Vol 3 Chapter 707: Force suppression (1/2)
”Death Canyon?”
This is the first time Ziyan has heard such a word.
”Yes, a place that only divides life and death.”
Wan He said: ”Only when you get to that place, you know that everything in the world is only life and death.”
Wan He looked at Zi Yan and said: ”Your strength is good, but that place is not everyone can go to the battlefield. In this, the simplest division is the realm.”
”The soul of the earth is qualified to enter the battlefield to participate in the war! But that is only the lowest soldier, will die at any time.”
Zi Yan asked: ”The enemy is the soul-eater?”
”Yes.”
”How long has the battle lasted?”
”a long time.”
”How can I end?”
Wan He thought about it and said: ”There has always been a legend, when the death canyon is filled with bones, that is, when the two races are completely over.”
Although Zi Yan has never seen the Death Valley, he can also think of the fierce struggle that took place through Wan and his simple description.
The land of the earth can participate in the war, he obviously does not have that qualification.
Wan He said: ”When I get to the city, I will try to find a job that is not dangerous for you, such as being a cook.”
An uncontested, uncontested soul, to the Death Valley, turned out to be such a treatment.
Purple does not know whether to cry, or to laugh.
If under normal circumstances, the blue solitary dream is definitely to laugh at the purple pipa, but this time there is no.
Because the situation under the eyes of Zi Yan seems to be a king with supreme power, and the trick becomes an ordinary person.
No one can afford this change.
Hawthorn is even more sad for the purple scorpion. She feels that the fate is too unfair. At the time of Kata, the sable has suffered many hardships. It is also a crisis here, and today’s achievements, but why The last section of the road turned out to be like this.
”Cooking? It's not bad, I am very good at this skill.”
The purple eyes smiled slightly, but it seemed very cheerful, and did not give birth to the feeling of tiger falling Pingyang.
Moving on, it is still speeding up.
The more you go back, the fewer cities you encounter, and the size of the city is getting smaller and smaller, but the number of strong people is quite large.
At the end of the day, Zi Yan almost could not see the existence of the soul. In the words of Wan He, nearly 60% of the strong people in the Hunting Souls gathered in the north.
On the road ahead, Wan He still rode the horse. During a chat, Zi Yan learned that the horse had been with Wanhe for a long time, and he did not buy it from the roadside casually.
On this day, Wan He looked at the front and said: ”Look what is the difference?”
The purple cicada looks forward, and there is a Gobi desert in front. It is no different from this place.
He looked up at the sky, the color of the sky was different, showing a faint red color.
The clouds that converge in the sky are even more bloody.
”That is called a blood cloud. It is said to be made up of blood that is not scattered.”
Wan He said: ”Seeing the blood cloud means that we have come to the area of the Death Valley.”
Wanhe riding in the forefront.
He entered the **** sky, and the horse's body trembled as if it had suffered a great weight.
The purple scorpion followed, and the body swayed with it. It appeared to be planted. A powerful force gathered from all around, as if to press his body and fall to the ground.
At the same time, it seems that there are also a lot of small forces that have entered his body, which has blocked his whole body.
Huge pressures are constantly coming in, like a wave, which makes the body of the purple scorpion pressed down a little, and finally squats to the ground and gasps.
”How are you?”
Hawthorn’s concern was just that the tone was not normal.
Zi Yan shook her head, then looked at the mountain, and found that her face was very pale, it seems to be uncomfortable, but still standing there, there is no purple sorrow.
On the other side, so is the blue dream.