Dark clouds were approaching, lightning was flying in the night, and thunder was booming.
The violent wind raged on the Xuanyin Sea, and a wave of destructive waves erupted from the bottom of the sea, setting off huge waves that seemed to dye the sky red.
The water and sea water are turbulent, like a swimming dragon making waves here, vowing to sweep across all directions.
The air and air currents tore and rubbed against the void, making a sharp sound like howling like ghosts and wolves, which made people feel frightened and their scalp numb.
The sudden change was unexpected by the monks from the Three Realms who were stationed on the sea waiting for the treasure hunt to end.
Those who reacted quickly turned around and evacuated without hesitation, fleeing for thousands of meters in shock.
Those who realized it later had dilated pupils, turned pale, and trembled all over as they took out the Thousand Miles of Instant Talisman and burned it.
Of course, there are also those monks who happened to be in the center of the sea. They were swept away by the waves and had no way to escape. They were swallowed up by the sea and were never seen again.
"What happened? Can anyone tell me what's going on?"
Under the downpour of blood, those who were lucky enough to escape screamed and wanted to cry without tears.
Yes, a group of dozens of people came here, and he was the only one who survived.
His friends, brothers, and his beloved woman were all buried at the bottom of the Xuanyin Sea, and their souls were scattered.
They were fine before half a stick of incense, and everyone gathered together in great interest to discuss who would eventually win the Heaven-Shaking Divine Halberd.
If he hadn't temporarily received a jade slip from his family, asking him to go to the outskirts of the sea area to meet up with disciples from another family to discuss specific matters regarding the cooperation between the two families in developing mineral veins, he probably would not have been able to escape this disaster.
But now, even if he survived with God's blessing, he still felt that life would be worse than death.
The grief and pain were so great that he could only look at the "huge tsunami" that was still going on and cry.
What about immortals? Aren't they as weak as ants in the face of absolute power?
At this moment, he felt helpless and sad like never before.
"Let's go."
An acquaintance waved at him, and he panicked and didn't choose his way.
"Swish swish."
Shadows of people were moving on the Xuanyin Sea, one after another.
The yellow symbol is bright and fleeting.
Just to survive, just to leave the place of right and wrong.
...
In the unknown abyss of Changhe, as the bronze mirror in front of him was torn apart, Duan Ziqian, who secretly controlled the clone puppet, vomited blood and his breath was sluggish.
His cultivation level dropped from the early stage of the eighth realm of Semi-Saint to the late stage of the seventh realm, and his face seemed to have suddenly become much older.
"Wow."
Unable to restrain himself, his Adam's apple rolled, and he spurted out two large mouthfuls of scarlet blood mist.
"Fight with me?"
"Ha ha ha ha......"
He covered his chest and laughed out of breath, letting the blood from the corner of his mouth stain his robe and said: "Your master Jiang Lin'an was not my opponent back then, and he ended up in Taixu Mountain in hatred because of my plot. You...
What is a useless halberd spirit? Are you worthy of avenging him?"
"Oh, if you don't overestimate your own capabilities, you will destroy yourself."
"Destroy it well, destroy it just right."
"Indeed."
Spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, he stood up unsteadily and said: "Suning, Dao Huo'er, Tie Mian, and Su Xinglan, who doesn't know whether to live or die. As long as these four people's souls are destroyed, there will be people who can achieve greatness in the Three Realms within ten thousand years."
The situation will be reshuffled."
"When the next round of Dharma comes, I will definitely find the Lord of destiny before Gu Changxiao does."
"I will not allow any hostile force to threaten Wen Dian and shake the millions of years of our Wen Dian's inheritance."
"No one can..."
With a fierce glare in his eyes, he chuckled strangely and said: "Except three of the four, then only Su Xinglan, whose soul has left the body, is left."
"Gu Changxiao did not hesitate to move more than half of the disciples in the Martial Palace to blockade the Holy Killing Valley, which means that the boy's three souls and seven souls were lost in the Holy Killing Valley."
"In that case, I will compete with you to see who is the final winner."
"Uh-huh."
The void was divided into two, and Duan Ziqian walked out without a trace.
...
On the side of the demon world, faced with the "hurricane and tsunami" that even the semi-saint strongman could not quell, Hei Gu's entire body appeared unusually calm.