Fantasy Mountains.
Deep in the void, the filthy spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged and gathered like crazy, like the Milky Way outside the territory pouring down, one by one.
Bursts of earth-shaking energy fluctuations shook in all directions of the mountains. In some areas, heavy snow fell, and rocky areas and mountains and rivers were frozen by ice. In some places, flames were raging, and even mountains and rivers were raging and burning.
In some skies, thunder and lightning condensed into giant dragons, swimming high in the sky, bursting with lightning and causing terrifying thunder.
A small mountain and river, shining with golden light, seems to have been transformed by a psychic treasure, suppressing it everywhere.
There were even howls as shrill as ghosts, resounding in every corner of the mountains. Chasms were torn apart in the gray earth, and clear streams were dyed red with blood.
A gap in space.
Basto of the Evil Nether Tribe waved the Nether Soul Sword, and the blade's light transformed into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. There were hundreds of millions of evil souls crawling in the sea of blood, screaming crazily.
The bright green sword light is as long as a river of light. Wherever it passes, the mountains collapse and the ground cracks, and cracks are everywhere in the space.
Palace Master Zhao Luofeng and Elder Ling Dong worked together to resist the approaching sword light with the help of tens of thousands of ice crystal cold swords and the brilliant golden mountain that was made of gold.
Around the two of them, the spiritual barrier that Tiangong had created earlier, and the hundreds of rocks that combined the barrier, exploded into pieces.
The other side.
Qi Bailu of Qi Zong and Wu Langxie, who is a guest minister, worked together to attack Oden who came from the fourth demon realm.
Oden, who was covered in thick magic armor and riding a huge black war horse, had a ferocious look on his face, and only one of his eyes seemed to be burning with black magic fire.
The spear he held in his hand was as dark as eternal night. Every time he tapped the spear, the tip of the spear seemed to penetrate the demonic realm, and endless surging demonic energy suddenly exploded.
Qi Bailu, who was in the middle stage of the spiritual realm, summoned the Yan Luo Mirror to absorb the blazing flame energy of many flame secret realms, but he could only barely block it.
Ice Pavilion garrison.
Qian Qiong stepped back three thousand meters and watched as the two spiritual realm experts from his sect created an extremely cold realm, freezing everything.
But in the extremely cold world, there are two seventh-level bloodline users of the You clan, who stir up the corrosive poison in the filthy spiritual energy, mix it with the bloodline secret method, and form colorful miasma clouds all over the sky.
Clusters of bright clouds, all containing the poison that corrodes the heaven and earth, gradually spread.
From the Ice Pavilion, the two spiritual realm experts worked together to create the extreme ice realm, which seemed to be an icy realm that was being gradually eroded by another poisonous realm.
Extremely cold spiritual power and vicious bloodline power are constantly impacting this world.
The frozen earth and thick rock ice are slowly cracking.
Deep in the cracked earth, filthy blood seemed to flow, and poisonous smoke steamed out.
Standing in the distance, Qian Qiong saw the abnormal conditions tearing apart the earth, and knew that the icy world created by the two spiritual realm members of their sect was overwhelmed and was about to shatter.
All parties in the Baizhan Domain are guarding another gap in space.
Dong Wangling, an old monster in the middle stage of Dong Jialing Realm, stood on top of a red giant ape and was also fighting a bloody battle with an evil spirit with seventh-level bloodline.
That giant red ape is the beast soul of Prince Dong’s mausoleum. He is as tall as the skeleton blood demon and is majestic.
But at this moment, there are many evil spirits hanging on that giant ape.
Those evil spirits, controlled by the evil spirits of the seventh-level bloodline with the prismatic crystals between the eyebrows, are biting the soul of the giant ape like ants gnawing at an elephant.
Dong Wangling looked at the beast soul, which was consuming its strength bit by bit. His face was dark, and he was a little reluctant for a while.
Not far away, three early-stage spiritual realm members from the Danlou, Cao and Gu families were also fighting hard against the seventh-level You tribe and demons, and their situation was equally worrying.
Similar battles took place in various areas of the Huankong Mountains. The Tianyan Sect, Leishan, Ghost Mansion, Yin Sect, and Yang Sect were all at a disadvantage when facing the alien races with seventh-level bloodlines.
The old monster from Tiangong who has reached the late spiritual realm is currently in the most critical stage of impacting the realm.
Even if the Land of Fallen Stars was turned upside down, he would not be able to escape and come to help in the battle.
Xia Yi of the Flame Temple is also impacting the late stage of the spiritual realm, and he has already said that he will never leave before he enters the late stage of the spiritual realm.
As a result, the combat power of the human spiritual realm members in the Fantasy Mountains could not keep up with the pace of the alien races.
They fought and retreated, gradually moving away from the six open space gaps. The six space gaps sometimes expanded, sometimes contracted, and sometimes stabilized.
Whenever a space gap stabilizes, a new alien race will come out of it.
Most of the newly entered foreign races have bloodlines at the fourth, fifth, and sixth levels. After they arrived, they were not in a hurry. They leisurely watched the strong men in the clan and the battle with the human spirit realm, as if they were waiting silently.
They are waiting for the strong ones in the clan to win, either to kill the human spirit realm, or to force those human spirit realms to withdraw from the Fantasy Sky Mountains.
The grim situation in the Huankong Mountains and the strength of the alien race have made people in the entire Split Sky Territory panic.
In the ruins, abandoned places, and the ruined city, many Qi refiners who came to see the strength of the alien race mostly fled out of fear.
Especially the undisciplined casual cultivators, when they knew that the spiritual realm experts from various sects could not protect the Huankong Mountains, they were the first to escape.
Qian Qiong, Dong Tengfei and others, seeing that the battle situation was not going well, quietly issued orders.
Xuanzang, Dong Baijie, Dong Li, Ye Qin and other juniors in the Xiantian realm who stayed in the City of Destruction were all asked to return to the sect as soon as possible and open the formation to protect the sect and family, making it impossible for them to retreat.
Those large clans and families had known that the Land of the Fallen Star would not be peaceful forever. Over the past thousands of years, they had used their savings to build various unbreakable formations.
Almost all of those strange formations have the power to resist seventh-level bloodline aliens. Even the worst, they can survive for a while.
Qian Qiong and others wanted the core seeds of their sect to be hidden within the sect's formation.
Under their instruction, Xuan Ke, Ye Qin, Qin Yan and other juniors in the Xiantian realm all evacuated.
Even Dong Li was forcibly taken away by Dong Baijie.
Soon, the city of destruction was deserted, and there were almost no Qi Refiners on the streets.
Blood Skull Headquarters.
Cai Lan stood on the tall tower and looked around, his face gloomy.
Shi Qing next to him sighed and said helplessly: "Those who are capable of fighting have all gone to the Fantasy Mountains. Those who are not strong enough have returned to their respective sects and families. As for the casual cultivators... they escape faster. In the current city of destruction, except for us, There aren’t many Blood Skeleton members left.”
Cai Lan's heart was full of despair and powerlessness, "Our formation to protect the City of Destruction is nothing compared to those large sects and families with deep foundations. Not to mention the aliens with seventh-level bloodline, even those with sixth-level bloodline, come here Several of them can easily break through and step in."
"And we have never been recognized by all parties. Even if we abandon the City of Destruction and go to other realms, we should... we will not be included in the protection of the formations of those big clans and families."
Shi Qing smiled bitterly and nodded.
He knew very well that large sects such as Tiangong, Yanshen Temple, and Dong Family had countless dependents under their command. Seeing the strength of foreign races, their sects and families would only serve their own people and those who had worshiped them for thousands of years. power, providing protection.
Blood Skeleton is obviously not included in this list.
Without the protection of the ancient formations that each sect and family spent thousands of years building, even if they left Destruction City and went to other realms, they would probably be dead once they encountered the influx of alien races.
In this severe situation, Cai Lan had no idea where the Blood Skeleton should go.
"I don't know where Nie Tian has gone." Shi Qing sighed again, "If he is in the city with the skeletal blood demon, he can at least hold on for a while. If not, we will leave the cracked airspace with him. Go to their Litian Territory, as long as the skeleton blood demon is there, even without the ancient formation, the safety will be greatly improved."
"No one knows where he is." Cai Lan was helpless. "Perhaps he saw that the opportunity was not good and left first. He has the skeleton blood demon with him and is acting alone. As long as he does not encounter too powerful seventh-level bloodline aliens, , he should have the ability to protect himself no matter where he is."
"Boss, the Huankong Mountains really can't bear it. Should we... leave or not?" Shi Qing whispered.
"We have no choice but to leave." Cai Lan looked at the deserted city with red eyes: "This city is my life's work. It's a pity that I can't defend it after all!"
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"Let's go. We don't need you here for the time being." Qian Qiong looked at the world of Bingfeng, which was gradually covered by poisonous miasma. He suddenly rushed to Chang Sen, Li Jing and others behind him and said, "The Huankong Mountains can't be defended anymore. I think it won’t be long before those in the spiritual realm will choose to leave.”
Li Jing looked into the distance, with the poisonous mist billowing endlessly in her sight, and said feebly: "Even if we return to the Litian Territory, the formation we have built with our heritage may not be able to stop the impact of the seventh-level bloodline people. "
"We, Ice Pavilion, can't provide you with protection. There are too many people who need to be admitted in our ancient formation." Qian Qiong also looked helpless, "Even we need to give up many people. Big Most mortals will probably die due to the influx of alien races.”
After a pause, he said again: "I only have one suggestion for you. After returning to Litian Territory, go to the small secret realms where you tried before. Those secret realms may not have enough spiritual energy from heaven and earth, but your survival inside... shouldn't be a problem. After entering , cut off the connection with the outside world, and after a few decades or a hundred years, rebuild the teleportation array that communicates with Litian Territory to see the changes outside."
As soon as these words came out, those in the various sects and profound realms of Litian Territory fell silent.
In a secret realm like Qinghuan World, even high-level spiritual beasts cannot be produced. After entering, they may only be able to practice with the help of spiritual stones.
And spiritual stones are not endless and will eventually be exhausted.
When all the spiritual stones are used up, not only will it be impossible for them to improve their realm, they may even regress.
This is unacceptable to them.
"Let's go, let's all go. We, those in the Mortal Realm and Mysterious Realm in the Ice Pavilion, will also escape from the Split Sky Realm as soon as possible and go to the sect's formation to survive." Qian Qiong waved his hand, looking lonely, as if he had suddenly grown old. A big chunk.