The three human statues rumbled and moved, like gods, towering like mountains, moving the tide with their hands, disturbing the ocean that the sea map turned into, and the huge sound shook the sky and the sea. They pulled the huge waves, one after another, surging continuously, hitting the blue mist in the sea map. They moved the islands, big and small, like stars, crossing the sea and hitting the blue mist.
Infused with the spiritual power of countless people, the three statues seemed to turn the sea map into a vast ocean battlefield, pulling the power of the ocean to attack the Qingluan ancient ruins.
The great riot was magnificent and shocking.
The battlefield above spread to the sea below. The vast sea overturned, huge waves surged, countless ships were swallowed up, and a large number of warriors were swept into the bottom of the sea.
Qin Ming was shocked. This was not a sea map, but rather some kind of mysterious formation. This could not be a plan set up by the three of them, but seemed to be the result of the concerted efforts of countless people!
Qin Ming suddenly had a suspicion that this was the revenge of the group of people who were trapped in Qingluan Ancient Ruins a thousand years ago, a revenge that spanned a thousand years. Thousands of years ago, the Qingluan ancient ruins disappeared. They had no way to escape and no way to survive. They poured all their efforts and resentment into this residual picture in the hope of revenge later.
In the east, the Qingluan Ancient Ruins finally appeared. It was so big that it was like an archipelago, crowding the field of vision and stretching for hundreds of miles. It was shocking. The Qingluan ancient ruins were shrouded in a billowing blue mist, rolling and surging, as vast as the sea. The shadow of the huge Qingluan beast could be vaguely seen inside, and a terrifying power spread across the sky and the sea. Countless people were terrified and dared not look directly at it. .
The battlefield in Haitu became more and more intense, and the green mist around Qingluan Ancient Ruins was affected and became weaker and weaker, as if it was being consumed crazily by some kind of power.
People looked at the battlefield on the high-altitude sea map, and then looked at the Qingluan Ancient Ruins in the East. Their expressions were extremely strange, as if they were the angry battles, catharsis, and revenge of the dead souls from thousands of years ago across time and space.
However, after all, the sea map has existed for thousands of years, and the soul power and energy inside it have been severely consumed. Even if tens of thousands of people pour in their spiritual power, it is not enough to recreate the original fierce power, and the Qingluan Ancient Ruins will not be so easy. will be destroyed. Suddenly, the green luan beast shadow in the depths of the blue mist roared, its wings vibrated, shaking the world, and a huge energy erupted from the inside. The green mist became thick again, surging like the sea.
The three portraits suddenly stopped moving, gradually faded, and disappeared without a trace. Their sighs, ethereal and hollow, echoed in everyone's ears like reality or illusion. A revenge that spans thousands of years, weak... powerless... is ultimately an empty dream.
The sea map collapsed, lost its brilliance, and lost the wonders of the vast sea. It fell in pieces from the sky. The fragments of the map were dim, dull, yellow and old.
The sea map is no longer there, but the Qingluan Ancient Ruins actually appear before our eyes, floating so quietly in the distance. There is no huge momentum, and there are no weird changes, but it brings a terrifying sense of oppression to everyone.
Tens of thousands of people and countless spirit monsters were all staring at the archipelago-like Qingluan ruins. No one moved forward, and it was surprisingly quiet.
All the holy warriors remained rational and did not act rashly. They long for the spiritual treasures in Qingluan Ancient Ruins, but they cherish their own lives even more. The tragedy that happened thousands of years ago is still widely circulated. No one who went in came out. Looking at the three statues' revenge spanning a thousand years and their crazy obsession, one can imagine their despair at that time. Even the leader of the Underworld Sect is trapped inside. What will happen if we go in
It is not easy for them to advance to the Holy Realm. Everyone wants to make further progress, but they never want to die easily.
However, while the holy warriors were thinking silently, people below the holy warriors began to make moves. For all warriors, becoming a holy warrior is a lifelong pursuit, like a raging flame, burning all the time. Being promoted to the Martial Saint is not only the pursuit of martial arts, but also represents the supreme status and countless treasures. However, this step is extremely difficult. It requires a great opportunity, and the size of the opportunity directly determines the future achievements after becoming a Martial Saint.
After half an hour of silence, someone finally plucked up the courage to take a boat and get closer to the Qingluan ruins. Some people take the lead, and others follow. More and more people take action, and more people make up their minds.
When the first group of people disappeared into the mist, there was no accident, at least no screams were heard. The people behind gathered their courage and rushed towards the Qingluan Ancient Ruins one after another. In the end, thousands of boats raced across the sea at full speed, breaking into the fog in all directions.
Qin ordered them to take a boat to approach the Qingluan Ancient Ruins. They swept through the blue mist in the air and found nothing unusual, so they broke in with confidence.
In the distance, the Hai Clan team noticed that Qin Ming and the others had entered, and they also took action one after another and broke into the Qingluan Ancient Ruins.
"Everyone, be careful and be aware of your surroundings."
"Try to hold your breath and don't inhale the blue mist."
"Everyone defends one direction and beware of sneak attacks from the Sea Tribe."
"When attacked, fight back immediately and show no mercy."
Qin Ming and the others reminded each other, especially to be wary of the Hai Clan.
Now that we have entered the Qingluan Ancient Ruins, no one will be restrained anymore. There will be grievances and vengeance, regardless of conspiracy or conspiracy, whoever leaves alive is the winner.
The blue mist is thick, and the visibility is barely half a meter. Not only is the field of vision restricted, but even the consciousness cannot be expanded, as if it is trapped in some kind of quagmire, and the surroundings are very quiet. The further you go inside, the quieter it becomes. You can even hear the sound of the waves. Not here.
"Something's wrong here..." Qin Ming was about to turn around, and was shocked to find that the white tiger beside him was gone, and Yue Qing who was following closely behind him was also missing: "Who's still there! Call me back!"
The hull floated forward quietly, but there seemed to be no one on board, and there was no movement at all.
The hull suddenly cracked, as if it hit a rock, or was violently attacked by something. It shook violently and rapidly, and it fell apart in an instant. Qin Ming spread his wings and soared into the sky, alert to his surroundings. What surprised him was that although the hull cracked, the sound was not loud, as if the thick green fog could absorb even the sound. Tong Xin, Tong Yan, and the others were all gone. They didn't hear any movement, and didn't see any people.
Qin Ming activated the thunder wave and tried to attract the attention of others, but the thunder wave weakened quickly after breaking into Qingwu, and disappeared completely within five meters.
"Xiao Zu! Help me check where the others are." Qin Ming took the little turtle out of his collar and put it on his shoulder.
The little turtle shook his head and poked his head out, looking at the surrounding fog with a blank look on his face. He couldn't detect anything, not even the familiar aura of the white tiger.
Qin Ming floated in mid-air for a while, turning around, hoping to meet a few people, but he was disappointed. He turned around again and again within a hundred meters, and didn't even meet anyone, which made him even more wary. Yes, I even lost my sense of direction, as if I was stuck in an abyss of thick fog, and my field of vision was completely filled with blue mist.
"Go forward!" Xiaozu reminded Qin Ming. Even though he was so close, the sound was still as subtle as a mosquito when it penetrated Qin Ming's ears.
Xiao Zu is also interested in the Qingluan Ancient Ruins. There is a 'Demon Lord' buried here. I don't know how it is different from the 'Demon Lord' of that era ten thousand years ago, but since he dares to call him 'Sun', it will never be simple. .
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