Ye Wuque stepped into the vast plain that was stained red with blood, looked at the corpses on the ground at close range, and was suddenly shocked to notice something different.
Most of these corpses were monks from the Northern Heaven Territory, but the remaining half looked inhuman and inhuman!
They are said to be human-like because they do have human shapes and limbs. They are said to be inhuman because after death, only a layer of blood skin is left!
From this layer of blood skin, Ye Wuque could feel an inexplicable and terrifying fluctuation of life!
Weird and evil.
It is as if their layer of blood skin is their true body, and the flesh and blood wrapped in it is just a foreign thing.
And even though he was dead, Ye Wuque could still feel an evil aura rising to the sky for a long time!
"What on earth are these? They don't look like the demons from the hundred hells under the Nine Netherworld!"
Ye Wuque's figure was like the wind, but he kept thinking because he was still in a state of not knowing anything.
However, he could feel an incompatibility in these evil bloodskin, like a natural enemy!
It seems that these dead skins have an undying hatred with their monks in the Northern Heaven Territory, and it can only be resolved by the complete death of one party.
Whoosh!
When Ye Wuque and his group of thousands of people were running across the vast plain, more monks suddenly gathered from all directions, boundless. In just half a quarter of an hour, this group of people reached hundreds of thousands!
Ye Wuque looked back and realized that in addition to the city where he was just now, there were hundreds of huge cities of the same size in other directions.
At the same time, Ye Wuque found that whenever a monk came close to him, he would show a look of fervor and admiration!
It seems that he has become a heroic figure in their hearts.
This look did not make Ye Wuque feel complacent, but made him even more confused.
"I just heard Nalanyan and Sister Mo say that after three days and three nights of bloody battles, I killed thirteen local Tianchong realm masters and rescued hundreds of brothers. Is it because of this incident?
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With thoughts swirling in his heart, Ye Wuque didn't let go of any clues and began to think.
Hundreds of thousands of monks galloped across the vast plains like a torrent of steel, all running at extreme speeds, all heading for the same destination.
At the same time, an extremely depressing atmosphere slowly spread, as if a storm was about to come. Everyone's face was very solemn, as if they were about to face something extremely terrible.
"That's..."
After walking like this for about an hour, Ye Wuque's eyes suddenly condensed, and a hint of shock flashed through him!
At the end of the vast plain, the road ahead is blocked, because this border fortress, which is hundreds of thousands of feet long, stands here, dividing the world into two. The area within the border represents the monks of the Northern Heaven Territory, and
Beyond the border seems to be an extremely dangerous area.
"There is such a majestic border fortress. Judging from its appearance and such craftsmanship, it is simply terrifying!"
Ye Wuque secretly sighed that this was the first time he had seen a border fortress of such an astonishing scale, and he soon discovered that the border fortress that was supposed to be black had already turned dark red.
That dark red color was formed by the condensation and watering of countless blood, and it only appeared after a long time.
Majestic, domineering, tragic, and evil!
It seems that on this border fortress, earth-shattering battles, deadly battles, and bloody battles have broken out time and time again!
The lives of countless monks have been filled into this border gate, and countless wronged souls are wailing and roaring. If the soul is not firm in will, even the moment they see the border fortress, they will be in a trance and be shocked by its tragic and bloody momentum.
Apathetic.
It wasn't until Ye Wuque boarded the border fortress that he fully realized how huge the border fortress was!
"What happened?"
"Yes! Nine consecutive war horn sounds are simply unheard of!"
"Is it possible that the evil cultivators from outside the territory attacked in one fell swoop and launched the final decisive battle?"
"Anyway, something shocking must have happened!"
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As soon as they boarded the border fortress, hundreds of thousands of monks who came with Ye Wuque spoke with stern expressions, seeming to be asking something.
Ye Wuque, on the other hand, stood silently and glanced at this border fortress, which can be called a war machine. He felt countless cultivation fluctuations from it, almost everywhere in the border fortress, with millions of them!
Mo Honglian and Nalan Yan have always been around Ye Wuque, but their beautiful eyes are constantly scanning the surroundings, as if they are looking for something.
"Strange, where are Dou Tian and the others? They show up every time we come to the fortress!"
"Did they receive a killing mission and form a team to leave the fortress to kill evil cultivators outside the territory?" | The two women kept talking, causing Ye Wuque's eyes to surge.
"Dou Tian, are Chen He and the others also in the fortress here? The evil cultivators from outside the territory, it seems that this is the name of those blood-skinned cultivators, but why do I feel so uneasy and frightened..."
Ye Wuque suddenly felt that he had an impulse, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he felt uneasy.
His cultivation at this moment has become extremely powerful, almost reaching the peak of the Mortal Cleansing Realm. This kind of whim does not come from nowhere, but is a phenomenon that only occurs when a very small number of monks with astonishing talents are powerful enough to reach a certain level.
Buzz!
Just when Ye Wuque had this feeling, suddenly a powerful wave fell from the sky, followed by an extremely intense light of Yuanli, like the light and heat shed by the scorching sun!
"Hun Yang! This is a great master of the Lichen Realm!"
The moment he noticed this terrifying fluctuation, Ye Wuque's expression changed.
Because his cultivation had changed too much, Ye Wuque's perception of the great masters of the Lichen Realm had become extremely intense and extremely delicate.
"The Lichen Realm is the realm after the Cleansing Mortal Realm. Now it seems that the Lichen Realm is just a general term, and there must be further divisions within it." At this time, this Lichen Realm master who fell from the sky gave Ye Wuque
It feels like he is just entering the Lichen Realm for the first time. Although he is still powerful, compared to the Black and White Holy Lord, the Holy Light Elder and the like, it is different from clouds and mud, and it does not bring much pressure to him now.
"The nine horns sounded because we were alerted to a shocking conspiracy of evil cultivators from outside the territory! They actually turned into our Northern Heaven Territory monks and hid in the Northern Heaven Territory many years ago. Now this elder has just discovered a few of them.
Name! We have killed them on the spot and taken their heads!"
The voice of this Lichen Realm elder was cold and ruthless, with murderous intent. His figure was hidden in the soul sun and could not be seen clearly, but he could be seen throwing several things from the void!
Gulu...
These things rolled to the ground, but they dragged out traces of blood, which turned out to be several bloody heads!
The moment Mo Honglian and Nalan Yan saw these heads, their expressions changed drastically. They could hardly stand still and fell down!
Ye Wuque also became blinded and filled with rage!
Because those heads are none other than Dou Tian, Chen He, and Huo Qingshan!