Xianlu Spring and Autumn

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The dust was flying, like a dusty place, in the world without the slightest aura, thousands of scarred figures, like the most humble creatures, fell to the ground, some even stacked on top of each other.

Some have been smashed to pieces, and there is no breath of life anymore.

Most of them are still alive. Although their magic power has been abolished, their physical bodies have been strengthened by exercises. Compared with real mortals, they are still much stronger, although they are also degenerating at the moment.

……

"It's over... my monastic life is over... my dream is over..."

I don't know how long it took, and in the gust of wind, someone finally spoke out. The voice was full of weakness and despair. You don't need to look to know that this human heart has been completely broken.

After muttering something, there was a burst of crazy laughter, accompanied by tears welling up in his eyes.

The other monks glanced at this person, feeling the same sadness in their hearts.

Roar--

A beast-like roar came suddenly.

I saw a black man with scarlet eyes and a height of two feet climbing out of a certain big pit. This man exuded a monster all over his body. The later incarnation of the human body was retained.

In the eyes of the black man, madness and anger were intertwined. After scanning his eyes around, he strode away.

Swish!

After several tens of feet, the black man stopped abruptly, grabbed the skirt of a handsome young man, and lifted it high.This person's whole body exudes a strong smell of wood, which should be the transformation of spiritual roots.

"It's all caused by your spiritual roots. I just passed by, so why did I have to suffer such a catastrophe?"

The black man roared angrily at the young man, with a fierce look in his eyes.As if to swallow him alive.

"Fellow Daoist...don't...get it wrong, I'm also...a victim..."

Faced with the ferocity coming towards his face, the young man trembled. After losing his mana, the spirit root clan obviously lacked a bit of innate physical advantage compared to the monster beast clan, no matter how this person struggled.They couldn't break free from the opponent's big hand.

"Then you're fucking—you're going to die for me too!"

At this moment, the black man, whose heart was already covered by desperate negative emotions, couldn't listen to other words. After roaring, the other hand was empty.A palm slapped down on the young man's head.

boom!

The head of the young man exploded like a watermelon, and blood splashed out.

All the cultivators were shocked.

The black man was spattered with blood all over his face.Flowing down, becoming more and more crazy.It seemed that he still couldn't let go of his hatred, so he lifted the opponent's body, opened his mouth, and drank the opponent's brain and blood.The bloody place in it cannot be described in words!

Ninety percent of the monks looked even more frightened.

But a large number of other monster monks, seeing this scene, seemed to be aroused with bloodthirsty viciousness, and they also rushed towards the spiritual root monks.

Chase!

escape!

kill!

tear!

swallow!

Roars and screams sounded at the same time, and blood and yellow sand flew together.

In the boundless dust and wind, the bloodiest and ugliest scenes in the world begin to be staged!

Seeing this scene, at the edge of the crowd, the cultivator who had been hit with a green palm of fire on his chest became more and more sad and compassionate.

Are those beliefs in his heart still there?Can you still hold on?

He was lying on his back on the loess land. His handsome face had already been covered with blood and mud, and it was filthy. If there were monks who knew him, it would be unbelievable. That once serious, self-disciplined, powerful, and talented man , will fall to such a point.

This person's eyes were deep and gloomy, and his body trembled and twitched because of the pain.

……

From day, to night, to the next dawn.

The surviving monks started a frenzied slaughter. At first, it was only the monsters attacking the spiritual root. When they were chasing and killing, they also involved the human race and other races in the Jupiter region.

No reason, no reason needed!

At this moment, only the craziest killing can vent the pain and loss of all the cultivators who have been deposed as mortals.

On the ground, blood flowed like rivers, and broken limbs were everywhere!

"Hu-hu-"

The black man who provoked the incident first did not know how many monks he had killed. His eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was blood red. His eyes were like wild wolves, scanning the shadows on the ground, searching for them. Looking for an object for him to vent.

After a few breaths, the black man's eyes fell on the handsome young man who was sleeping a few hundred steps away.

"Humans - die too!"

In the eyes of the black man, the fierce light appeared again, shaking his somewhat exhausted body, he rushed towards the handsome young man and killed him.

The Junwei young man has been tortured by the injuries on his body until his consciousness gradually fades away, and even his vision is blurred, not to mention escaping, even moving has become a problem.

The shadow of death shrouded it.

……

Chirping, roaring, moaning—

The black man was getting closer and closer, and at this moment, the voices of various monsters came from afar.

In the air, the wind howled even more, as if there were monsters fanning the wind, approaching this direction, and listening carefully, it turned out to be coming from four directions.

"Is that... the voice of a monster?"

All the monks stopped their hands and looked towards the source of the sound, and some monks exclaimed.

"Are there other creatures in this space?"

Another said.

The cultivators finally realized what was going on.

Looking away, I saw four huge black shadows flapping their wings flying towards here from four different directions above the barren land in the distance. If the speed was at the peak of a group of monks, even Not a fart, but now it feels like the tide is rushing towards them.

Everyone didn't know the situation, and secretly guarded. At this moment, the black man, of course, also stopped killing the handsome young man.

After half a cup of tea.Four groups of people finally arrived in front of them.

Human race!

Monster!

Linggen!

There are other races with mixed identities.

From the aura emanating from the body, everyone could distinguish the four groups of people and horses, and they were clearly different from each other.

On the human side, there are a total of 500 people riding on a golden-winged roc-like bird.The leading monk was a young woman dressed in simple animal skins, revealing a lot of snow-white skin, with fiery red hair and holding a whip.

This woman looks about 25 or [-] years old, with a bright and beautiful face and a vigorous figure.The jade neck is straight, and the long red hair is flying in the wind, exuding a different kind of wild style.

On the side of the monsters, the momentum is even bigger.There were nearly 600 people, all exuding a strong aura of monsters. The leader of the monster was nine feet tall.The fat middle-aged man seemed to have a waist circumference of nine feet.It was as round as a meat ball, and underneath it was also a bird monster, which was extraordinarily majestic.

This person has a beard and a stare in his eyes.Profound and indifferent, after arriving, looking down at the land like a killing field of Shura, he was not moved at all.

On the Linggen side, the number is much smaller. There are only two to three hundred people. The leader is a tall green-haired man in his twenties, with star eyes and a high nose. , as if crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with a longbow on his back and a chain of strange bones hanging on his body, he has the posture of a jungle hunter.

The fourth group of people is much weirder, with three eyes, one eye, three heads and six arms, all different.It sits on a blue-headed, flat-shaped monster that looks like a strange fish with fleshy wings.

Standing in front of the monster was an old man with two wings. This person sat there, looking like he was seated, but he couldn't see any mana floating on his body, and he didn't know what kind of mystery he was playing.

It can be said that the four groups of people arrived almost at the same time.

After arriving, the four leaders scanned around, then looked far away, and glanced at the other three. The leader on the side of the monsters took the lead and shouted: "All new monsters, follow me. From today onwards, You are my slaves, Lord Yishan!"

The voice is loud, but it is obviously roaring out of a loud voice, not with the power of Yuanshen or Shensoul.

After the voice fell, there was not a single living monster walking towards him.Most of the new monsters were once successful in cultivation and arrogant, so they would not care about a guy who is like himself now.

"What are you, you deserve me, Xiong Wei, to be your slave. I was once a monster in the starry sky realm."

The black man who stopped in his tracks just now said murderously.

When the monsters heard the words, they didn't get angry, they all showed disdainful smiles, and some even laughed strangely.

"Why is it like this every time, if you don't let you suffer a little, you don't know how to be obedient."

The leader of the monster beast who claimed to be the Master of Yishan squinted his eyes, looking at Xiong Wei like a blade, and said something in a strange voice, and the breath gradually rose from his body, it was the breath of mana.

"The breath of mana?"

"In this space, do there exist spirit stones and fairy stones?"

Everyone's eyes lit up when they sensed the aura of the Venerable Yishan. Most of these guys have high aptitude and good kung fu skills. As long as they have enough spirit stones and fairy stones, they can practice again. If the primordial spirit or spirit is blocked, there may be other troubles.

When everyone just arrived at this place, they already felt that there was no aura in the air.

Although other places have not been explored, according to everyone's understanding of the God Lord of the common people, although they don't know why he didn't kill himself and others directly, but since they are thrown here, they will never give the cultivators any chance to make a comeback.

Seeing the aura of mana radiating from Venerable Yishan's body now, everyone immediately knew that they were wrong, and their eyes were filled with the light of hope.

The aura of Yishan Venerable did not rise like a flying sword, but stopped at the middle stage of foundation establishment, as if he had reached the peak, staring at Xiong Wei coldly, and moved the magic formula in his hand.

The earth immediately became abnormal.

boom!

A sharp cone-like object suddenly emerged from Xiong Shi's feet, piercing the man's chest and abdomen.

Ground stabbing, one of the most inferior earth-type spells, was not even a fart in the realm of monks before, but now Xiong Wei's face changed in horror.

This person's combat experience is still there, the first time he noticed the ground stab attack.He ran to the side, dodging the attack unexpectedly.

The corners of Venerable Yishan's mouth twitched as he watched, and his fingertips twitched.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The thorns rose up one by one, and Xiong Wei was hit by the bomb after dodging three.It was pierced through the lower abdomen to the chest.

"what--"

After uttering a shrill scream, Xiong Wei fell to the ground, writhing and struggling, with blood gushing out.

"Have you taken it now?"

Venerable Yishan said coldly: "I don't care how great you were in the past, after you came here, you will be my slave. If you still intend to resist, I will beat you back to your original shape and skin you now." Make clothes, cut off the meat to make soup!"

A ferocious atmosphere filled the sky above the blood-colored land.

Xiong Wei's eyes flickered as he listened.But after all, he couldn't speak half a word.

"Take me all the living monsters!"

Venerable Yishan drank again, and licked his lips after speaking.A bloodthirsty look appeared in his eyes, and he said, "I will also take away the dead monsters. Today, we will have a full meal, hahahaha——"

The creepy laughter soared into the sky.

Other monsters who came.Yejun all laughed wildly, rushed down the birds one after another, stepped on the thick blood stains, and began to tidy up.

……

The leaders of the other three parties, after nodding slightly to the people behind them, also fell to the ground and checked one by one.

"Three, if you don't have the guts to eat your own clan, I, Venerable Yishan, can exchange the corpses of our monster beasts with you. The corpses of your kind will do."

Venerable Yishan glanced at the three of them, and spoke with an evil smile.

The hot woman, the young man with the longbow, and the old man with wings all showed complicated expressions when they heard the words. They didn't speak, but their subordinates had already taken the corpse away.

After being knocked down as a mortal, the eating instinct that belongs to a mortal will inevitably reappear soon.Listening to Venerable Yishan's tone, it seems that food is also very scarce in this world, and has been reduced to the point of eating the corpses of the same kind for a living?

Human nature may have been wiped out here!

Seeing that the three of them did not answer, Venerable Yishan let out another burst of triumphant laughter.

It took more than an hour for the four groups of people to clean up the dead and surviving monks. They went back home without saying any more nonsense.

……

Not to mention anything else, let's just talk about the journey of the human race. The living monks, together with the corpses, were put on the back of the bird and left through the air.

At this moment, it was almost noon, the sun was scorching, and there were not even half a tree along the way, and it was all barren land of dust and sand.

In the distance, the outline of a black mountain shadow thousands of feet high rises alone above the ground. The mountain seems to be green, but it is not clear, shrouded in mist, and looks mysterious.

A group of human monks headed towards the mountain.

The earth has gradually become dotted with green, but it is almost negligible.

As we went forward, the number gradually increased, and the scene ahead became clearer.

That big mountain was indeed covered by white mist, and looking through the white mist, the mountain seemed to be verdant and full of vitality, as if the center of this world, the vitality spread from there.

The whole mountain is tightly shrouded. There is only a ten-foot-wide stream winding out of the mist and flowing towards the grassland. A sense of mystery and danger.

On the side of the river, there is a wilderness like jungle, the vegetation is not too lush, there are nearly a thousand simple wooden houses scattered, like a mortal village.

When the group of humans came back, it was almost evening, and blue smoke was rising from the kitchen.

Sensing the movement in the sky, many people came out of the house, all of them were wearing animal skins or ragged clothes, with messy hair and beards, dirty, sallow and emaciated, like savages.

But everyone's eyes were surprisingly bright, and they all raised their heads to stare at the back of the golden-winged roc, revealing a greedy light.

"Boss, how many guys did you bring back this time?"

As soon as Dapeng landed, there was an impatient monk, who greeted him with a flattering smile. He was a rare young man with a greasy face, his clothes were neat, his beard was clean, and his eyes swept over the leader's fire When she was a hot female cultivator, a lustful look flashed across her eyes.

"Can't you count yourself?"

The leading woman glanced angrily, with undisguised disgust flashing in her eyes. The woman's voice was somewhat hoarse and ethereal, but strangely pleasant, like the sound of wind blowing through a cave.

"Yes Yes."

The noodle youth laughed dryly, but there was nothing unusual on his expression.

At this moment, other people also greeted them, but no one spoke.

The hot woman swept the crowd around, looked at the thin bodies, and the pairs of longing eyes, with a gloomy expression, and after a moment of silence, said: "... Divide up the dead!"

Oh!

The sound of cheers rose to the sky.

As if they had finally waited for this big meal, everyone was beaming with joy, each of them looked like they were sharpening their knives, and they had already forgotten something about their own humanity.

A few monks had deep helplessness and sadness in their eyes, including the leading hot woman.

"Half to me!"

A sharp voice came from the mouth of the golden-winged roc bird. This bird is obviously a monster. Without his ride, it is impossible for these human races to rush over so quickly. Although half of the number sounds like a lot, it is indeed him. As it should be, although a group of human races are helpless, they have nothing to refute.

After a flash of light in her eyes, the hot woman shouted: "The one who is alive is not allowed to move. If anyone dares to get their ideas, I will eat him first!"

Everyone stared blankly and fell silent.

"Uncle, those who are injured, please arrange for someone to take care of them."

The hot woman said again, and without waiting for an answer, she swooped down on the bird and walked towards the houses on the side near the river.

"Yes!"

Someone behind him answered, with an old voice. He was an old man with white beard and white hair, wrinkled face, wearing a simple and worn gray robe, but he took care of himself fairly neatly.

At this moment, everyone raised their hands one after another, and the scene gradually became chaotic.

The old man gestured to the crowd on the horse, and they jumped down, moved the surviving monks aside, and checked them one by one.

And that golden-winged roc transformed into a rough and indifferent man, and took away the half of the human corpse that belonged to him very domineeringly.

……

The old man looked pitiful, and checked the injuries one by one, most of them were very serious, and what the old man could do for them was to apply a little simple herbal medicine and input a mana.

It took half an hour until it was finally the turn of the handsome young man with the palm print of a green flame on his chest. Seeing the palm print on the young man's chest, the old man looked at the handsome young man carefully, and said to himself: "I got hit by a hand. Remember Biyan Hell, he has not died yet. Could this person be a master before his mana was destroyed?...Unfortunately, I can't heal your injury, so you can fend for yourself. If you are still a monk in the next life, Remember to avoid the lunatic God Lord Cangsheng."

After a few words of emotion, the old man looked directly at the next one. (to be continued~^~)