() Flying in the air, Xu Zhi was running for his life.
Countless dust was flying behind him, and rocks jumped out and hit him from time to time.
The sky was filled with dark clouds, huge winds formed, accompanied by strong thunder and lightning, churning the rolling waves and raising tsunamis tens of meters high. Everything seemed like a scene of world destruction.
What frightened Xu Zhi was the huge piece of land emerging from high in the sky. The edge of the land was hard to see at a glance.
Countless thin gray fogs enveloped that world.
That's a relic.
A complete little world.
For the first time, Xu Zhi saw the ruins completely presented in reality.
The entire continent of ruins seems to be coming.
Just like the scene when the Hushan ruins originally formed the cave sky, countless lightnings are roaring, constantly striking the layers of gray fog.
If lightning pierces into the gray fog, it will turn into purple thunder that fills the sky, illuminating the surroundings of the ocean.
The bottom layers of countless mountain ranges are constantly disintegrating and fragmenting.
The dust and falling rocks in the air come from the disintegration of these mountains.
If the entire world of ruins fell into the ocean, Xu Zhi couldn't imagine what kind of huge power it would cause.
Using the little time he had to fall, Xu Zhi quickly focused his remaining experience on the magic-recovering halo.
The level 2 magic regeneration halo can restore 0.2 mana per second, which is equivalent to flying magic consuming one mana every five seconds.
In addition to the magic value he possesses, he can also rely on the halo to support ten minutes of flight.
Total flight time is thirty minutes.
This was the longest time he had to escape.
His eyes have turned red, and his legs are swinging at an extreme speed.
In the face of this power of heaven and earth, even powerful masters and great masters will end up dead in a place like this if they move in the wrong direction.
If you are under the ruins continent, it will be difficult to escape.
Greyhound is gone.
At this moment, Xu Zhi is just the last survivor of the Greyhound.
Compared with the chance of encountering the Bronze Whale, the chance of encountering ruins coming to the world is lower.
This risk is even greater, and even if there are witnesses, it will be difficult to survive.
Few people would believe this kind of thing, but the many islands popping up in the South China Sea are not for nothing.
In addition to the extrusion of the continental plate, it is likely that most of it comes from the land of the ruin world. The many remaining ruins-style buildings scattered on these islands are proof of this.
The storm in Xiliu Kingdom and the shower in Dongyue.
All kinds of abnormal climate are caused by these changes.
Without the weather satellites that could monitor things in previous generations, events on the ocean seemed silent, leaving only the natural disasters that rolled onto the land.
The rumbling thunder dispersed into bursts of thunder, which was thrilling.
"Click"
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Countless thunderbolts exploded, and lightning of various strange and weird shapes shot from the black clouds in the sky towards the gray fog of the ruins.
Thunder roared, and the entire sky seemed to be on fire. The thunder and lightning drove countless purple flames to spurt out.
The sky is constantly trembling, and the ruins of the earth are also constantly shaking.
soil,
gravel,
rainwater,
Sea fish swept up by the storm,
Mixed together, united into one.
Everything that can be wrapped is mixed in.
Flying in mid-air, Xu Zhi could no longer distinguish the north, south, east, and west.
His face was covered in black mud that looked like paste.
My ears were filled with the sound of huge thunder and storm.
On the ocean surface, large whirlpools have begun to form.
There is no way to escape to heaven, and there is no way to go to earth.
The only option is to rush forward desperately.
If you don't run desperately at this moment, you will only have to wait for death.
He must stay a little further away from where this ruined continent descended.
Regardless of who dissolves the real world and the ruined world, the closer this space is, the closer we are to the God of Death.
Even if there is a little more distance, this may be the distance for his survival.
It was difficult for Xu Zhi to realize how fast he was running when his life broke out. This was faster than chasing Sandro while wearing magic boots.
The two legs were almost numb from running, leaving only a shadow that was difficult to see clearly.
Xu Zhi never thought that facing this kind of scene, his master-level physical strength would fully bloom for the first time.
The huge and unbearable roar slowly subsided, and the rain gradually became clearer.
He was gradually breaking away from the falling power dispersion circle in the Ruin Continent.
Waves of weakness came from the spiritual sea, and Xu Zhi knew very well that this was because his magic was about to be used up.
Looking at the dark sea, he plunged down and waved his arms quickly against the outward surge of the waves.
An extremely dull sound exploded in the distance.
It's hard to perceive how loud the center sound is.
The ruins continent has fallen into the ocean.
The distance was at least nearly a hundred kilometers, and the sound had already come through first.
Xu Zhi thrust his body down fiercely and kept diving under the ocean.
Rather than bear the impact of the explosive air waves on the ocean surface, he would rather hide in the deeper sea and use the current to slow down the impact.
A heavenly shield wrapped around his body, and in the blink of an eye, Xu Zhi's inner energy burst out of his body.
Huge water pressure hit.
In just one second, the shield of heaven was broken first.
Then the inner energy was tightly compressed into the body.
"Explode"
A mouthful of sea water was poured down, and the pure inner Qi brought by the Hou Tu Xuan Sutra resisted the squeezing force from the sea water.
At this moment, he is a thick-shelled fish in the ocean.
Only by treating it as a part of the ocean, and with the help of this impact, can we get further away from the center of the explosion and slowly weaken the impact of waves of sea water.
Just like Xu Zhi, countless fish on the seabed are swimming desperately, moving forward, some are jumping out of the water, and some are trying to sneak downward regardless of the pressure on the bottom.
In an instant, the bodies of countless fishes cracked open and were crushed into flesh. The more complete fish carcasses floated on the water with their bellies rolling.
The second wave of impact is coming, and the impact under the sea has slowed down slightly.
But it lacks the protection of the Shield of Heaven.
The instant impact caused the inner energy to be directly pressed into the body.
A little bit of blood foam overflowed from the mouth.
The transformation of internal breath was destroyed, and my chest suddenly became stuffy.
He had to run faster than the impact of the churning waves to avoid being hit again and again.
A stream of ice-cold water hit him, and just as Xu Zhi was about to lift his inner energy, a yellow light flashed quickly behind him.
Under the light, the closed huge mouth and pale white breasts gave off a sense of familiarity.
When the opponent walked through, he was only three feet away from Xu Zhi.
Looking at the tentacles with light on the bronze whale's head, Xu Zhi stretched out his hand and quickly pulled it, and the person started to swim quickly with the bronze whale's body.
Facing this unexpected guest, the copper whale seemed very irritable. It shook its head hard twice and its tentacles swayed back and forth.
As the third deep-sea impact hit, it suffered many cracks in its body and gave up trying to drive away the hitchhiker.
Carrying this unexpected guest, the giant tail kept swaying.
Continuously drifting away into the distance, getting rid of the huge explosion impact caused by the falling ruins.
A storm blew up.
A shower also hit Dongyue hard.
The summer vacation at Yunling Academy has arrived, and everyone, except Gu Baobao, who has their own affairs, has left the Eight Sect Building.
The once bustling hall was empty.
Gu Baobao, who kept getting up at three in the morning to study, closed all the windows before returning to the table.
She stared blankly at the quiet surroundings, and then looked at the sudden rainstorm outside the window.
No one likes to get up at three o'clock in the middle of the night to study. Even if she puts in more efforts than before, she is getting farther and farther away from the members of the Eight Sect House.
Family background, background, wealth, fortune.
One item after another keeps making the distance between each other further and further away.
The topic circle and social circle began to become unfamiliar.
After trying her best, she was only at the beginning stage of an advanced practitioner and could only quietly listen to other people's discussions.
This group of people are the best practitioners she can come into contact with, and they are also the closest pioneers to her.
She knew nothing about the feelings and experiences of the expert stage. She could only rely on memory, combined with the video recorder installed in the martial arts training ground, and took a pen to record what these people said about their practice.
After closing the recorded "Bazonglou Personal Cultivation Notes", Gu Baobao seemed a little disappointed.
"I don't know if Brother Xu has arrived in Nanyang."
Xu Zhi, my classmate in the early days, was a belief that supported the practice of Gu Baobao.
He was also born an ordinary person, but Xu Zhi was far ahead of young men from aristocratic families such as Yan Jinbai.
Ordinary people can also create their own piece of the world. Compared with ordinary people, her conditions and opportunities are much better.
If she doesn't work hard, she will definitely not succeed. If she works hard, she will remain calm even if she fails. After all, she has struggled in this life and has no regrets.
Gu Baobao frowned, tears falling continuously and gathering in his palms.
Just blowing it away in one breath, the pearl-like tears in the palm turned into little mist, spread out, and splashed onto the pot of wild grass leaves placed on the table.
Like the most common weed.
A meaningless innate ability.
Maybe it's just like her constant efforts.
Gu Baobao softly hummed a low-pitched ballad, and the weeds like her gently swayed their leaves, as if they were constantly dancing to the singing. Fupin Chinese