Chapter 4359： Human greed (1/2)

The coldness was pervasive, and the wailing sound came from around.

Several figures flickered, as if they were escaping from something.

Soon, one of these figures seemed to be seriously injured. After a pause, the next moment I saw countless pairs of terrifyingly pale hands appearing in the void. In the blink of an eye, he was completely torn apart.

The countless blood and minced meat were grabbed back by those hands in the shadow of the void before they landed, like a hungry ghost who has been hungry for thousands of years and finally saw a beautiful delicacy, devouring them like crazy.

”Junior Brother!”

Seeing that figure was torn to pieces and swallowed, one of the figures in front wailed.

But he didn't dare to stay at all, he didn't even dare to look back, and continued forward with the other people without looking back.

These people are just the elders of the Xingyue Sect, the head of the person is covered with blood, his face is full of scum, and his eyes are bloodshot.

”Uncle Master, it has been several days since I separated from Shengjun. If this continues, we will all die here.”

Xingyue teaches you to be a great teacher, and these people are naturally not weak as elders, but in just a few days, they are driven into embarrassment.

It was one of the elders who died just now, who had cultivated for ten thousand years before stepping into the realm of the Holy Emperor, but in front of those things, there was no way to fight back.

”Get to the fairy palace as soon as possible, only there is a safe place.”

The head of the person has a childlike face, but he does not have the grace of the fairy wind and bones of the past. Instead, he is covered with blood, and even his left arm is torn off from the shoulder, as if torn off by a person, blood and blood.

This is a supreme holy emperor of the seven realms of reincarnation. How noble is on weekdays. There are countless disciples and grandchildren. They enjoy the best cultivation resources. In the Xingyue Sect, they are one of the ancestors who have independent heaven and blessings.

It's just the way it is now, but it's embarrassing.

From the moment they stepped into this illusory Yuelan City, they have blazed a **** path all the way, bearing the entanglement of those ghosts all the time.

In the beginning, a few people didn't take it seriously. Although those ghosts were difficult to deal with, they could be smashed and crushed by a single palm.

But gradually, the faces of a few people are not so relaxed.

In less than a day, those ghosts will not disappear at all, even if they are shattered into ashes, they will reappear very quickly, and all the time, even if it is a few people's breath, they may appear from the shadows, crazy to tear Shatter their bodies.

”Uncle Master, at the current rate, we died in the hands of these **** ghosts before we arrived at the fairy palace.”

”Yeah, these things can't be killed at all. Even if they are broken, they will reappear soon. And the closer to the fairy palace, the stronger the power of these things. Even now, if you want to kill one, let We consume a lot.”

The group of people were helpless and desperate. In less than two days, several of them died, and almost all the disciples they brought were dead.

If you enter the fairy palace and get some fairy luck, if you go back empty-handed or even die here, it would be too wrong.

Complaining and complaining, these people can only bite the bullet and continue to the fairy palace.

Looking from the sky, this piece of heaven and earth seemed to have ancient rules that suppressed everyone from being able to travel from the sky and could only drive on foot.

Behind the few people taught by Xingyue, you can see countless dense shadows, like locusts crossing the border, chasing them.

Not only the people of Xingyue Cult, but also people from other major forces have encountered similar conditions.

A large group of dozens of people came in fiercely and completely died within a day.

Under the leadership of the holy monarch, there are also great teachers who are like a broken bamboo, but gradually they can't resist it, and death and injury are inevitable.

This place is like a tomb, and even a black hole that can swallow everything. Even if the people who come in have a strong cultivation base, they will be entangled in the endless ghost like a locust, exhausting their true essence and strength, and finally being completely torn apart.