Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

The picture in the bronze ancient mirror flickered.

Wearing a white robe, with another white robe, driving the Shenhong, broke into the vast and boundless land of the East China Sea.

The vast sea is undulating, and the afterglow of the setting sun hits the water. It is boundless and golden.

I don't know how long it took to fly in this world.

The world in the distance suddenly became strange.

It's like the end of the world.

In this piece of heaven and earth, the sky and the sea are at the junction, and between the two is a majestic dark vortex.

Rotating slowly, spewing out boundless mist, emitting the source of the Tao that annihilates everything.

The mist eroded the sea, and this place became a dead place, no fish and birds, and the slightest trace of life.

"Is this the return to the ruins...

The group of cultivators outside the bronze ancient mirror stared at the majestic vortex of time and space, and their faces showed splendor.

This place of return to the ruins, which has been crowned with too many mysterious colors, is now exposed in front of the world, giving Beixuan sentient beings too many spiritual shocks.

Everyone stared at the vortex, and fear and fear rose in their hearts.

In the mouths of the ancient sages, the legends that have been passed down through the ages are displayed so clearly, 10 At this moment, everyone's hearts feel incomparably dreamy.

"This seems to be an independent world, not disturbed by the rules of Beixuan, and even does not belong to the world of Beixuan. 35

"It's like a world that exists in Bei Xuan, but is independent.

Some monks sighed like this.

Qun Xiu also had such a feeling in his heart.

This piece of heaven and earth gave the group a feeling of being too unfamiliar, as if it was an extraterritorial world that contained countless murderous opportunities.

It is daunting, it is obviously the incomparably hot god of the Beixuan sentient beings, but facing that world at this moment, everyone has an instinctive fear in their hearts, not daring to take a step forward.

Gu Changqing in the bronze ancient mirror stopped.

But after just staring at it for a moment, he took Luo Qinghe and swept into the majestic vortex.

Shifting stars.

In the vortex is an independent vast world.

There are no rules here, there is no will of heaven and earth, and some, there is endless death.

It's like entering a cold tomb, lifeless, shrouded in people's hearts, making people feel extremely depressed.

Gu Changqing looked around.

On the broken rock walls around, there are some mysterious patterns, such as the avenue god pattern, and the immortal pattern, which are extremely mysterious and obscure.

However, these divine patterns have faded away, and only the broken patterns remain, and the divine sense can not feel the slightest divinity.

Suddenly, Gu Changqing turned around.

He noticed the strangeness of Luo Qinghe.

The moment he stepped into this world, Luo Qinghe's body seemed to have changed, and the hidden power began to gradually recover.

It was the medicinal properties that had been swallowed in countless forbidden areas and left in the body, and gradually awakened.

This made Luo Qinghe very excited.

This was the first time in a long time that she felt that her strength was growing. This feeling was extremely strange to her.

Gu Changqing knew that the will of the world was weak, and the Holy Eucharist curse was no longer so untouchable.

"Let's go.

Gu Changqing said without emotion.

The will of this world is indeed very weak, but it is not enough to break the curse of the Eucharist.

At this moment, Luo Qinghe's expression was extremely excited. This was the closest moment she felt to a cultivator for so long.

The two walked in this wasteland.

In the dark and dark wasteland, there was no sound at all. After walking for about seventy miles, the soil on the ground suddenly became soft, and the soles of the feet did not go down when stepping on it, turning grayish white.

At first Gu Changqing didn't care, but after walking a hundred miles, he felt more and more icy and biting, the place was extremely yin, like the north wind blowing snow on him.

Behind her, Luo Qinghe hugged her body with both hands. She seemed to have guessed a hard object and made a crackling sound.

Gu Changqing immediately understood what kind of place he was in.

The gray and white on the ground was not ordinary soil, but ashes, and there were still bones that had not completely melted away, and it was these ashes that emitted yin.

"Crack...knock..."

As the two continued to move forward, the crisp sound continued to sound.

The ashes disappeared, replaced by withered bones, densely packed, everywhere, rotten everywhere, lightly stepped on, it will turn into ashes, under the power of time, nothing lasts forever.

When I got here, it was like an ice cellar, and the cold air was like a knife, scraping on people's skin.

"Woooo..."

The gloomy wind whistled, and the shadows were full of shadows. Just among the piles of dead bones, hazy ghosts appeared, which were very faint.

Gu Changqing stopped.

This piece of heaven and earth is very mysterious, and the emperor's consciousness was infinitely suppressed by an invisible force.

He felt that there were endless dangers ahead, and it seemed that if he took a step forward, he would step into the abyss.

"Dif..."

Luo Qinghe's trembling voice came from behind, not fear, but as if he was enduring something.

"I feel that the power in my body is about to wake up completely.

There was excitement in this voice, and at the same time, Luo Qinghe's body had ancient Dao rhythms rippling out.

"Just right here.

Gu Changqing pondered for a moment and said something.

He did not turn to look at Luo Qinghe, but stared straight ahead.

Luo Qinghe immediately sat on the creek, letting the power in his body wake up.

"Boom!

At the same time, thunder came from the sky and the earth, and the clear brilliance suddenly lit up, illuminating the whole world.

Also at this moment.

The darkness in front of Gu Changqing was dispelled, and the scene in front of him came into view.

And the scene he saw made countless cultivators outside the mirror horrified!

On the wasteland, there are corpses and dead bones everywhere, piled up into mountains, and the ground is blood-colored. It is conceivable that once in this homeland, blood flowed into rivers.

This is an extremely terrifying scene. I don't know how many souls have died before it has the scale it is today.

The withered bones are continuous, gloomy into pieces, and between the roots of the withered bones, mysterious lines are engraved.

It is the divine pattern that Gu Changqing saw before.

It was not a pattern, but a divine pattern etched on the bones, once in the blood, in the bones and muscles of these dead creatures.