Chapter 1311 Long-lost long-awaited look
Looking at the ancient continent.
A silence.
The desolate wind does not blow from the sea, but is generated by itself from different domains due to the continuous pressure of heaven and earth.
They grew bigger and bigger with each other, rolling in all directions together, and finally set off on the entire Wanggu Continent.
Wherever he passed, in the whimpering, it was like a mournful funeral song.
And the vast mountains in various domains in the wind, like a stiff ancient dragon, were no longer covered with green scales, but layers of dark brown rock shells.
Plants are no longer suitable for growth.
Only the remnants of the earth fire seeping out from the gaps in the mountains scorched the mountains in various regions like charred corpses.
This is the thirty-first year of the human race's summer calendar.
Twenty-seven years have passed since the sword that the Sword Emperor swung into the sky.
In the past twenty-seven years, it has been difficult to look at the ancients.
The roar from the moment of the sky curtain was like a countdown, heavy on the Wanggu Continent, and it was also like a sound urging life.
Under this sound, all races are forcibly equal in the matter of death.
So the meaning of despair not only rose in heaven and earth, but also grew in the hearts of all living beings for twenty-seven years.
Therefore...... The frost has not yet arrived, and the heavens and the earth have already had the intention of killing.
The entire Wanggu mountains turned into corpses, and the grass and trees withered.
heterogeneous, getting stronger and stronger.
The sky dome was suppressed by the lead clouds and crushed and sticked, even if the blood-colored sunset leaked out of the clouds occasionally, the light and shadow cast on the cracked earth were only mottled like scars.
It is getting harder and harder to live.
Even in the deserted north of Wanggu, on the ice field, there would often be muffled noises, and the black ice that would not melt for thousands of years would crack in pieces in this year.
Those ice chips wrapped in the ancient sealed wail, swept in all directions with the cold wind, crushing the withered yellow weeds into corpses close to the ground.
As for the south, it was even more desperate, and the battles of ethnic groups that broke out for supplies formed battlefields everywhere.
In the countdown to death, more resources represent better tribute, which is the hope of the tribe to survive.
It was also a decree that was passed down from the holy land outside the firmament seven years ago.
"When I come, the five ethnic groups with the most tribute will not be destroyed."
As a result, wars became frequent.
It wasn't until a year ago that wars gradually decreased with the change in the canopy.
Only those battlefields full of corpses and dried black blood became witnesses of the chaos.
At this moment, the wind came from afar and swept across the battlefield, but it could not take away the blood that had settled there, so it could only dance in the wind the faded prayer flags wrapped around the hilt of some remnants of the sword.
Let out a dying whimper.
It has become part of the rumors.
The entire Wanggu Continent is depressed.
As for the Forbidden Sea, it is the same.
The huge waves that had surged had already solidified into an ink-colored water wall, and the entire Forbidden Sea ...... It has become a sea of ice!
The ice layer occasionally cracked, and someone once connected the patterns of those cracks and found that it was a prophetic map that was gradually breaking through the ancients.
Perhaps, it was the heroic spirit of the Sword Emperor, left for Wanggu's early warning.
And today......
This picture of the ancient collapse, the last stroke in it, was being completed in the clicking sound coming from the ice.
During this process, the sound of the glacier cracking became louder and louder.
The sound of the heartbeat of the ancient tribes is echoing more and more urgently.
It also includes Fenghai County!
In Fenghai County, all the power of the Holy Lan Great Domain and the Black Spirit Great Domain were gathered, including the Seven Blood Pupils, Xu Qing's former old friends, and the worshippers of him within the Black Heaven Clan.
Although they were exhausted and endured for twenty-seven years, they were now ......
Each of them has iron blood, perseverance, and ...... in their expressions Death!
Wu Jianwu, Kong Xianglong, Zhang San, are impressive.
All the power of Fenghai County, led by Yao Hou, unfolded a large formation, condensed all their strength, and looked at the sky.
There was also the body of Xu Qing's divine spirit meditating cross-legged in the fairy palace underground of Fenghai County, and Zixuan who had already opened his eyes in the phoenix hall behind him.
Not only was this the case in Fenghai County, but the rapid heartbeat also had strong fluctuations in the Moon Sacrifice Domain!
The prince, the ninth grandfather, the eighth grandfather, the third grandmother and others looked up at the sky in front of the pharmacy in the Kusheng Mountains, with solemn expressions.
Behind them, Ling'er stood there.
She has grown up, tall and slim, surrounded by dragons and snakes, and her expression is firm.
The entire Moon Sacrifice Domain was fluctuating, which was a sign that the treasure of the Reverse Moon Hall, which was entered by the fifth grandmother, was running at full strength.
And similar scenes are being staged throughout Wanggu.
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In the depths of the Western Desert, in the ancestral hall, on the throne made of thousands of strange bones, the king of this generation was staring at the bone mirror in his hand.
What was reflected in the mirror was not his own face, but the sky looking at the changing colors of the ancient continent.
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Located in the Mingli Great Domain in the eastern part of Wanggu, as the strongest clan in this domain, the Tianjie Clan, its mother nests are wriggling wildly one by one.
The shells of those huge cocoons were covered with eye-like markings, and now each eye was oozing green pus.
In the largest female nest, the insect mother of this tribe sat cross-legged in the center of the nest, twelve tentacles twitching unconsciously, three of which had been broken, and viscous bodily fluids were still dripping from the fracture.
It is trying to deduce the next way of life for the group!
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There is also the Turing clan near the south, as a group that has grown rapidly by encroaching on small tribes over the years, they use their own ancestors as totems.
It's just that at this moment, nine of the twelve totem poles are breaking in the totem square.
The patriarch of his clan was also bleeding from his eyes, with a hideous expression, looking at the sky and falling into madness!
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Except for the clan with gods, all other races were like this at this moment.
Everyone was on high alert, in that tense atmosphere, under the desperate depression, and in the bitterness there was a fear of the future.
But I have to face it.
They all raised their heads and looked at the sky!
Especially ...... Terran!
Wanggu Central, the Great Domain of the Human Race, the Imperial Capital Qiwutai!
The empress was standing there.
He was clothed in a gilded robe and a human crown on his head.
The twelve red gold tassels hanging in front of him were motionless in the wind at this moment.
Just like His steadfast heart.
And the end of each stream is decorated with phoenix marrow beads tempered by divine fire, and on one side...... The bloody divine patterns on the eyebrows of this Lixia Empress became more and more bizarre.
But on the other side, it reflected the black snow stretching for thousands of miles outside the imperial capital at this moment!
To be precise, it was not snow, it was the sword qi of the sky curtain that guarded Wanggu for twenty-seven years, sprinkling fragments of sword qi in the world in the shattering!
They landed on the earth, on the mountains, and on the rivers, making helpless cracking sounds.
In this sound, behind the empress, someone walked quickly.
The visitor was a young man, wearing a four-clawed dragon robe, long hair and shawl, with a thin appearance and a touch of competence.
It was Ning Yan.
He is no longer the little fat man who was used as a weapon by Erniu back then, and now Ning Yan has faded his youth, not only his expression is resolute, but he also has some more majesty that belongs to his prince.
At this moment, he stood behind the empress, looking at the world outside the imperial capital, and after a while, his eyes fell on the empress in front of him, and he spoke in a low voice.
"Mother, the Yanyue Xuantian Clan sent the envoy sent out by our clan, and announced that their clan will not be allowed to leave the clan in the next days, and others are strictly prohibited from entering.
"Not only Yan Yue, but also the Northern Destiny Royal Clan in the north, the Chidi Daluo Clan in the west, the Nether Abyss Bones in the south, and the Shenlin Clan in the central part of Wanggu have all isolated their territories from the outside world.
The entire Wanggu, all the ethnic groups that worship the gods, are like this."
Ning Yan said in a low voice.
The empress was silent.
He had already expected this, but Ning Yan was unwilling to send a messenger to Yanyue.
The gods are indifferent, and watching at this time is also in line with the heart of the gods.
The empress raised her head and looked at the sky.
The entire sky curtain was surging at this moment, forming a huge whirlpool.
The scope of this whirlpool is shocking.
As it rotated, it was as if the sky had been gouged out of its eyeballs, dirty blood and tears flowed down, and more and more sword qi fragments fell.
And in the center of that whirlpool, only when the realm reaches the divine platform, or reaches the quasi-immortal realm among the monks who have not appeared in tens of thousands of years, can it be seen......
In the depths of the whirlpool, there was a blood stain that was constantly cracking!
The sword that the sword emperor held back then formed a curtain of sword qi and covered the sky.
It could have been half a year of life for the ancient people, preventing the ancient immortals and the holy land from coming......
But now, its collapse began to accelerate seven years ago, and now it is the end.
Three years ahead of schedule!
Suddenly, the empress's eyes could see the magnificent holy places outside the curtain of sword qi through that crack!
And in those holy places, the figures of monks who walked out.
Some of them are ...... It's a quasi-immortal!
The last quasi-immortal in Wanggu was holding a sword.
But the Holy Land ...... The inheritance is not broken!
And after those holy places, the empress saw a vast body.
Exactly...... Bring the ancient immortals who have been suppressed for twenty-seven years by the Wanggu tribe!
Just looking through the cracks, the empress's mind instinctively made waves, and she could sense the horror of the other party.
Although His divine power is special, it is simply insignificant under the aura emanating from the other party.
Just like a quasi-immortal, how could he fight against Xia Xian!
So he could imagine the ending, the moment the curtain of sword qi shattered, it was the time when the ancient catastrophe came.
"Unless ...... Sacrifice!"
The empress's hand held down the white jade railing in front of her, turned her head, and looked at Nan Huangzhou! ——
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