The sound of cracking void sounded from the ice crystal space.
After the crystal skeleton was swallowed up by the power of the six heavens, all the bones in the body immediately made a "gurgle" sound, as if it had been severely injured. Immediately, the whole body began to twitch non-stop and stayed in place!
Under the power of this majestic sky...
Even the skeleton of the peerless Holy Lord from the past is difficult to compete with!
"You brat, hurry up and leave!" Seeing this, the psychic medium's urgent voice rang out. Of course he knew that the bones of the Holy Lord could not be easily defeated. These deceased corpses had no breath of life and were completely destroyed by the Holy Lord.
Controlled by eternal will, knowing no pain.
Even if they are temporarily controlled by the power of the sky, it won't be long before they will attack them again!
unless…
Mo Heng can continuously exert power comparable to that of a saint, otherwise it would be difficult to resist the crystal skeleton at all!
Can…
Even beings in the semi-saint realm such as psychic mediums have difficulty exerting power comparable to the saint realm, let alone Mo Heng, a warrior in the realm of life and death?
This kind of heaven-defying method can be used once, which is the limit. There is no way to use it again!
"Walk!"
Mo Heng nodded, and immediately disappeared from the place, appearing in the space inside the ink gourd. At the same time, the psychic also kept escaping towards the end of the ice crystal space!
Along the way…
The medium has been terrified, fearing that the crystal skeleton will continue to kill him.
Fortunately, his worries followed the two of them to the ice crystal space. Where the other stone path was, the crystal bones did not appear, so of course they were gone!
"Finally escaped." The body appeared in the ink gourd. The psychic looked at Mo Heng, who was nestling on the top of the mountain with a calm expression, and glared, "Good boy, you have means that can rival the saint level, why didn't you do it earlier?"
How could you use it?" His tone was full of reproach. If Mo Heng had used it earlier, how could there be cracks in the black gourd?
at the moment…
If he wants to repair the cracks in the black gourd, it may take a hundred years!
"Do you think such a method can be used easily?" Mo Hengze rolled his eyes angrily, but in his heart, a storm was stirred up!
Although he thought before...
The power of the ancient Fu Zhao is extraordinary, but I never thought that by activating the power of Tianqiu, it could actually reach the level of saint power!
This way!
The trip to Immortal King Island has changed from impossible to possible!
"Okay, let's leave this ghost place first. I don't know when the crystal skeleton will come after me, and whether there will be other crises ahead. If we stay for a while longer, the crisis will get worse!"
Mo Heng and the psychic came to the ice crystal space again.
in front of them.
It is a dark and dark stone path!
"Let's go."
Mo Heng looked forward with deep eyes, and immediately started to walk over!
In the long and narrow corridor.
The medium and Mo Heng were extremely vigilant as they moved forward. They had no way out. There were crystal skeletons behind them. The only way to leave the burial ground of the Saints was here!
drop--
The sound of water drops falling sounded in vain from the depths of the stone path!
A moment of time…
Mo Heng and the psychic were both startled. Looking around, they discovered that there was a thick layer of frost at the top of the stone path ahead, and that was where the sound of water dripping came from.
Found no danger.
Mo Heng and the psychic looked at each other, their expressions full of bitterness.
In this unknown place.
No one will ever know what kind of crisis lies ahead!
"Why are there ice crystals here? Could it be that the bones of the saints are also buried in the front?" Mo Heng asked suspiciously.
The psychic shook his head helplessly, "Go and take a look, now we have no way out."
"Yes, there is no way out." Mo Heng nodded with a wry smile, and then he and the psychic walked slowly and vigilantly towards the ice crystal.
A short journey.
For Mo Heng and the two of them, it was like an abyss. Every time they took a step forward, their nerves became extremely tense and their expressions turned red.
Even Mo Heng…
I have already planned to go directly to the Monkey Wine tribe the moment I discover the danger, and let the psychic delay the time to activate the power of the sky again!
tread--
Finally we came to the ice crystal above our head.
However, to the surprise of Mo Heng and the psychic, among the ice crystals above their heads, there were no bones of any saints. Instead, there was a huge winged skeleton engraved with countless ancient patterns. The skeleton was only a hundred feet long.
Big or small, but for some reason, the moment he saw the wings, Mo Heng actually had the illusion of facing the vast and endless sky.
Like wings before my eyes...
It is the sky of the ancient world!
"Could these wings belong to the Guardian? Could it be that the so-called Baizu Qitian is also related to the Guardian?"
This suspicion arose subconsciously in my heart.
Mo Heng looked at the psychic and found that the latter's expression was also extremely shocked. Even in this shock, there was a bit of astonishment. That expression was like the huge wings in front of him, which should not appear here.
Same.
"Senior, do you know what kind of creature left these huge wings?" Mo Heng suddenly asked.
The psychic shook his head, "I don't know..." After saying that, he remembered something again and sighed, "I really don't know what kind of creature left these huge wings, but I know that this creature is the same as the one you and I live in.
It’s related to Gulan Tianfang!”
Quietly looking at the skeleton among the ice crystals.
The psychic's thoughts seemed to drift to the distant past at this moment, to the unbearable scenes of the past, and his whole expression became bitter and unwilling in an instant!
Buzz——
In the stone path, the void in front of them suddenly began to shake. Just as Mo Heng and the psychic stared at the feather-wing skeleton for a long time, suddenly, the void that was already stationary in front of them began to pass!
"Let's go!" Seeing this, the psychic medium's face instantly showed joy. Immediately, without any explanation, he directly introduced Mo Heng into the space inside the ink-colored gourd, then tore open the void and left from here!
Because time stands still.
The entire burial ground of saints was shrouded by an invisible force. With his half-saint method, it was impossible to open a void passage. But once time passed, it would be completely different! He tried his best, but still had a chance.
Hope, open a channel in the void, and escape from here.
Thinking back to the terrifying pressure of the crystal skeleton before...
The medium simply doesn't want to stay here for a breath!
Bah!
When the spiritual medium raised his hand, the void that began to drain in front of him was torn apart. At the same time, a dark void passage appeared in the stone path! At the same time, the figure of the spiritual medium disappeared from the stone path.
not see!
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The land of great swamps in the south.
Mo Heng and the psychic appeared in an endless valley.
In the valley.
There are countless barbarian tribes, and every tribe relies on the ferocious beasts in the mountains to survive. They devour the flesh and blood of the ferocious beasts and use the inner elixir of the ferocious beasts as a resource for cultivation...
Throughout the ages, it has continued in this way to this day.
Looking at the ferocious-looking barbarian warriors in the mountains at his feet, Mo Heng couldn't help but think of the scenes in Beilu Realm, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Boy? You want to kill them?"
The psychic noticed the coldness in Mo Heng's eyes and couldn't help but was stunned. After a while, he said: "You brat, don't cause me any more trouble. Do you still think we have suffered enough? We were in the burial ground of all saints before, because
You kid, I've already lost half of my life. If you massacre the entire barbarian tribe, I'm afraid I'll have to account for the rest of my life here!
"kindness?"
Mo Heng was puzzled, "What does the senior mean by what he said? Is it true that barbarian warriors cannot be massacred?"
"Of course massacre is possible! But you want to completely massacre the entire barbarian tribe! Even small tribes like the Monkey Wine Clan have dormant giants from the past, let alone large tribes like the Barbarians? What if you massacre the entire barbarian tribe?
, the peerless giants sleeping here will inevitably wake up from their slumber! By then, you and I will be completely wiped out from this world!"
"The peerless giant sleeping among the barbarians?" Mo Heng's heart moved slightly. In this case, there must be a peerless giant among the human race that can compete with the barbarians!
"Could it be that... when I was in the northwest of Shiwannan Mountain, plunged into eternal darkness, the strange sounds I heard were the predecessors of my human race who established the orthodoxy?"
Think of this.
Mo Heng's heart was even more shocked!
If the creatures in the eternal darkness were the ancestors of the human race, then... how did the warriors in the northwest land in front of them perish? It is impossible that they were massacred by the ancestors of the human race!
This also explains…
Why was it that before, in the eternal darkness, Mo Heng roared loudly, but still no living beings were seen taking action against him? Those terrifying beings are all the sleeping ancestors of the human race, how could they take action against their own children? "Back in the northwest back then,
What happened in this land? What exactly happened to Ming'er and the others?"
Countless doubts…
Emerging in Mo Heng's mind, he was suddenly filled with endless confusion about what happened in the northwest in the past.
It's a pity...
In today's world of time and space, there is no such thing as a journey to the northwest to open up wasteland in the Shiwannan Mountains, and the ancestor of Xutian is also dead. Even if he wants to ask something, the secrets of the past have been sealed in the dust.
In the long river of time, it is difficult to surface!
"Boy, let's go. Whatever I say this time will stop you from completely slaughtering the barbarian creatures! Of course, if you only kill millions of creatures, I may turn a blind eye.
"
Seeing Mo Heng's silence, the psychic suddenly said coldly.
"There's no need for that anymore."
Mo Heng shook his head. In his opinion, if the entire barbarian tribe cannot be massacred, then massacring millions of creatures will only spread the sadness and hatred!
"Senior, let's leave and go to Western Daze."
The trip to the ancient continent is not over yet. Although Mo Heng and others almost lost their lives at the burial ground of the saints before, he was not prepared to return to Shiwannan Mountain!