She dreamed of ancient battlefields, of ancient times, and even beyond.
Among the mountains and valleys, giant beasts run rampant, ancient remnants appear and disappear, wild beasts roar, mountains shake, rivers surge, and stir up thousands of waves.
There are countless peerless masters of the holy realm, fighting in this world. The gods of the heaven, the evil spirits with three eyes, the forbidden angels with one wing, and the half-blooded monsters harvesting each other's lives.
This is a real Shura field.
Suddenly, an abyss-like aura of extreme darkness descended across the entire world, and all life was shattered in an instant.
Yes, broken.
In the endless darkness, a long and slender hand stretched out and shook it hard.
Immediately afterwards, the bodies of all the fighting gods and demons were broken into countless pieces, along with their souls.
The miserable screams chilled the bones.
Ling Luo also fell into extreme fear. Who is this person? How could he be so scary?
The strength of one hand can destroy everything!
It was at this time that a black thorn-like plant gradually appeared on the flesh and blood of gods and demons everywhere, and it spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The thorn vines use the blood of gods and demons as nourishment, absorb their essence, and grow rapidly.
After a while, the mountains and valleys were covered with black thorns, and in the darkness, there was a cold thin lip, slightly curled up in an extremely dazzling arc.
Ling Luo was awakened.
She sat up suddenly, her clothes all soaked with cold sweat.
She looked a little pale and stretched out a hand to wipe the cold, wet sweat on her forehead.
At this moment, what could not be dispelled from Ling Luo's mind was the nightmare she just sat in.
The bloody Shura slaughterhouse, the terrifying dark mysterious man.
No!
Such a terrifying existence, it is not an exaggeration to call it Diablo!
Ling Luo held her head in her hands and took several deep breaths before she calmed down her turbulent heart.
The last darkness of dawn has dispersed, dawn has fallen, and it is now early morning.
The moment Ling Luo raised his head and his eyes touched Lingtian, he was completely stunned.
What is that?
Black thorns?
The spiritual field with a radius of 100 meters is covered with black thorns, and on the spikes with black luster, there are dots of morning dew, like the tears of gods and demons.
Ling Luo stood up and stepped into the black thorns. Not only his body, but also his soul trembled with him!
Did she really cultivate the black thorn?
Is this... too...?
Ling Luo's face looked a little ugly, and the black thorns had grown to the height between her knees. She squatted down slightly, stretched out a hand, and lightly touched the sharp thorns.
"hiss--"
The spikes were so sharp that a slight touch would leave a scar.
On Ling Luo's fingers, round drops of blood fell down drop by drop, and happened to drip on the black thorns.
Suddenly, a surprising sight appeared.
The thorn thorn stained with Ling Luo's blood emitted a crystal black and red light, quiet and deep.
Ling Luo felt a stinging pain in her heart, as if she had been pricked by a thorn, and an indescribable pain came over her.
It felt like I had lost the most important thing, and I felt like crying inexplicably.