Chapter 840

The three statues rumbled like gods and towering like mountains. They stirred the tide and the sea with both hands, disturbing the ocean transformed by the chart, and the huge sound shook the sky and the sea. They dragged the huge waves layer by layer, continuously surging, hitting the cyan fog in the chart. They moved the large and small islands, like stars, across the sea and hitting, hitting the cyan fog.

With the spiritual power of countless people, the three statues seem to turn the chart into an Ocean battlefield, pulling the power of the ocean and attacking the qingluan historic site.

The riot was magnificent and shocking.

The upper battlefield spread to the lower sea area, the vast sea overturned, huge waves surged, countless ships were swallowed, and a large number of fighters were involved in the seabed.

Qin Ming was stunned. It was not a chart, but rather a mysterious array. It could not be the layout of the three of them, but the result of the concerted efforts of countless people! Qin Ming suddenly had a guess that this was the Revenge of the people trapped in the qingluan monument thousands of years ago, and the revenge spanning thousands of years. Thousands of years ago, the historic site of qingluan disappeared. They had no way to escape and no way to survive. They injected all their efforts and resentments into this remnant picture in order to revenge later.

In the East, the qingluan historic site finally shows its authenticity. It's too big, like an archipelago, full of vision. I don't know it's hundreds of miles, shocking. Qingluan historic site is shrouded in the towering green fog. It is as vast as the sea. You can vaguely see the huge qingluan animal shadow in it. A frightening ferocity spreads between the sky and the sea. Countless people are creepy and dare not face it.

The sea chart battlefield is becoming more and more intense. The green fog around the qingluan historic site is affected and becomes weaker and weaker, as if it is frantically consumed by some force.

People look at the high-altitude chart battlefield, and then look at the ancient sites of qingluan in the East. Their expressions are very strange, as if they were the angry war, catharsis and revenge of those souls who crossed time and space thousands of years ago.

However, the chart has existed for thousands of years, and its soul power and energy are seriously consumed. Even if tens of thousands of people's soul power is injected, it is not enough to reproduce the original ferocity, and the qingluan historic site will not be destroyed so easily. Suddenly, the green Luan animal shadow in the depths of the green fog roared, and its wings vibrated. It was earth shaking. A huge energy erupted from the inside, and the green fog was strong again, surging like the sea.

The three statues suddenly stopped their activities, gradually faded, disappeared, sighed, ethereal and empty, echoing in everyone's ears. A vengeance, spanning thousands of years, weak... Powerless... It is an empty dream after all.

The chart collapses and loses its brilliance. Without the wonders of the vast sea, it falls from the sky in pieces. The remnant pictures are dim and yellow.

The chart is no longer, but the qingluan historic site actually appears in front of us. It floats quietly in the distance. There is no great momentum or strange changes, but it brings a terrible sense of oppression to everyone.

Tens of thousands of people and countless spirit demons are staring at the qingluan historic site like the islands. No one moves forward and is surprisingly quiet.

All the holy weapons are rational and do not act rashly. They are eager to get the Lingbao in the qingluan monument, but they cherish their lives more. The tragedy thousands of years ago has been widely spread until now. None of the people who went in came out. Looking at the three portraits' revenge across the millennium and crazy obsession, we can imagine their despair at that time. Even Lord huangquan is trapped inside. What will happen if we go in? It is not easy for them to enter the holy land. Everyone wants to make further progress, but they never want to die easily.

However, when the holy warriors pondered silently, the people below the holy warrior began to be ready to move. For all martial artists, entering the holy warrior is a lifelong pursuit, like a fierce flame, burning all the time. Jin's entry into Wu Sheng is not only the pursuit of Wu Dao, but also represents the supreme status and countless treasures. However, how difficult this step is, there must be a great opportunity, and the size of the opportunity directly determines the future achievements after entering the martial saint.

After half an hour of silence, someone finally summoned up the courage to go forward by boat and close to the qingluan monument. If someone takes the lead, someone follows. More and more people act and help more people make up their minds.

When the first group of people disappeared into the fog, there was no accident, at least no scream. The people behind summoned up their courage and rushed to the qingluan monument one after another. In the end, thousands of boats competed, crossed the sea at full speed, and broke into the fog in all directions.

Qin ordered them to take a boat to get close to the qingluan historic site. They swept a handful of green fog across the air and found nothing unusual. They were relieved to break in.

In the distance, the team of Hai nationality noticed that after Qin ordered them to enter, they also acted one after another and broke into the qingluan monument.

"Be careful and be alert around."

"Try to hold your breath and don't breathe in the green fog."

"Each person defends one direction and beware of the sea clan's sneak attack."

"In case of attack, fight back immediately and show no mercy."

Qin ordered them to remind each other, especially to guard against the sea clan.

Now entering the qingluan historic site, no one will restrain. There is resentment and revenge. Whoever leaves alive is the winner, regardless of conspiracy or conspiracy.

The green fog is thick, and the visibility is almost less than half a meter. Not only the vision is limited, but also the divine consciousness can not be expanded. It seems to be trapped in some kind of mud, but also the surroundings are very quiet. The more you go inside, the more quiet it is, and you can't even hear the sound of the waves.

"Something's wrong here..." Qin Minggang was about to turn back. He was surprised to find that the white tiger around him was gone, and Yueqing who followed him was gone: "who's still there! Call me back!"

The hull floated forward quietly, but there seemed to be no one on board, not even a movement.

The hull suddenly cracked, like hitting a reef, or being violently attacked by something. It shook violently and quickly, and fell apart in an instant. Qin Ming spread his wings and soared into the air, vigilant around, but to his surprise, although the hull cracked, the sound was not big, as if the blue fog could absorb the sound. Tong Xin and Tong Yan also disappeared. They didn't hear anything and didn't see anyone.

Qin Mingzhen opened the thunder tide and tried to attract other people's attention, but the thunder tide weakened rapidly after breaking into the green fog and disappeared completely within five meters.

"Xiao Zu! Help me find out where the others are." Qin ordered the turtle to take it out of the collar and put it on his shoulder.

The little turtle shook his head and looked around at the fog. His face was at a loss. He couldn't find anything. He didn't even have the familiar smell of white tiger.

Qin Ming floated in the air for a while and turned around, hoping to meet several people, but he was disappointed. He turned and turned within a hundred meters, and didn't even meet a personal shadow. What made him more alert was that he didn't even have a sense of direction, as if he were trapped in the abyss of thick fog, and there was green fog in his vision.

"Go forward!" Xiao Zu reminded Qin Ming that even if he was so close, his voice was still subtle like mosquitoes and flies when it penetrated Qin Ming's ears.

Xiao Zu is also interested in the qingluan monument. There is a "demon Zun" buried in it. I don't know what's the difference from the "demon Zun" in that era ten thousand years ago, but since he dares to call it "Zun", it will never be simple.