"Come on!!!" The loose cultivator wearing a brown robe stared at red eyes, and waved his red spear frantically, like a madman, "Come and kill Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu has seen it clearly! What bullshit Shanhai Pavilion! What bullshit Buddha! All of them are like birds! You just don't want us to enter Meicheng! You just want to kill us!"

The brown-haired Sanxiu laughed hysterically, opened a flying sword with a spear, and rushed towards another Shanhai disciple who was holding a sword in his hand.

"Come on! Come and kill your grandfather!"

Li Feng attacked from behind, and the brown-haired Sanxiu who had just rushed out two steps made a thud, and fell to the ground heavily. The Shanhai disciple who had a big hole in his throat, his face was blue and purple, his eyes were all white, he was sluggishly and terribly grasped, and he ate at him.

"...God!"

The scalp of the Shanhai disciple who was holding the knife in his hands was numb, and the terrifying scene in front of him showed that at this moment, even the cultivator would become a walking corpse on the spot - the sky is above! What exactly happened here?

Fear has exploded.

The order in front of the city gate has been completely out of control, and no one knows what happened, but in this situation, the city gate that is close at hand has become the only way to survive. The crowd shouted, pushed and crowded, desperately trying to escape into the city. Twenty or thirty Shanhaige disciples alone are completely unable to control the situation.

But the unexpected happened...

"Close the city gate! Shut the city gate! Don't let them in! If they come in, we're all done! We're all done!"

The refugees who had already entered the city gate looked at the mixed crowd, the living corpses that were constantly biting, and screamed. Dozens of hundreds of people pushed the heavy iron-clad city gate together, trying to close the city gate. . The person who finally broke through the gate of the city turned into a defender, kicking and kicking, blocking the refugees behind.

In the sound of cursing, the city gate that was only a few feet long was instantly reduced to a battlefield of cannibalism.

The riot was so horrific that corpses piled up in mountains in the blink of an eye.

The disciples of Shanhaige who were ordered to guard the gate of the city stepped on their swords in the air, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

In horror, the horn sounded.

The sound of the trumpet came from the direction of the City Zhusi, and the sound of the horns of the ancient cow was like a big Lu, shaking the cold air. The crowd, wrapped in fear and anger, was shocked by the sound of the horn and stood still. In the sound of the horn, the White Jade Golden Pavilion flew slowly from outside Meicheng—the treasure ship in the cloud that carried Zuo Yuesheng to Xizhou.

The treasure ship in the cloud, as huge as a small city, passed over everyone's heads.

The machine is activated, and the gear turns.

One after another golden locks popped out, with sinking stone anchors tied at the ends, and crashed down to the inner and outer sides of the city gate, fixing the treasure ship in the cloud above the north city tower. Immediately after, the nine-layered pavilion, which was as delicate as a rotor of eight treasures, turned, and the blue-gold glazed top was radiant and swaying in all directions.

Immortals shed light, and Sanskrit sounds fell heavily.

A plume of black smoke rose up.

One by one, the walking corpses that devoured the living were smashed into the snow again.

The commotion and slaughter in front of the city gate could be calmed down a little. The refugees crowded in the city gate road backed away, and the refugees outside the city gate rushed forward one after another. But before many people squeezed forward, a silver cloak deacon got off the treasure ship, waved his robe sleeves, and boomed.

The gates are closed.

However.

The name of the city has not yet ended, and it screams mournfully.

In the land of twelve continents, the cities have bells, and the ponds have numbers. The bells in all directions rang, announcing that the Miasma Moon had passed, and the four fields had opened. The horn sound is completely opposite to the meaning of the square clock, and the horn sounds miasma. "Boom", I don't know who's knee hit the icy blood, one, two, three... refugee Wu Yau fell to his knees.

After a brief silence, desperate cries drowned out the wind.

On the horizon in the distance, the thick black miasma surged and pushed, like a rushing tide. In the miasma fog, the shadows are chaotic, and countless shadows overlap.

——Since the dark night, the largest disaster in the world broke out.

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"...It really came."

Zuo Yuesheng put down the telescope made of ice glaze.

It is not him who drives the treasure ship in the cloud, but the monk Budu.

Zuo Yuesheng and Lao Tiangong led the disciples of Tiangongfu to race against time on Tianchi Mountain in Meicheng. At present, the "Pure Land of Tianchi" that Xizhou literati and poets often praised has changed: blast furnaces stand at the foot of the mountain, and from time to time, there are skyfires that are attracted, covering the ridge like rain. Dark red flames spewed out from the mouth of the furnace day and night, and the melting and luminous silver essence chalcedony flowed continuously into the large array gully carved in advance by the Qiu Bo lamp.

The rolling heat wave melted most of the snow in Tianchi Mountain.

Snow water confluences into rivers and waterfalls, and Bai Lian generally splashes down from the steep cliffs, forming the anchoring trajectory of the star array. The ancient plums on the mountain continuously attract the anger underground and become the nodes of the star table array. At the foot of the mountain, the air of mortals became a floating dust.

The mountains and rivers move.

Only the top of the Tianchi Lake, there is a lake with Tianshui, the lake is covered with light, and it is as quiet as a silver mirror.

"These guys really don't even breathe."

Lao Tiangong sat on the rock beside Tianchi, smoking dry cigarettes.

He was bare-chested, revealing the muscles of a horned dragon. The snow on the top of the mountain has not melted, the cold wind is cold, but hot white air is rising around him, as if the whole person is a melting pot.

"It's better to count on them to give us a breather than to hope that the Great Wilderness will perish by itself, and what they have to do is much easier than us." Said, Zuo Yuesheng laughed to himself, "No wonder Lu Jing is always nagging, the characters in the storybook. As soon as he goes crazy, his strength doubles... In this world, it is much easier to be a bad embryo than a good person."