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Cretaceous continent, hinterland!

A huge monster is located in the cluster, like a giant dragon entrenched in the vast land. The mottled walls have been baptized by the years and left with numerous sword marks, full of ancient vicissitudes of war!

Immortal Ancient Imperial City.

Encompassing the Cretaceous Continent, it has been hidden here since the end of the glorious era, ruling the Cretaceous Continent for a great era. Even in the current Emperor's Fall, it has calmly avoided four major disasters, as if it is transcending the earth and continuing its glorious rule.

At this time.

In a certain place in the imperial city.

There are surging pressure waves spreading out, from the saints, quasi-saints, and terrifying true saints, a vast and boundless pressure rushed up, and the fierce power was pervasive.

This is a giant dungeon with many cages, and various human races are imprisoned inside. The eerie atmosphere mixed with the oppression of death spreads out. The bones of the dead are connected into pieces, and the death is bloody and cruel, which makes the cluster look like a slaughterhouse.

On the living altar, one by one, the human race was driven onto the stage, like a walking corpse, with empty eyes, as if they had lost their souls.

Not long after, the huge body of an ancient reptile moved, and a red light flashed in his hand, and the blood of the human race on the altar was quickly drained.

"Is it just this little blood?"

The reptile roared, and then slapped it into powder with a palm.

Countless human races in the cages below watched this scene, and they all took a breath of cold air with a "hiss", and their hearts were chilled.

Next.

Amid the heart-wrenching screams, another human was driven onto the stage, and then, like fish on a chopping board, he was beaten into a dried corpse at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally, like a fragile foam board, he was cruelly shattered by a slap.

Fortunately, the speed of this scene was not too fast, giving other human beings a chance to breathe, but it also made people feel the approach of death. Extreme fear shrouded everyone's heart. Nothing is more terrifying than the approach of death.

In a cage against the wall, Zheng

A young woman was holding a pen and paper in her hand, drawing a picture.

Her face was flawless, like snow and jade, and her legs were white, crystal and tender.

Her figure was graceful and her chest was full of mountains and valleys.

Her temperament was ethereal and elegant, as quiet as a virgin.

Under her pen, the figure of a young man was gradually outlined.

He was dressed in white and had a heroic and upright posture.

His face was like a crown of jade, with star-like eyebrows and sword-like eyes.

His temperament was unrestrained and free and easy.

Not long after, the brush stopped and it was over.

She looked down, and a handsome young man jumped out of the paper.

"Well, it's OK."

She bit her lip and wrote another line of words on the edge of the drawing paper.

—— Exquisite dice and red beans, deep love, do you know?

Someone next to her suddenly said: "Senior Ye, who is this person you drew? So young and handsome, is it your sweetheart?"

This person is called Wang Jie, a casual cultivator who was arrested a few months ago and has been imprisoned here.

And there are many people like him, who are imprisoned together.

After a period of understanding, everyone knows that this woman is not an ordinary person. She is the master of a peak of Taixuan Dao Sect, so they usually take good care of her and call her a senior.

But facing the overwhelming strength of the Guba clan, they are like a layer of haze in their hearts. Even a terrifying hidden sect like Taixuan Dao Sect may have to bow down in front of the Guba clan.

Ye Qingyao looked up at him, nodded and said softly: "Yes, it's my sweetheart."

After that, she lowered her head again and wrote three words on the lower right corner of the drawing paper: Su Changge.

Wang Jie sighed and said: "Alas, what a pity."

Someone else sighed: "Alas, what is love in the world? It makes people live and die together. You are a talented man and a beautiful woman, and you are a couple, but..." At this point, this person looked at the altar and sighed bitterly: "I'm afraid you will be separated by life and death, what a pity..."

"Yes..."

A long sigh came from each cage.

The Guba clan is cruel and violent. This pair of lovers may never see each other again in this life...

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, there was a rough shout, and an ancient flame demon god turned into a strong man with huge biceps. He punched the cage and dragged a green-robed monk out.

"Ah, don't kill me, don't kill me, don't...!"

The green-robed monk screamed hysterically.

The sturdy man turned a deaf ear to him and dragged him onto the stage. Then he started the ritual and quickly beat him into a dry corpse.

Then, he slapped the man's head hard.

With a bang, the green-robed monk's body exploded like a foam board, splattering into debris all over the ground.

Suddenly, everyone's mouth twitched twice, their faces turned pale, their hearts beat wildly, and they were walking on thin ice.

Cruel.

Too cruel.

"It's your turn, come out by yourself, don't let me do it!"

The ancient flame demon god pointed at one of them and shouted.

The man hissed, and his heart was extremely terrified. He turned around and wanted to escape, but he was immediately noticed by the ancient flame demon god, who acted like lightning, subdued him on the spot, and forcibly escorted him to the altar.

"Ah, ah, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, please...!"

"Bang!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

His blood was drained, and his dry corpse was blown up, turning into fragments all over the ground.

Everyone was so frightened that their faces turned pale. They stared at this scene blankly, trembling all over and feeling cold in their hearts.

A child of seven or eight years old saw this scene, fell to the ground with a plop, and cried loudly: "Mom, I'm scared, I want to go home...!"

The middle-aged woman next to him hurriedly hugged him in her arms, covered his eyes with her hands, and comforted him in a panic: "Don't be afraid, mother is here, mother is here..."

No one in the field was not walking on thin ice, and was terrified.

But they could only watch all this, powerless.

Although they also had some cultivation, facing the Guba clan, they were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The lowest level of the Guba clan could crush them and turn them into dust.

If you want to live a little longer, you can only sit and wait.

Ye Qingyao looked very calm, and did not look up the whole time, just quietly looking at her painting.

The person in the painting was exactly the same as when he first joined the sect, but his figure was more upright and taller than that time, but his temperament remained unchanged, like a scholar, elegant and free.

There was also a familiar breath blowing in her face.

Suddenly, she lowered her head and kissed the painting.

She knew that it would be her turn to go on stage soon, and after this kiss, she was ready to leave.

From now on, they would be separated by Yin and Yang.

But, for some reason, when the kiss was on the painting, she couldn't bear to let go. How she wished, how she wished to walk out, walk out of here, and meet him again.

Looking at the dust and debris under the altar, she knew that she would soon be drained and beaten like this, and she would never see him again.

Just then!

A shocking, powerful and explosive explosion came from outside the city, and the terrible momentum was so powerful that it could shake the sky and the universe!

"Boom!"

"Boom, crackle, crackle!!!"

Following.

A sonorous and powerful roar came from outside the city gate!

"Immortal Ba Huang, hand over my master Ye Qingyao, and I will spare your life!!"

In an instant, Ye Qingyao's pupils dilated!