Chapter 907

In the depths of the earth, mud surged like waves, like an abyss and purgatory, boundless. Here, the chains are vertical and horizontal, with complex interspersed. Each chain is flashing black light and surging with wonderful but powerful energy.

A blood jade like skeleton floats quietly in the deep mud. The jade skeleton is crystal like a precious jade, blooming with a bright red luster. The skeleton tilts its head slightly, as if to see through the heavy mud and look up at the sky. It is surrounded by mysterious energy, and the blood mist is steaming. Occasionally, it shows a vague image of a woman, but it is blurred.

All the chains were woven around the bones into a terrible net.

Qin Ming thought he was going to die, but when he opened his eyes, it was such a picture.

Is this blood jade skeleton the woman?

The mysterious power around the skeleton is like her soul, which has revived over ten thousand years. She is exploring Qin's life and looking for a sense of familiarity to awaken her.

"Elder... Who are you... Why did you bring me here?"

Qin Ming was finally able to speak, but his heart was shocked. This woman was also sealed up ten thousand years ago? Over ten thousand years, she still has such fierce power. What kind of person should she be? Even qingluan's precious bones are just one of the many magic soldiers who suppress her.

The bones floated in front of Qin's life, without the tyranny and the momentum of monarching the world. The blood jade like luster was silent and dim, and the mysterious energy was relatively enhanced.

Xiao Zu opened his eyes in the turtle shell and a faint light flickered. What happened ten thousand years ago? The old witch was one of the planners of the chaotic military era. Why was she sealed! Who can seal her?

Who calculated on her? Years are boundless, the road is ruthless, and even her once powerful has become a pile of dead bones, silent in the endless mud.

But what did she call Qin's life for? There are so many heroes and talents outside. Why did you choose Qin Ming? Xiao Zu silently explored the outside, but he didn't dare to show up. Although ten thousand years have passed, the seal of exile is still very strong, especially the core of this seal, which entrenches the power of "chaos". It doesn't want to be suppressed here when it is about to leave the turtle shell.

"Elder... Why did you bring me here?" Qin's life is bitter. The island should have disappeared. I don't know if Yueqing and them escaped. They should be sad. Qin Ming tried to activate the martial arts, but the spiritual power in his body flowed calmly and was out of control. Even the thunder toad in the air sea seemed to become very quiet.

Am I going to keep this pile of bones from now on? How long can I live? If I die, what will Yueqing do? There was no sound or living thing in the muddy abyss, except the mud, which was a chain and lifeless. Qin Ming's consciousness gradually fainted. He tried to hold up his eyelids, but his sight became more and more hazy. The mud wrapped the golden light around him and spread to the skin. It began with both hands and wound around his arms, eroding the flesh and cold the soul.

Qin Ming fought hard, but neither consciousness nor spiritual power was under control. Even the golden blood seemed to flow a lot slower.

I don't know how long later, the blood jade skeleton was dim, lost its luster and turned into a withered bone, while the mysterious energy was strong and fiery, turned into a fog, floated to Qin Ming, coiled around his eyebrows and condensed into a mysterious blood pattern.

Qin Ming trembled like a lightning strike, and his consciousness fell into darkness. Before he fainted, he only heard an ethereal whisper.

"Flesh and blood is paper, origami is a boat."

"Point the soul as a lamp, cross... Ten thousand years of time and space..."

"I'm waiting for you in Jiuyi mountain Qianqiu palace..."

"Be sure to come..."

The green fog outside the island is surging and churning, like the ocean under the strong wind, surging and irritable. The thick fog rises like a raging wave, like a volcano in the distance. The violent scene makes countless people feel the pressure on their faces, and they are glad they didn't rush in rashly. The roar and loud noise from the inside seemed to wake up the sleeping monster, surging out of the sea and impacting everyone's nerves.

What the hell is this place? Is it the tomb of qingluan zhanzun?

Why is it like a dusty purgatory! Will history repeat itself and the people who go in will never come out again? The elders of the sea clan, Dihuang Island, shengquanmen, and many other strong clans and factions are anxiously waiting. The big demons of the demon clan are also entrenched on one side, waiting for their offspring.

Waiting anxiously outside, there was also a sad escape scene inside.

From the opening of the island to the present, nearly 30000 people and demons have rushed in from front to back. Thousands of people and demons have died miserably due to various accidents. There are still more than 20000 people left, as well as countless spirit demons living on the island. At this moment, they are running away, ignoring their dignity and image, staring at the far side, desperately dispersing the mud tide and running recklessly.

However, the torrential rain poured down, the earth trembled, and more and more mud spread over the knees, swallowing everything. A large number of people and demons were ruthlessly swallowed, screaming and desperate wailing. They can be seen everywhere on the island, just like a hell on earth.

Someone tried to save his companion, but he was dragged down, plunged into the mud and sank with a wail.

Some people went crazy and ran on other people's shoulders, but they were severely lifted out and plunged into the mud.

Someone rushed to the sky, caught raptors and drove them away from the island as soon as possible.

The area of the island is so large that it is almost impossible to reach the end in one breath. The rainstorm is all over the sky, and the mud is churning and getting stronger and stronger.

Some people kneel on the ground in despair, roar and cry, but the sky is ruthless. No one will listen to their despair, and the mud is ruthlessly swallowed.

Some people are in a panic. They step into the river covered with mud and fall into it in the twinkling of an eye. It is useless to release martial arts madly.

Birds of prey, spirit birds and those who can resist the sky, after a difficult escape, rushed to the edge first, but what was waiting for them was the same boiling green fog, but at this time, no one could care so much, biting their teeth and hard scalp rushed in.

The sensation of "qingluan historic site" lasted from early morning to noon. Only more than 700 humans and more than 1000 spirit demons escaped. All the rest were sealed on the island forever with the disappearance of the island and isolated from the real world.

Such shocking figures not only made it difficult to determine the people who escaped, but also made the people waiting outside cold. Although they were not completely destroyed as they were a thousand years ago, this was a prepared exploration, and the number was more than twice that of a thousand years ago. Even so, less than two thousand escaped alive.

This makes it impossible for many people eager to try to rob the treasure. There are too few people, and most of the people who escape are sect disciples and strong family heirs with secret treasures.