A dull and loud sound spread across the sky, and the momentum even overwhelmed the thunder in the sky.
The tree hanging high in the sky looked down instinctively, and its pupils suddenly shrank.
I saw hundreds of whirlpools suddenly rising from the river. The whirlpools were big or small, fast or slow, just like a hundred-eyed giant opening his eyes.
The monks who were standing on the river embankment destroying the embankment felt a strong earthquake before they could recover from the tinnitus caused by the huge explosion.
Some monks who reacted quickly made a decisive decision and flew into the air to avoid the earthquake.
And those monks who were slower to react or had no ability to fly staggered to the ground, fell into cracks in the rock formations, or were swept away by the torrent and disappeared into the rolling turbid water.
The river embankment collapsed completely, and the yellowish water roared down the embankment. The foam at the front formed a straight line, like a white horse charging towards the dilapidated city.
This time, not only were the buildings destroyed and flattened, but the soil was also moving - violent shocks and water erosion led to large-scale soil liquefaction.
The buildings a little further away, in units of squares, flowed, drifted, and finally rolled and fell.
"What the hell is going on?"
Shang Yang, who was suspended in the sky, swallowed his saliva. The entire Xingzhou City could not see its original appearance at all. Only some ruins could be vaguely seen in the vast yellow water.
Feng He, who was wearing armor and had remained silent from beginning to end, finally spoke, his voice low and rough: "It's over."
As Feng He said, the most dangerous flood peak was narrowly overcome in this way,
This also means that that person can finally have his hands free.
In the sky, Lian Xuanxiao swung his left hand quickly, and the vast power of the talisman twisted the earth, causing cracks on the surface to crack.
The water of the Wanjun River wraps around the broken walls and pours into them, forming large or small whirlpools, leading to the bottomless darkness.
The monstrous torrent that could have flooded several places and displaced millions of people has gradually diminished and shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"The life lamp has been extinguished, the old man is dead and cannot be saved."
Jiali's expression changed several times, and she made a decision immediately. She took off the hosta on her head and waved it in the air, "Let's go!"
Buzz——
Wherever the tip of the hairpin passes, the air ripples, accompanied by a strong surge of spiritual energy, forming a translucent corridor of more than a thousand meters.
At the end of the corridor is a vast desert.
The scorching sun hangs high in the desert, and through the blurry hot air currents, only the continuous sand dunes and the complex talisman arrays buried among the sand dunes can be seen.
The hosta of the cylindrical tree is called the Deserted Sand Journey. It is an alienated object unearthed in the Western Regions. The holder of it is no longer tested in the first test. Its effect is to open a teleportation array that leads to any desert in the world.
And the spectacular talisman array in a state of being activated is a clear deterrent - the only outcome for anyone other than Zhao Ming who passes through the passage is to be bombarded to pieces.
Everyone in Zhao Ming stepped into the corridor one after another, and their figures gradually disappeared. Yajiu, including Ya Jiu who was hiding on the ground, also walked out of the collapsed building, flew into the air, and walked into the corridor together.
The last few dozen slaves who were still alive realized that Zhao Ming was about to run away, so they jumped up and rushed towards the corridor, shouting: "Take us with you!"
"Please! We have fought through life and death for Zhao Ming!"
"Take us for a ride, Yu State will not let us go!"
These slaves participated in the destruction of the dam and had a bloody feud with the Yu State. If they fell into the hands of the Zhenfu Division, even death would be a luxury.
"Go away! Do you deserve it?"
Fei Lian spat. These monks have been locked up in underground tunnels all year round. No matter how vicious they were before, after several years of hardship, they have lost their fighting spirit and state of mind, and it is difficult to break through in practice.
Yan Fu beside him was even more decisive. He punched out a slave monk who was trying to escape by hitchhiking.
The meaning is obvious, let these slaves run away in order to distract the attention of the Zhenfu Division and the Academy, and buy time for Zhaoming to evacuate.
"Take them with you,"
Yajiu suddenly said: "Maybe it will be useful in the future."
Fei Lian frowned, and when he saw that Jiacheng didn't express his position, he stopped talking and waved his hand to signal Yan Fu to let him go.
When the slaves saw this, they immediately rushed into the corridor, their stiff faces forced to show expressions of gratitude.
The emptiness of the corridor continues,
The skyline in the distance has already lit up with a white rainbow of sword energy - Luoyang's academy, the Zhenfu Division has received news and is about to arrive.
The only person who has not yet evacuated the scene is Jun Qianzi.
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He looked at the crumbling earth and the slowly shrinking torrent, but there was not much anger or anger on his face, but some surprise and surprise.
"My nephew killed the old man and collapsed the river bed?"
Jun Qianzi recovered from his surprise, smiled and shook his head: "It seems that I still underestimated him."
"We all underestimated him."
More than a thousand meters away, at the center of the most noisy and violent wind and thunder, Lian Xuanxiao said calmly with a calm expression.
Huh——
A strong wind blew, and Lian Xuanxiao's sleeves swayed violently, exposing his right arm.
The arms that were already pitch black and skinny, like charcoal, were even more miserable now.
The skin is missing, and the dried tendons and dark red lines of dried blood are exposed, making people wonder how such an arm can still move.
The five degenerations of heaven and man are not limited to the arms.
The dark red blood line runs along the arms and spreads to other limbs and torso. The skin is constantly turning into glowing powder and blowing away in the wind. Like crystal sand dust.
"Is it worth it?"
Jun Qianzi stared at the dust flying in the wind and said with regret.
The five declines of heaven and man are a threshold that has hindered all monks throughout the ages. It cannot be crossed and can only be delayed.
Lian Xuanxiao once reached the realm of Linyuan, and like figures like Taoist ancestors, Buddha, and Haotian prophets, he saw the scene on the other side of the line.
Even if a deity has reached its fifth period of decline, as long as he uses less cultivation and concentrates on meditation, he can still prolong his life and delay it for a longer period of time.
But he went against the will of heaven again and again.
Until now, his decaying body has been overwhelmed, and the decline that originated from his soul can no longer be concealed.
The pain suffered every moment is beyond any kind of mortal torture.
"Isn't it worth it?"
Lian Xuanxiao asked back.
The floods did not take away all hope. The vast ocean water surged and then declined, and signs of life appeared again.
People carrying wooden planks were floating on the water, and shouts for help sounded from the top of the ruins of the building.
On the hills far away, a group of survivors can be seen, using simple tools such as wooden sticks and fishing nets to rescue other people floating down the river.
"Jun! Qian! Son!"
Fei Lian's shouts rang out from below, and several Zhenfu Division monks had already arrived, desperately attacking Zhao Ming in an attempt to interrupt the teleportation tunnel.
More and more monks' qiji appear on the horizon, from far to near.
This chapter has been completed!