In the land of West Desert, there is a legend. The origin of this legend is unpredictable. In short, it uses the years as a force to gradually make all the tribes of West Desert firmly remembered, and it is recorded in the ancient books of their respective tribes. Passed on from generation to generation.
But time has passed too long, so long as many people have forgotten this legend. It's not that they didn't know it, but that they had forgotten...
According to legend, a long time ago, West Desert was not the land, but a sea. This sea had existed for 30,000 years before it disappeared, revealing the ground below. In those days, West Desert... Not called West Desert. , Her name is Xihai.
This sea is not the same color as Tianhehai. Her color is purple, which exterminates all life and isolates all spiritual energy, just like a forbidden zone of life.
With Tianhehai, separated from each other by an area, like each other deliberately not to merge together.
According to the legend, in the West Sea back then, it was not without the land. There was such an area, the only land, connected with the Southern Territory, and there... it is the current ink soil.
The topography of Motu is very high. Ordinary monks will not pay attention to this height. But in fact, the topography of Motu is the highest place in the entire West Desert and even the southern region, so high that even the West Desert has become the sea. The soil... still exists.
According to the legend, a long long time ago, before the West Sea that existed for 30,000 years, West Desert was also the land, with abundant resources and strong spiritual energy, but at that time, it rained for many years. , It is purple rain, this rain does not melt the earth, every drop it drops, it exists on the ground.
Gradually, it became a stream, a lake, and finally a sea.
This purple rain, falling on the body of life, can extinguish the fire of life, can isolate all spiritual energy, make all formations useless, make it difficult for monks to survive, and let the world fall into destruction.
Countless vegetation died, countless fierce beasts became bones, countless lives... came to an end. This is a catastrophe, a catastrophe that occurred in the West Desert, for all tribes and all lives!
This is the legend that exists in every tribe of the tribe.
At this moment, the great sacrifice of the Five Poison Ministry, his body was trembling, his face was pale, he slowly raised his hand, caught a drop of purple rain, staring blankly, he clearly sensed that the cultivation level in his body was here. Within the scope of a drop of rain, it seems to disappear.
His body trembled more and more, and there was fear in his eyes. He lowered his head and watched the rain falling on the ground. There were obviously blood on the ground and cracks in some places, but the rain... seemed to be floating out of thin air. Do not fall into it, do not melt with the blood.
The high priest's complexion was already pale, and his breathing was short.
"This... how is it possible..." He murmured, the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Five Poison Department, and some of them, suddenly seemed to think of something, their expressions changed drastically, and they all looked at Zi Yu.
At this moment, Zhao Youlan staggered, stepped back and stared at the rain blankly, she also thought about it.
At this moment, within the thorns, among the five tribes, the clan father of the Wubing tribe also stared at Zi Yu in a daze, and gradually his complexion changed drastically. This change surpassed the despair of the tribe's survival and surpassed everything.
"Ji..."
"The Great Tribulation of the West Desert..."
"In the legend, West Desert has become the West Sea again, which can destroy all life existence!" The high priest of the Five Poison Ministry, took a few steps back. At this moment, what war, what quota, all things of interest, all It doesn't matter.
He did not hesitate to launch teleportation to verify the authenticity of this purple rain. It could be used before the teleportation formation, but now... no matter how the formation is operated, the slightest teleportation power cannot be deployed, like being isolated and lost. Effect.
This scene turned into a roar, echoing the mind of the High Priest of the Five Poison Department.
"Migration, the tribe must move. The northern part of West Desert is the lowest-lying place. This is the first place to become the West Sea. If the tribe must move, it must move to the south, to... the Motu connected with the southern region!!!" Wudu The great sacrificial priest murmured. At this moment, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Some monks have noticed that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is gradually becoming thinner at an extremely fast speed. This scene immediately caused all the tribe members of the Five Poison Tribes, The complexion changed.
"Mo Tu... Mo Tu!!! I understand!!" The body of the great sacrifice of the Wudu Department was shocked, his eyes widened, and his breathing became even more rapid.
"I understand. Many years ago, the three super large groups with the ancestors of Spirit Slashing in West Desert, they united and invaded Motu, and they also supported many forces in Motu.
They even launched a war without hesitating to offend the Southern Territory, and even after the battlefield, their tribes, and many other tribes attached to them, moved to Motu!
At that time, we all thought that they wanted to encircle an area in Motu to facilitate contact with the Southern Region, and perhaps there were many other purposes.
But now, I understand! "The great priest of the Five Poison Department murmured, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
"These three super-most members, they must have known that the catastrophe is coming, so they occupy Motu, so at the moment, whoever wants to go to Motu must obtain their consent!!
Without a bloody sword, you can directly control the general situation of the West Desert, by doing so, you can control the life and death of the thousands of people in the West Desert! "The high priest of the Five Poison Department showed anxiety in his eyes.
"Motu is very small and can't accommodate all the West Desert tribes. If you can't enter... then the whole clan will undoubtedly die. The Five Poison Department is in the north, farther away from there..."
"All members of the Wudu Tribe obey orders, leave this place immediately, expand at the fastest speed, and return to the tribe at any cost!" The Wudu Tribe's great sacrifice fiercely said. This moment is a juncture that counts against every second, the war against the remnant of the Black God. It was insignificant immediately, even he regretted at this moment, why did he initiate this battle!
His voice reverberated into the ears of all the tribe members of the Five Poison Tribe, and everyone was stunned. However, the elders who had guessed before became pale immediately, flew up in an instant, and issued orders together.
Soon, the entire Five Poison Tribe gradually stopped attacking. More than 20,000 people and tens of thousands of strange monsters, all roaring, went straight to the distance. Zhao Youlan was in the crowd and looked back at the Wushen tribe behind him. The thorns were protected, and a sharp light appeared in the phoenix eyes.
"The revenge of the broken arm, I will pay it back ten times!" Zhao Youlan took a deep breath, turned and shook, and followed the Five Poison Tribe, quickly leaving.
Until the five poison tribe left, the thorns gradually dissipated, and Meng Hao stood up cross-legged and looked at the horizon. Behind him, there are more than 2,000 people remaining in the tribe at this moment, and the cheers of the rest of their lives spread out.
But this cheer couldn't dissipate the gloom in Meng Hao's heart. The Wubing clan father beside him showed bitterness on his face.
"Is it true?" Meng Hao slowly said.
"The Ministry of Five Poisons left so anxiously, the legendary catastrophe should have really come, the formation is invalid, the aura of heaven and earth is extinct, all lives are destroyed... the only vitality...
It is to migrate, to the south, all the way south, to Motu. "The clan father of the Wubing Ministry said in a low voice.
"Mo Tu..." Meng Hao's body shook suddenly. Like the High Priest of the Five Poison Department, Meng Hao also thought of the war that Mo Tu participated in in the West Desert, and thought of some West Desert tribes he saw before he left. The scene of the Ju clan stepping into the ink soil.
"It turns out that it's for this reason!" Meng Hao took a deep breath. He understood that when he was in Motu, he was puzzled.
Why is there the Battle of Motu, why is the West Desert fully involved, and why, the Southern Territory allows this to happen, allowing West Desert to occupy the Motu, because the world is under great tribulation, and if the Southern Territory blocks it, it is equal to it. Forcing West Desert to go to war with all its strength, Southern Territory hopes to see such a situation more than this.
Meng Hao looked up and looked at the growing Ziyu, his eyes showed a strange light.
"Isolate the spiritual energy of the heaven and the earth, destroy all life, and the earth becomes the sea... But this is not the case for me. Since my fire attribute totem can be formed by Dandong without extinguishing fire, then... it means that everything in the world, within the five elements, is all. I can feel the opportunity.
So what kind of water can be compared to the sea, and what kind of sea can be compared to what is called the Western Desert Catastrophe! "
"And to isolate the heaven and earth aura... In addition to the best spiritual stone I can absorb, I have not absorbed the heaven and earth aura for many, many years, so I have to swallow the pill, so I also cultivated me. Every time I shoot, the aura in the body must be strictly controlled. My habit also indirectly made me have to be good at alchemy, and even lean towards Slong.
Because Sloan will make me stronger without consuming too much spiritual power! "
"The only thing I have to worry about is the extinction vitality in this rainwater... But in any case, I can say that this is the land of Western Desert, the only one, in this Western Desert Catastrophe, the most suitable person to survive!" Meng Hao's eyes For a moment, Meng Hao fell silent when he looked back at the cheering five tribesmen behind him who didn't know about the catastrophe, and those happy children.
"Golden Crow, I have obtained your inheritance, and your tribe also honors me as the saint ancestor and is connected with my totem. This is you... Do you want me to give them shelter..." Meng Hao was silent and closed Eye.
At this moment, in the northern region of West Desert, purple rain fell on all the earth and all the sky. The sky was no longer clear, but became dim. Such dimness will last for a long, long time...
On the earth, in this continuous rain, there are more and more puddles...
Not only the north of West Desert, but also the east, west, and south at this moment. Purple rain started at this moment. In this rain, there were exclamations from tribe after tribe, which shocked the mind. .
The disaster of the West Desert came to the West Desert.