Pagoda Immortality

Lu Li didn't know what Yuwen Wen meant by the change of the sky, but at this moment his heart was beating very fast. He nodded without hesitation and ran wildly towards the south.

He could run very fast so that Yuwen Wen couldn't see his back.

But Lu Li didn't do that. He tried his best to let the other party keep up with him, because he always felt that 'this guy is not simple'. With him by his side, it was like having an extra guiding light.

Yuwen Wen was very tired, but he didn't dare to stop. While running desperately, the low-grade spirit stones in his hand became dim one after another. After throwing them away, he took out new spirit stones and held them in his hand again.

His heart beat faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out.

Finally escaping from the range of Fengmoyuan, he couldn't help but look back. It was this look that made him feel scared and screamed: Run fast--!

Lu Li heard the voice and knew that the other party must have seen something incredible. While running, he couldn't help but look back. At this glance, his pupils suddenly contracted.

It was a pitch-black arm that was tens of miles high, standing upright in the Sealed Demon Abyss like a giant pillar. The arm was filled with black air, and the rippling hair was two or three feet long.

At the top of the giant pillar, five pointed fingers were like steel, and the sharp nails several feet long were shining like divine weapons.

As the giant hand stood up, the monstrous black air began to spread outward.

In the middle of the grassland, the disciples of various sects who had not yet evacuated were instantly enveloped by the black air. They lay on the ground, covering their necks and rolling around, wailing in pain, and in a short while they turned into mummies!

The major sect leaders were horrified and flew wildly with their weapons.

Boom!

The pitch-black arm seemed to have eyes, and it slammed down on the sky at several foundation-building masters who were running in one direction.

The speed of several foundation-building cultivators was not slow, but the moment the giant hand slapped down, they seemed to be restrained and unable to move. They could only watch the giant hand of several miles in radius crushing them until they lost consciousness.

With one slap, the earth shattered, and the eight foundation-building masters were directly slapped into meat paste, and then quickly melted into the black palm.

The black air became thicker.

Seeing this scene, the remaining foundation-building masters were scalp-tingling, and the people who were originally running in one direction scattered to avoid becoming the target.

"Hehehe... Not one can escape."

There was a creepy laugh from the dark arm. With a light jump, it was already dozens of miles away, and then it swept across the sky and grabbed Li Xuanyang in its hand.

"Spare..."

Puff, Li Xuanyang was crushed into meat paste before he finished speaking, and turned into mud and ash a moment later, floating down from the black hand. A dignified middle-stage foundation-building master, a sect leader, was crushed to death like an ant.

This scene made Yan An, the head of Xuanjian Sect, who was not far away, feel sad and desperate.

However, he soon stopped feeling so much, because the black hand jumped up again after absorbing Li Xuanyang's flesh and blood, and grabbed him in his hand.

The Wanli Fengmo Abyss, on this day, turned directly into a purgatory on earth, with shriveled and terrifying corpses everywhere. The few monks who escaped by chance were either crazy or sluggish, and they were completely out of the spirit when they first entered the Fengmo Abyss.

Fortunately, those foundation-building masters flying in the sky seemed to attract the attention of the magic hand, which allowed them to breathe.

Boom!

Another palm fell, and the hundred-foot peak was flattened directly. The three foundation-building masters of the Demon Sect attracted the attention of the black hand because they were too close, and they became dead souls under the palm without any resistance.

The feeling of being stared at made Qin Feng, who was running fast, stand on end. He turned around mechanically and looked at the giant hand raised high behind him, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

That's right, he is no longer afraid of death, but he has some regrets.

His daughter is still alive, but it's a pity that he will never see her again after just a brief glimpse.

He slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

However, he waited for a long time, but he didn't wait. In his opinion, it should be a long time, because this black hand never hesitates to kill people, and almost every killing is completed in an instant.

So, he slowly opened his eyes again and looked at the black hand standing in front of him. He found that the other party seemed to be looking at him. While he was puzzled, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope. He hurriedly saluted respectfully and said something he had never said before: "Senior, spare my life!"

Although he was not afraid of death, he didn't want to die yet.

The demonic energy around the black hand flickered, and then a cold voice came, "Waste, get out!"

After saying that, Qin Feng waved his hand casually, and he turned into a small black dot and flew straight back like a kite with a broken string.

"Hehe, I finally came out, Xuantian, wait for my wrath after my return! Hohoho..."

The black air around the giant hand surged, and while laughing wildly, it leaped up and jumped out for dozens of miles, and after a while, it was out of the range of the Demon Sealing Abyss.

The land of Lingzhou was in disaster.

The black air surged wherever the giant hand passed, and the land swept by the black air was covered with withered grass and yellow trees, and corpses were everywhere. No matter whether it was the monsters in the mountains or the ordinary people, none of them were spared from being drained of blood and flesh.

The sky seemed to darken with the appearance of the black hand. Heavy rain poured down. The people in an ancient city were desperately fleeing in the rain. The black hand that fell from the sky above the ancient city made them scream.

The rain mixed with blood, and the pungent smell flowed in the streets and alleys. The flying building debris pierced the bodies of the people who had no time to dodge. One by one, they fell unwillingly on the long street, splashing a large amount of scarlet blood.

"God, please show up and save us..." At the door of the cabin, a woman holding a baby knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, trying to beg the immortals in the mountains to help.

"Please show up, drive away this demon, and give me peace in Lingzhou City..." The angry city lord knelt in the rain outside the hall and cried to the sky.

"Gods, please show up, poof...!"

"..."

In every corner of Lingzhou City, desperate people still have fantasies about the secluded immortals, but they don't know that these immortals have already met the King of Hell.

The giant hand seemed to enjoy this scene very much. While taking pictures, it laughed wildly: "Despair, shout, the sky can't help you, all of you die...hahaha..."

In a moment, a prosperous ancient city with a population of hundreds of thousands was left with only ruins and countless shriveled corpses soaked in the rain, which looked particularly sad.

The rain was still falling.

The black hand did not stop, and whistled and leaped towards the next ancient city...