Eternal Sacred King

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The martial arts deity controls the body shape, stands in the air, looks around, and at the same time spreads out the spiritual sense, and probes the surrounding movement.

The surrounding environment is gloomy and gloomy, there are no sun, moon and stars above the head, and some few light sources come from all kinds of strange vegetation.

Some tall trees are pitch black and luxuriant branches, but most of the leaves are pitch black as ink.

Only a few leaves radiate a gleam of light from time to time, and in the gloomy environment, they light up and darkly, and they look quite permeating!

In the darkness in the distance, a large shadow appeared faintly, motionless, like many huge ancient behemoths, hidden in the depths of the darkness.

In the quiet and dark environment, it looks extremely gloomy!

On the ground not far away, there was a little fist-sized faint green fire, like a ghost fire.

The martial arts deity took a concentrated look and subconsciously squinted his eyes.

Below those groups of ghost fires, there were fragments of white bones, and there were many slashing and biting traces on them, which shows how fierce battles broke out here.

The martial arts deity felt a little bit.

Although there is some vitality in the surroundings, it is obviously much thinner than the heavens.

Of course, it is far better than Long Yuanxing.

However, this kind of heaven and earth vitality is also mixed with a dark and gloomy power, which is different from the heaven and earth vitality of the heavens.

The martial artist felt as if he had come to a strange world.

This world is not only incompatible with the environment of the heavenly realm, but also completely different from the atmosphere of the entire upper realm!

Looking at it, even the vegetation and martial arts deity here have never seen it in the upper realm. Everything is strange and weird.

"Where is this?"

The martial arts deity frowned slightly.

He felt it carefully, and had completely lost contact with Qinglian's real body.

Normally, he is in control of the prison guard, and even if he is in the **** of Abi, he can always maintain a feeling with Qinglian's real body.

After falling here, he was completely disconnected from the outside world.

The martial arts deity mobilized the power of the sky and punched casually.

The surrounding void trembled, and a crack emerged, revealing the spatial tunnel inside.

The martial arts deity stepped in.

It didn't take long for another piece of void to crack open, and the martial arts deity walked out of the space tunnel, frowning secretly.

Something is wrong.

Although he could tear the void and carry out spatial teleportation at any time, he still could not return to the great **** of Abi, let alone return to the heaven.

Between him and the big **** of Abi, there is an unbreakable barrier!

"How could this be?"

The martial arts deity looked around while thinking.

He had just carried out a space teleportation, and he had already come near the tall shadow he saw first.

Only when I got close, I could see clearly that these majestic shadows hidden in the darkness were large stretches of lofty mountains that could not see the edge.

The martial arts deity didn't think much about it, but his gaze swept over the nearest mountain inadvertently, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly!

On that mountain, there are corpses everywhere, all kinds of creatures, not only humans, but also other races, the corpses cover the entire mountain!

What a common mountain in front of me, but a mountain of **** corpses!

The martial arts deity spreads out the spiritual consciousness, and continues to spread outward.

In these endless mountains, corpses are everywhere, under the steep mountains, bones pile up!

There are even some creatures, not long after they have just fallen, the flesh and blood on their bodies have not rotted.

The terrible thing is that the lofty mountains within thousands of miles shrouded by the spirit of the martial arts deity are all in such a tragic situation.

This is a ridge of corpses!

At this moment, in the sense of the martial arts deity, more than a hundred monks were seen galloping towards him.

These monks were not surprised by the Shishan Bone Ridge around them, they seemed to have long been accustomed to them, and they seemed to be locals.

"There is movement over there. Let's go over and take a look. We just laid down the Crying Soul Ridge, but don't be taken advantage of by other forces."

"Hey, the underworld is exhausted, resources are scarce, and cultivation is getting harder and harder."

"I don't know if there is still a chance to become a jailer in this life, to have his own territory, to command thousands of jailers and countless beauties."

"Guardian? Don't expect it, we will be the life of a jailer in this life. With such frequent battles and killings in Beiling, it would be nice to survive for a few more years."

"Even if you cultivate to the prison general, you may not be able to live long? The lord of Cry Soul Ridge before was not ruled by our lord!"

Hearing these conversations, the martial arts deity frowned slightly.

Underworld?

Jailer, jailer?

Crying Soul Ridge, Beiling?

Crying Soul Ridge and Beiling should be the names of places, but what is the underworld, jailer, and jailer in the mouth of these monks?

Since ascending to the upper realm, the deity of martial arts has spent most of his time practicing in retreat.

But he had browsed the secret techniques of the upper realm, and in the **** of Abi alone, there were countless inheritances of three thousand realms handed down.

In these inheritances, there has never been any underworld or jailer.

In the perception of the martial arts deity, the cultivation level of the more than one hundred monks has its own level.

The lower ones are probably Xuanxian, and the taller ones are some celestial celestial beings. The monk headed by them should have the cultivation base of the ninth-order celestial celestial being.

Moreover, the martial arts deity noticed that although these monks are in human form, there are some subtle differences.

The pupils of these monks are all brown, perhaps due to the lack of light sources, their skin looks a little pale and a lot less bloody.

The bodies of these monks also exudes a gloomy and cold breath, which is very similar to the surrounding environment.

This kind of breath has never been seen before in the upper realm.

He didn't know anything about this place, and was looking for someone to inquire about it.

At this point, the martial arts deity greeted this group of people.

"Commander Cui, this time Lord Lord lays down the Crying Soul Ridge, how many dark stones can we divide?" A monk asked with a grin in the crowd.

"Don't worry, you are indispensable."

Commander Cui said lightly.

"Head, look, someone over there!"

At this moment, several monks pointed to a man in purple robe who had stepped into the air from a distance, and reminded them.

"What kind of cultivation level is this person, why can't he find out?"

"I also wear a mask to cover up."

"Head, how do I feel, this person's body exudes a sense of irritation, not like us from Beiling?"

"Looking like a fat sheep, there may be a lot of dark stones on his body."

Several monks whispered.

Commander Cui looked at the man in the purple robe not far away, squinted his eyes slightly, and said in a voice transmission: "Look at my instructions for a while, I will explore the bottom first, if it is a stranger, kill him first!"

"If there is a Mingshi, our brothers will divide it first!"

"understand!"

The cultivators hurriedly responded, licking their lips, their eyes lit up, their expressions a little excited.

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