Gao Wu Arrives

"Buzz..."

In the dim world, the wind blows, and the energy mixed with violent vitality and mental power comes oncoming, like an invisible blade, tearing the flesh and soul of people.

Lin Feng had a solemn expression, stopped and stared ahead, intending to see the situation.

Beside him, Ji Yuxuanying's white face was a little pale.

After realizing it, the noble lady also noticed something was wrong, that kind of terrible mental storm seemed to tear people apart.

"You must have touched something incredible!" Ji Yuxuan's tone was determined.

Those powerful practitioners, even though they have been dead for a long time, their remaining corpses and leftover objects still possess powerful energy and can interfere with reality.

For example, when Lin Feng and the others were in a dilapidated building on a barren hill in the ancient mountain range earlier, they saw a bone with a broken sword stuck in its chest.

That broken sword, made of dark **** gold, was probably a holy soldier in the past. Under the long river of time, although it is dilapidated and looks gloomy, there is still a lot of energy inside.

Therefore, Lin Feng did not dare to move rashly at that time.

But it turned out that his actions were very wise, the broken sword behind was pulled out by the demon master Shitong's person, and the result was a direct explosion.

However, such a scene is nothing compared to the current situation.

In the howling gust of wind, sandstorms and tornadoes set off on the ground, and large tracts of buildings farther away were affected, and patches of roofs were lifted and destroyed.

"Rumble..."

In the center of the explosion, a scene of apocalypse, black and jade-red energy entangled, waves of thunder swimming in the clouds like a thunder dragon, spreading teeth and claws, extremely hideous.

Such a big movement lasted more than two hours before it gradually stopped.

Large patches of dust fell from high above the sky and covered the earth. Lin Feng let out a sigh of relief quietly.

Finally passed.

The storm dissipated, and although the world was still obscured, and there was dust everywhere, and visibility was not high, it was undoubtedly better than the previous terrifying ten thousand times.

Lin Feng set out, still very cautious, stepping on the ground, like a gecko, swiftly moving towards the center.

Behind him, Ji Yuxuan followed closely.

Both of them were very nervous, rushing from time to time, and then stopped from time to time, and looked around.

Soon after, it finally arrived and stopped at a position of about one kilometer from the center of the explosion.

It can be clearly seen that there are wisps of light flashing in the gray turbid void, much like the cracks of a broken mirror.

From time to time, there is a sharp rubbing sound, and explosions are emitted in the void.

And this piece of land has long been reduced to a huge pothole, the most fringe area is hundreds of meters deep, and how many meters there is at the deepest point, Lin Feng hasn't yet known.

"It feels more and more like the handwriting of an old immortal monster..." Lin Feng's heart was frizzy.

Wouldn't he encounter the corpse of an undead old monster here?

In that case, the fun would be great.

Because the realm of such a creature is too high, even if it dies, decays, or rots, he can't provoke it.

Even, humblely speaking, it is not what he can see.

At a glance, he might die.

Despite this, Lin Feng's heart was still itchy, feeling like a cat was scratching its paws. He couldn't help but look towards the center of the pothole.

It's just that I can't see anything.

It was dark there, darkness occupies everything, without any light, like a black hole, swallowing everything, not even letting go of light.