Chapter 1165 (1/2)

The earth cracked, a path of cracks spread in all directions.

Mountain collapsed and fell like a rain.

The land of thousands of miles seems to have been revived for the unknown existence.

Qin Xuan and Feng Bao and others are almost as fast as they can, and they can go back. Everyone can feel how terrifying the wakefulness is.

Enough to make Heaven and Earth tremble, Cloud Mist avoids.

“Roar!”

The roar sounded, and the roar was weird. It was not a dragon roar, but it was sharp and mixed with vague words.

“What the hell is that?” Feng Bao is carrying out the struggling Luo Yao, turns the head to look at Qin Xuan.

He also has a shuttle on the foot, which is full of moonlight, which is filled with streamer, as if the moonlight is flowing into the river and flows above the shuttle.

It is also a five-piece great treasure, which can be found at the place, but no one is on the shuttle.

Han Yu complexityion is pale, she stands on the shuttle, looking at the dust behind the sky, filled with thousands of miles, landslides, only a huge outline in the vague.

The outline is full of hundred feet, and the whole body is a giant, but it is like a monster that destroys the earth.

Qin Xuan never looked back. He was ruthless in his eyes and did not respond to Feng Bao.

Until, Qin Xuan, Feng Bao three people plus six people from the jade, a total of ten people completely left the Wanli cracked soil.

They stopped to look around, Feng Bao did not worry, but also to retreat, but see Qin Xuan stop, they also stay here.

The snoring sounded like anger, as if it was unwilling, more like despair.

This is a buzz, but it seems to convey endless sadness.

Unconsciously, Feng Bao and others will feel sad in their hearts, as if the existence in the dusty smoke makes people feel pity.

Until the smoke dissipated, Heaven Falls and Earth Rends, almost a time to maintain a musk.

The figure of the creature in the dusty smoke finally revealed its original appearance.

The red hair covered the body and covered everything. Only the red-haired scorpions seemed to be smashed, making people feel fearful.

This hundred-footed red-haired monster has four limbs that can distinguish between hands and feet, but on its limbs, there is a sword.

A sword consisting entirely of nine-color rays of light penetrates into its limbs and nails the monster to the earth.

These nine-color swords have chains on the hilt. These chains are black as ink, but they seem to be connected in the void. It seems that this void is the wall. This monster is the prisoner in Heaven and Earth.

It can be seen that in the sword and the large hands and feet, among the red hairs, there is blood flowing out, sprinkling on the ground, and immersing the ground in bright red.

It squats in the ground, if the people are squatting, they are screaming.

It was a pale scorpion, watching, watching Qin Xuan and others.

It is like a buddha statue that is talking, wanting to endlessly in the heart.

Feng Bao, Li Yu and other people are dumbstruck, they look at the nine-color sword, looking at the dark chain, and looking at the red-haired monster.

Whether it is a chain or a sword, it is looming, as if it is not in the world of existence, such as the illusion bubble, but it is so, but it can imprison the existence that is enough to destroy the earth.

From this ghost monster, there is too much terrifying power, and even the people have no doubt that if there is no imprisonment, this red hair existence can destroy a whole Star.

This is intuition, but for cultivators, intuition is not necessarily false.

Heaven and Earth, seemingly silent, in the distance, there are some cultivators that come out, thousands of miles, landslides, and their waves are enough to fill tens of thousands of miles.

Everyone looked at this existence, and all of them were infinitely scared.

The red-haired creature is still roaring, and the fangs are expanding. Every snoring is enough to shock everything around it into a fine powder. The sound is even more shocking if Feng Bao and others are hit by the Mountain.

“Changqing, what the hell is this?” Feng Bao finally couldn’t help himself. He asked Qin Xuan again.

What kind of presence will be trapped here.

The nine-color sword, the ink color lock, is between real and illusory, what is it?

All this seems to be a mystery.

From the city of Qinglan, zombies and scorpions, Feng Bao feels that he does not look like a pre-existing ancient, that 10 Million years ago, he is in charge of the top ten Star Field, with hundreds of supreme, can to move unhindered Cultivation World Phoenix God State.