Where Pan Aoming passed, all the buildings within a radius of twenty meters collapsed, and there was no life left among the broken walls.
Those who were lucky enough to escape in the distance were insulting Pan Aoming with the most vicious words, but Pan Aoming didn't notice it at all.
From the time he ignited the ancient curse buried deep in his body to now, he has traveled three hundred meters in a straight line, and everything along the way has been turned into ruins.
At this moment, he was still five hundred meters away from the crack in the void above the center of the city, and suddenly he stopped.
A cold breath fell on him, causing his body to tremble suddenly.
"Thank God, the city lord finally took action."
"The city lord just needs to take action. Please quickly ask the city lord to kill this demon and avenge our dead compatriots."
In the distance, countless aborigines in the hollow city gnashed their teeth, pointed at Pan Ao and shouted loudly.
Pan Aoming sneered, his expression almost crazy, he looked up to the sky, and shouted loudly at the blurry Dharma image reflected in the void: "Come on, if you have the guts, come and kill me, my tall and kind lord of the city!"
His crazy roar echoed in the empty square, which was particularly harsh. However, after a moment, a sigh came from the void.
"You go away, I won't kill you." The Lord of Xiangkong City said expressionlessly.
"Kill me? Haha... What a joke, you, a small city lord, dare to speak out nonsense?" Pan Aoming laughed and said: "Put away your noble and kind face, I have killed so many of your people, you
But you said you want to let me go, bah, I think you are afraid of being exposed to my 'bloody disaster'."
The Lord of Xiangkong City sighed softly and said: "As a cultivator, you have completely lost your mind and your mind is confused. At this point, your path of cultivation has come to an end. I advise you to hurry back to Kunlun.
Maybe there will be help."
"You fart! Who said my cultivation path has come to an end? My cultivation path has just begun!"
"I feel like I have never felt better at this moment, surprisingly good! Not only do I want to continue practicing, I also want to practice to the pinnacle of martial arts, I want to become the supreme master of martial arts, and I want to become the great emperor!"
"No one can stop me! No! Absolutely not!"
"No one can stop me. Hum, on the road to the great emperor, I want gods to block gods and Buddhas to block Buddhas!"
Pan Aoming's face was twisted and he was roaring hysterically.
When some people around him saw this, they all frowned and tried to hide as far away as they could. This guy was crazy. This young genius from the Kunlun clan was completely crazy.
The Lord of Xiangkong City let out a long sigh and withdrew the divine consciousness from Pan Aoming. However, he did not let the divine consciousness enter his body, but burned it with the last flame.
He has lived for thousands of years, and although he is already in his final years, he still has hundreds of years to live, and he will definitely not be tainted by the curse of the 'Blood Disaster'.
"Haha... Old man, are you scared? If you are scared, get out of your way immediately and don't block my way."
Pan Aoming laughed wildly, and his body turned into a meteor, rushing straight towards the crack in the void leading to the hollow hunting ground.
He didn't encounter any obstacles along the way, so he easily rushed through the crack and rushed into the hollow hunting ground.
Almost at the moment Pan Aoming disappeared into the mist, the cracks in the void suddenly closed. At this point, all the trialists in the Sky Realm City who had participated in the Sky Domain Examination had entered the Falling Sky Hunting Ground.
What awaits them will be a month of the most brutal and cruel fighting, hunting and assassination, as well as plots and killings coming from beside, behind, above their heads, in the sky and underground.
The image of the Lord of Xingkong City once again appeared clearly in the center of the square. In the blink of an eye, his image turned into a tall screen of light.
After a brief fluctuation, the light screen gradually turned into a gold list as smooth as a mirror. In just a moment, dense writing appeared on the gold list. And the name at the top of the list was the Blood Demon Young Master Xue Yingtian!
After capturing the eternal vine, Ye Dong and the others continued to move forward. There was still fog around them, but it was much lighter, and it was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the four of them.
The four of them still maintain the previous formation, with Ye Dong in the front, Qianqian and Zhao Bingjie in the middle, and Dengyun in the back. This formation can not only prevent attacks from all directions, but also protect the two delicate beauties. It can be said to be a hunting
The most perfect formation on the way.
After passing through a rugged mountain road, a swamp suddenly appeared in front of us. After countless years of baptism, this boundless swamp not only has not dried up, but actually seems to be spreading wider and wider.
Arriving at the swamp, Ye Dong asked everyone to stop and rest, eat some dry food, drink some water, and replenish their strength before continuing.
As fellow practitioners, in fact, during this month, the four of them do not need to eat or even drink water. The energy in their bodies alone can support them for this month.
However, Ye Dong still maintains the habit of eating three meals a day due to the living habits he has cultivated for a long time. Many times, he tries hard to remind himself that he is alone.
From the few words of the Barefoot Immortal, he vaguely guessed that his life experience was very complicated and that he was probably not the same person.
But reason told him that he was a human being, a genuine human race. Even if he cultivated to become a supreme being or a great emperor, he did not want to forget his origins and forget that he was a human being and that the human race was his root.
On a smooth bluestone slab, four people sat on the ground. After sitting down, Ye Dong began to perform magic tricks, taking out various foods from the space ring.
There are roast ducks from Quandeju, braised lion heads from Guihelou, spiced tea eggs, tofu brains, mandarin duck sesame cakes, jade buns brought by Ye Dong from the Confucius Temple...all kinds of delicious food are placed one after another.
On the bluestone slab, it is mouth-watering.
"Damn it! I admire you more and more, kid. I almost carry a street of delicious snacks from all over the world with me."
Dengyun picked up a duck leg, opened his big mouth and gnawed on it.
Zhao Bingjie glanced at Ye Dong curiously, reached out and gently picked up a small and exquisite jade bag, handed it to Qianqian's hand, and said: "Little sister, have a taste, this is our human jade bag, a Nanjing Confucius Temple-style snack.
, you can’t eat it in your world.”
Qianqian smiled, took the jade bun, and said to Zhao Bingjie: "No, sister, you don't know something. I ate it when I was in Leshan. This kind of jade bun is very delicious, but I prefer Leshan."
A kind of soup dumpling, take one bite and the oil will flow out. Both Sister Ruohan and Sister Tiantian love it the most, but in order to stay in shape, neither of them dare to eat more, and they only dare to eat one at a time."
"What? You said you have been to Leshan City?" Zhao Bingjie asked in shock.
