes that envelops the heavens and the earth makes people's hearts become a little heavy.

Along the way, Mo Zhiyao did not meet other powerhouses in the Divine Domain. Although there were a large number of people who had entered the Fallen Land before, it was obvious that after the round of brutal screening in the space channel, there were not many people who could actually come here.

But correspondingly, this is also tantamount to removing the chaff, eliminating the weak, and all those who remain are elites.

However, in this way, once a conflict occurs, it is bound to be a shocking war.

Descending on a towering mountain, Mo Zhiyao turned his hand and took out the Fall Key, his fingers slowly rubbed on it a few times, and there was a flash of fire in his eyes. Then look up and look ahead.

Ever since he entered the Fallen Land, Mo Zhiyao had discovered that this Fallen Key had begun to emit a strange faint fluctuation. The most intuitive manifestation is the obvious change in temperature.