Doomsday Sanctuary

Di Ping entered the gate of the holy land, feeling like a gate into the star realm. There was a wave of spatial energy fluctuations, and his eyes changed like a kaleidoscope of nine-color halo. The next moment, his eyes brightened, and he had appeared in a new world.

This is a deserted land, you can't see the side at a glance, the sky is scorching high, and the air is hot and the earth is beating like flames, giving him the feeling of burning.

However, the vitality in the dry air is astonishingly rich, purer than the heaven and earth vitality mixed with the power of chaos on the battlefield of ten thousand realms, and it is refreshing to take a breath.

Di Ping was not in a hurry to act. He quietly released his spiritual thoughts, and wanted to check this space, but his face sank, and his powerful spiritual thoughts could not expand here by a hundred miles.

He tried to fly again. The more he raised the pressure, the greater the pressure. When he reached a kilometer, he would bear more than ten times the pressure on the ground. If he wanted to fly in the sky for a long time, it would be more difficult, let alone tearing. The rifting void teleported.

Sure enough, it was almost the same as Yuanshou and Yuanshou said. The Magic Mist Holy Land can only fly at low altitudes or move on the ground. If you want to fly at high altitudes and arrive quickly, you don't have to think about it.

It's a pity that every time the Magic Mist Holy Land is opened, the environment changes, so there is no map at all, so I can only find it on my own, but Di Ping is not afraid.

When he moved his hand, the sword sharpening order appeared in his hand, and when the sword sharpening order came out, the horse was suspended in the air, and the arrow pointed in one direction. Di Ping looked over. There was a vast desert in front of him. The ground was burning like flames, and the space was distorted. Look far.

He glanced around and found no one. It seemed that those who followed him in might have spread to other areas.

He put away the sword sharpening order, moved his body, and flew out, like a big bird flying low in the sky, treading on the sand without a trace, breathless for a thousand meters, silent, not even a trace of air fluctuations.

However, not long after Di Ping left, a figure appeared not far from Di Ping just now.

This is a mid-level real person. As soon as he landed, the weapon was in his hand. He looked around vigilantly and found that there was no danger, so he let out a sigh of relief.

boom!

At this moment, the desert suddenly exploded, and a huge earthworm-like monster rushed out of the sand. Reality Zhong Jie's face changed drastically, and his body rushed up, but the next moment he was bitten by the monster. The sharp-toothed mouthparts were pressed down, and there was a sudden bang, blood bursting, and a stern and stern roar across the world for a short time.

The monster rushed into the desert and disappeared. There was only a piece of blood and a few fragments of broken armor on the sand, but it was swallowed by the sand and disappeared without a trace.

In a mountain forest, a figure appeared. It was a real person of Seven Tribulations. He was holding a long knife. He had just landed, and he hadn't waited to stand still. At this moment, a black light flashed, and he had no time to react. The next moment, there was blood on his forehead. The hole appeared, but no blood spurted out.

The corpse stood still, with a stiff expression on his face, as if he had been extremely frightened, and then was petrified in an instant. His eyes quickly changed to a black color, and his skin was drying out at a terrifying speed, and it would have changed in a short time. Skin and bones, with only a thin yellow-gray skin on his face, like a mummy.

Click!

Suddenly, there was a cracking sound, the corpse broke like fragments, the gray dead bones fell into countless pieces, the skin turned into fly ash and fell, and a black monster slowly crawled into the thick leaves and disappeared.

In a mountain range, a waterfall fell from a high mountain cliff and smashed into the pool below, splashing countless water splashes. The pool was only two or three hundred meters in size, but no water was flowing out of it. end.

Puff!

Suddenly, with a sound, a figure fell into the pool.

The man struggled to float to the surface from the bottom of the water, wiped the water off his face, looked around, his body jumped out of the water, and at this moment, a huge black shadow under the water flashed.

This person suddenly exploded with cold hair and was about to rush out of the pool, but it was too late when a huge black basilisk rushed out of the water, the huge sharp mouth combined, bit this person, and suddenly blood shot.

boom!

The huge head of the basilisk fell into the pool again, arousing water in the sky, and then a piece of blood melted in the water, and the surface of the lake gradually calmed down.

A lonely ancient temple stands in the valley. I don't know how many years have passed. The mottled marks on the walls remind the signs of the years, and the steps are thick with dead leaves.

At this moment, a figure appeared from the void and fell in front of the palace.

This person was thirty years old, and he felt the breath should be a venerable person. He fell in front of the temple, and a long sword came into his hand instantly, his eyes swept around vigilantly, no danger was found, and he looked at the palace in front of him.

There was joy in his eyes, and he heard that it was the easiest thing to get good things in the sacred place of phantom fog, in the palace.

With a wave of his palm, all the leaves and dust on the steps in front of the palace were swept away, revealing the bluestone steps. He swept around with his mind and found no danger. Only then did he cautiously walk up the steps and came to the door with The sword in his hand gently pushed open the door.

His gaze fell in the hall, and the shadows in the hall were extremely simple. After looking at it, his gaze fell on a medicine cauldron in the hall, and the light of the medicine cauldron was slightly fluctuating, exuding an aura familiar to him.

His eyes suddenly brightened, and he said in surprise:

"Tianzun Pill Furnace!"

However, after he was ecstatic, he did not rush in directly, but was extremely careful. He swept the hall clean with a wave of his hand and found that there was no prohibition, so he stepped forward and opened the medicine cauldron carefully.

Hum!

Suddenly, a golden light flashed, and a round golden pill flew out.

"Go there!"

His face changed, his huge will exploded and enveloped the entire hall. The pill flew to the door but was finally trapped. Seeing that the pill was trapped, his eyes burst with excitement, the heavenly-class pill, unexpectedly. There is such a good opportunity to come.

And at this moment, a huge will suddenly came, and his will was broken in an instant, and the golden core shot out. At this time, a figure appeared, grabbing the pill in his hand.

"Haha, yes, I got a Tianzun medicine as soon as I arrived!"

A figure appeared in the sky, and suddenly laughed excitedly when he looked at the pill in his hand.

And the venerable eyes were red instantly, and he shouted angrily:

"Golden core back to me!"

And the black-clothed man swept his gaze towards him, and the next moment he saw the pill furnace in the hall, joy suddenly burst into his eyes, and said excitedly:

"Tianzun Grade Pill Furnace!"

But the venerable face changed, and he stretched out his hand to grab the pill furnace and said anxiously:

"this is mine!"

"roll!"

With a deep drink, a terrifying Tianzun's will burst out, and a majestic energy blasted, Tianzun hurried to block, but was instantly bombarded, hitting the wall behind him, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Tianzun grabbed the Tianzun Pill Furnace, put it away, glanced at the Venerable who fell on the ground and spurted blood, and said:

"For the sake of finding two treasures for your deity, spare your life!"

After finishing speaking, he disappeared into the hall as soon as he flashed, and the venerable hand covered his chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face was full of anger.

Such scenes are constantly happening in the sacred place of the magic fog. Although the sacred place of the magic fog is extremely dangerous, there are no ten people who enter each time, but everyone who goes out gains a lot. This is the coexistence of danger and interests.

The cultivator is constantly fighting against the heavens, against the earth, against the people, for opportunities, and if they win, they will go farther, and if they lose, everything will return to zero.