Otherworldly Proud

Seeing that Yanran's hand was about to touch the statue, Long Aotian couldn't help but tremble, and hurriedly spoke to stop it!

In a blink of an eye, he reached Yanran's side, but it was too late, Yanran's white palm touched the statue's body, and a shallow light rose from the statue, covering Yanran and Long Aotian His body is covered in it.

Yan Ran turned her head and looked at Long Aotian, her eyes were filled with tears: "There are also statues of this kind of Spirit Race on our Lost Island, but it is different from this statue. It was specially built for Lost Island."

Long Aotian's eyes widened, sensing the faint white light surrounding his body, there was no trace of resentment, but very gentle, like layers of clear and shallow water brushing his body.

Long Aotian looked at Yan Ran, frowned and said: "These statues are probably formed after the real spirit race was trapped, and the spiritual energy we just absorbed was also generated because of the formation under our feet. The powerful cultivation in the body has been transmitted into our body through the formation."

Yan Ran nodded, brushed her palm lightly over the body of the statue, and said softly, "Why are they imprisoned here? What crime did they commit?"

Long Aotian was about to say something, when suddenly the white light that enveloped him flashed, suddenly, the sky turned around, and Long Aotian's expression suddenly changed!

what happened!The world in front of his eyes began to change, and everything around him began to change. At this moment, a soft hand stretched out beside him, holding Long Aotian's hand.

Yanran said softly: "Don't worry, I can feel that his statue is not malicious to us, and he has existed here for an unknown number of years, and his own strength can no longer be compared with before. Just an ordinary illusion."

After listening to Yanran's words, Long Aotian just felt relieved, but after a while, the picture in front of them gradually became clearer, the dry ground was under their feet, a group of spirit tribes whose upper body was human body and lower body snake body came from In the distance, the two came towards Long Aotian. The leader of the spirit clan had two horns on his head. He was tall and had a faint golden light around him, looking like a god descending from the earth.

But this group of spirit races all had expressions of fear and worry on their faces. They looked like they were running for their lives. Why did they run for their lives?

According to what Bodhizi said before, these spirit races were the most powerful race on the Great Desolate Continent at that time, and they ruled the entire continent for hundreds of millions of years. What could threaten them?

That's right, it must be that power, the power that created the world of Primordial Continent.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, the ground shook, the sky darkened, and streaks of red light descended from the sky, covering all the spirit races on the ground.

The leader of the spirit clan raised his head and looked up at the sky, with a look of grief and indignation on his face, he opened his mouth and shouted: "God, what mistake have we made!"

God?

Long Aotian couldn't help frowning, these spirit clans are so powerful, each of them almost has the strength above becoming a saint, and they can be called the existence of gods by them, how powerful is the strength.

Long Aotian looked up at the sky, but saw a huge face suddenly appeared on the dark sky, it was a very ordinary face, but it was extremely huge, almost occupying most of the sky , there are no eyes on the face, only white eyeballs, which looks like a ghost.

Its white eyes looked at the spirit race below without a trace of expression, a huge palm suddenly fell from the sky, and pressed down downwards, what a huge palm it was, covering the sky and the sun, as if the sky had fallen generally.

Long Aotian has never seen such a huge palm, it covers almost everything between the heaven and the earth, those tall hills, the moment they touch this palm, they turn into ashes, the river rolls, Instantly dried up, everything was destroyed, just like the end of the world!

With such a huge palm, these strong spirit clansmen, like ants, are oppressed by the powerful aura carried by the palm, and their bodies prostrate on the ground, trembling!Fear eats away at them.

It's too scary, even Long Aotian, who is a bystander, seems to be able to feel the desperate fear, such power, such absolute power, invincible power.

Faced with such strength, the leader of the spirit clan raised his head proudly. Although his body was trembling, he barely straightened up, facing the face above the sky, he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted: "Why!"

The sound was like a thunderbolt rolling towards the sky, the clouds dispersed, the surrounding space shattered, and even the huge palm seemed to stop for a breath.

But it was only a breath, and above the sky, the huge face suddenly moved, and the corners of its mouth were slightly raised, revealing a strange smile.

It was a playful smile, just like the smile of a human being playing with ants on the ground. To the owner of this face, these powerful spirit races are nothing more than ants!

Long Aotian's body trembled slightly, looking at the huge face in the sky, the voice of Bodhizi in his mind also tremblingly said: "This is... that evil thought! It turns out that everything is him, it turns out that before he broke the Great Desolate Continent, he They also killed the most powerful clan on the mainland, the Spirit Race!"

Long Aotian shook his head, looked at those spirit tribes who were prostrate on the ground, their eyes were full of despair and grief, his heart trembled: "No, he didn't kill them, he captured all these spirit tribes into Qianhuan Cave Mansion Among them, they were made into playthings."

What a sad fate, Long Aotian closed his eyes, he felt Yanran's little hand trembling slightly.

These spirit races can be said to be the ancestors of Yanran and their monster race, but they have encountered such a tragedy, and they have been unable to live in peace for thousands of years, all because of a small playful idea of ​​that powerful evil thought, for this entire race , but endless sorrow.

This is the crushing of strength, and this is weakness.

The world is not benevolent and treats everything as a humble dog. In the eyes of the powerful, the weak are like humans to ants, and beasts to insects.

Everything on the Great Desolate Continent is just a plaything of that evil thought. It's just that some races have a more tragic fate, while others are luckier. (~^~)