Baili Shu put away the half of the spirit tablet, held the longbow and walked straight to the direction where the horned dragon left, without stopping any longer.
A spirit card, a few words.
That's all there is to a Jiuxuan disciple.
Human life is often as small as sand and stone in front of some huge things. History, fate... In the face of these rolling things, even huge and terrifying wild beasts will inevitably be crushed into bones in the end, let alone human beings
This is what the bee and moth are talking about.
But even something as small as a bee moth can explode with unimaginable power for something. "Bees and moths are so weak, how strong is their strength?" The secular poet who traced back to ancient times wrote such words, praising Kongjia's achievements in leading the human race to overthrow the rule of wild beasts.
But now, Baili Shu was walking in the burial place of desolate beasts with a longbow. Under those huge beast bones, his figure was thin and thin, looking as small as a bee moth trying to challenge the sun.
But he walked straight forward without stopping, and gradually disappeared into the vast dark land.
The long wind blows from afar, and the wing bones of the fog-prey spread towards the sky, like the spears of the dying.
Soon after Baili Shu's figure disappeared, under the dark red sunlight, a small space vortex suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the midair of the black rocky clearing. A moment later, several figures stepped out of the vortex.
Then…
One by one they fell from mid-air.
"Fuck you!" Liao Qian fell heavily on the ground, his back bumped into a bulge of the rock, and his whole face twisted in pain, "You guys from the Royal Beast Sect, what a fucking pit! Where is the person? The passage opening of your house is in mid-air?!"
Qiu Qianhe also fell heavily.
In fact, he would not have fallen so hard at first, but when he fell, he was face down, and he was about to hit a sharp small stone, so he turned abruptly in mid-air, and ended up being hit hard. On some unknown thing, the pain caused the always unpredictable face to almost contort.
Hearing Liao Gan's scolding, Qiu Qianhe replied unceremoniously: "Who knows that Yukong is imprisoned here? Do you know or your uncle knows?"
—The opening of the space channel does not have to be on the ground.
Qiu Qianhe and others actually knew this, but as immortal cultivators, they all had the short-term ability to walk in the air, so everyone directly stepped out of the space passage without paying attention.
As a result, the moment he just stepped out of the passage, there was nothing under his feet, and when the habitual circulation of true energy wanted to slowly fall from the sky, a terrifying breath suddenly descended on everyone, and the circulation of true energy was interrupted in an instant .
Before they could even show their expressions of astonishment, they fell down from mid-air one by one, just like dumpling.
This is truly a "once-in-a-lifetime" scene—
One day, the disciples of the Emperor Beast Sect and the disciples of the Nine Profound Sect would "harmoniously" fall into one ball without fighting and both sides would be hurt. And it lasted for a short time. The people from the Beastmaster Sect walked in the front, so they were the first to fall. The moment he stepped on the air and fell, the person who reacted faster reacted a little in mid-air, so when he hit the ground, he rolled away a little. Those who didn't get out became the meat pads of the Jiuxuanmen who fell from behind.
But not all people in Jiuxuanmen are so lucky to have a backer.
The few core disciples who reacted the fastest changed their direction in mid-air and tried to stabilize themselves, but instead fell firmly on the hard rock.
I don't know what's weird here, not only can't walk in the air, but also the rocks on the ground are extremely hard, and they, the immortal cultivators, fell on it. Since they fell on it like ordinary people, they were all so painful that they couldn't get up for a long time.
Even Chu Zhiyuan, who always had a straight face on weekdays, showed a crack in his expression.
"Fuck you, uncle..."
When Qin Jiu was walking in the aisle, he did not forget to carry his flagon in his hand. When he fell, he was afraid that the flagon would fall, so he clutched it tightly, and ended up with his face on the ground, eating a mouthful of broken pieces. stone. "Bah bah" spit out the stone in his mouth a few times, Qin Jiu couldn't help but swear.
"Get out of here, Lao Tzu!"
Several disciples of the Beast Sect who had fallen hard were hit by the disciples of Jiuxuanmen who fell from behind. Their facial features were almost distorted. This group of turtle grandsons actually still had the face to complain, and after recovering, they couldn't help but yell.
—Damn it, the bastards from the Central Plains of Jiuxuanmen usually look as skinny as women, why are they so heavy? !
"What the hell is this place..."
Liao Gan grinned and sat up on the ground. He just wanted to mix in the Jiuxuanmen and scold the people of the Beast Master Sect, but when he raised his head, he was dumbfounded and looked at the scene in front of him in a daze. As if strangling his throat, he suddenly became hoarse and dropped several degrees.
Not just him.
The Jiuxuanmen disciples and Beastmaster disciples who got up and scolded each other shut their mouths one after another. All the people who got up from the ground subconsciously didn't speak again after seeing the environment they were in. Ye Qiusheng, the fake scholar who likes nonsense the most, fell silent at this time.
The whistling wind blows from afar, rolling the broken black sand and stones on the ground.
When everyone got up, the surroundings fell into a silence, only the sound of the wind, and the long, shrill whistling sound like the wind blowing through the winter woods.
There was indeed a huge and impressive forest in front of them, but it was not trees.
— Those are countless hideous and terrifying bones.
What bruised them were countless sharp and strange dark black boulders with edges and corners like knives, and buried in the boulders were countless animal bones that were beyond anyone's imagination. A skull is like a pale mountain, the deep and hollow eye sockets are a tunnel of unknown depth, a single rib is an arch bridge of tens of feet, and the spine of an unknown beast lies on the ground in the distance, like an iceberg Ridges that stretch like knives.
The bones paled against the thick, dark boulders.
Changfeng wandered in the forest of bones, making a shrill and sharp cry, like the cry of the earth.
A round of flirtatious blood-red sun that gives people an extremely oppressive and ominous feeling falls on the western horizon, reflecting the sky into a dull red. The moment they saw that sun, no matter who they were, they would feel that it was a dead sun, and the remaining red light was the blood of the Golden Crow who died with the sun.
For a long time, no one spoke.
Facing the huge skeletons like a city, the jagged black rocks, the majestic long wind blowing across the earth, the dying day that is about to fall... They are like breaking into a wild ruins buried by tens of thousands of years of history. .
"What are those things?"
After a long time, someone finally spoke, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
"Desolate beast." Ye Qiusheng, who was staring at the white bones, answered. He turned his head to look at Jun Wanbai and Li Xin, and saw the same astonished look on their faces. "Many are as big as cities, and old people dare not fight against them... This is the skeleton of a desolate beast."
What Ye Qiusheng read was the record about the wild era in "Bamboo Books": "There are beasts in the wild, which are huge in shape, covering the sky and covering the sun, and many of them are as big as cities, so people dare not fight against them." This is why in the barbaric era, the rulers of the Twelve Dynasties land will be wild beasts.
In the ancient times tens of thousands of years ago, in the face of wild beasts that were as huge as cities, people's strongest cities were as fragile as paper, vulnerable to a single blow.
But it wasn't this that Ye Qiusheng was astonished. Apart from the Ten Thousand Immortals Era, there was an Era every 30,000 years, and three Eras had passed. These ancient histories had already become legends on paper, and there were very few related real records.
However, Ye Qiusheng, Jun Wanbai and Li Xin had seen a scene that somewhat overlapped with the scene in front of them not long ago!
——The ancient sculpture inscribed on the bronze wall of Yanmen underground.
The battle of Difen!
The bones of ancient wild beasts are everywhere, and the dead sun hangs in the west... Could it be that this is the ancient battlefield where Kong Jia led the human race to set off the end of the barbaric era
However, why is the Qingming Pagoda, which serves as a guide for flying boats, connected to the ancient battlefield at the turn of the era
Jun Wanbai was almost dizzy from the huge questions that were thrown down one after another these days. The wind blew on her face. She calmed down, clenched her swords tightly, and slowly looked around, looking for Bailishu's figure.
Looking around, there was a vast expanse of emptiness, and there were only countless skeletons on the deep black ground, and there was no such thin figure.
"Fuck! What are you guys doing?" Suddenly, a Jiuxuanmen disciple shouted in astonishment.
Everyone looked around, only to see that all the disciples of the Beast Control Sect headed by Qiu Qianhe knelt down in front of those ferocious and terrifying wild beast bones.
Even the expression of Qiu Qianhe, who was always acting as if he didn't know what kind of vicious intentions he had, changed.
Become extremely devout, extremely respectful.
With indescribable solemnity.
It wasn't until this time that everyone belatedly remembered that this feminine guy who looked like a woman was wearing a sacrificial robe from the fiery red Wild Spirit Dynasty.
Under the eyes of others, the disciples of the Beast Master Sect, including Qiu Qianhe, kowtowed heavily to the skeleton of the desolate beast in front of them.
The author has something to say: a group of disciples of the immortal sect who are repeatedly jumping between the elites of cultivating immortals and the young people
Hmm... **Youth is more joyful
Jiuxuanmen/Beastmaster: Committing two crimes together is almost equal to no one committing two crimes. There is still a tacit understanding as a deadly enemy for many years
Little brother Baili is really responsible for the face and style of the world of cultivating immortals