Chapter 480

The earth yellow giant planet is at least 100 times the diameter of the earth. It seems to be in front of you. However, Yang Qiu flew his sword for a month before he really saw the shape of the planet.

He also saw what the weapon that pierced the whole planet looked like.

It was a nine story tower. The spire at one end came out of the huge planet, but more tower bodies were completely submerged into the planet.

The radioactive meteorites are like stars floating in this sea of stars.

Yang Qiu was amazed.

Along the way, he did not know how many meteorites, broken planets and countless skeletons he avoided. These dead bones are not rotten at all. It's like they just died yesterday. They are all lifelike.

The middle-aged man was right. The strength of those dead people and gods and beasts surpassed the concept of immortality. The weakest ones were indeed the first product of Da Luo Jinxian. They died the most miserably. That feeling was like being slapped and killed a large area.

The strength of those divine beasts is so much higher than these great Luo Jinxian that Yang Qiu can't guess. Some of them were killed by weapons, and some died with the enemy.

Yang Qiu is no stranger to their enemy.

Some of them are very tall and handsome, with a vertical blood line in the middle of their eyebrows. Some are very ugly, and they are full of endless evil and death.

The Tianzu, Shura and evil ghost families among the eight heavenly dragons taught in the West.

When Yang Qiu separated a little, the middle-aged man in the chaotic space suddenly exclaimed:

"Be careful!"

Yang Qiu was shocked, but it was too late.

He suddenly seemed to be torn by a huge force. He didn't have any feeling that he could control. He roared and directly hit the huge earthy yellow planet.

He is now at least a thousand kilometers away from the planet, but he is attracted by a strange gravity.

This earthy yellow planet has long lost all its vitality. Even its core has been exploded. How can it have gravity?

But he did.

Yang Qiu was scared to death.

The gravity of the planet was too great, at least 10000 times that of the earth. It was just a pull. Yang Qiu's skeleton suddenly made a burst of cracking sound, and all his bones were broken into powder.

"No..."

His screams were directly torn into an ending, his muscles and veins, bones and powder, and even his voice was released.

Fortunately, the blue breath in the Dantian suddenly broke out, and his body was repaired in an instant, but then the next moment, his whole body was crushed by the gravity. The pain, especially his mind, was a hundred times deeper than a thousand cuts.

Yang Qiu only felt that his whole life was a mistake. Even he would rather die than suffer from this torture. He wanted to scream. The vocal cords in his mouth were broken and couldn't cry out at all.

More than 1000 kilometers, the earth's ten thousand times gravity, took up his speed, directly exceeded his sword flying 100 times, the feeling of falling dozens of kilometers a second, the friction, it's hell.

In just a few seconds, for Yang Qiu, the torture seemed like 30000 years had passed.

When he fell hard on the surface of the earth yellow star, he heard his body poof.

He directly fell into a piece of meat pie spread on the ground. This piece of meat pie can be used as a window, as transparent as paper, spread out for more than 100 square meters.

A strong breath of life wrapped him. Slowly, his body contracted back. It took five minutes for his body to recover its original appearance.

But his clothes, his hair and all the hair on his body disappeared completely.

Yang Qiu was firmly pressed on the ground by the huge gravity, and she couldn't even stand up.

The earth's ten thousand times gravity is nothing to Yang Qiu. But it is not so easy to adapt.

That's equivalent to something you can lift a kilogram on the earth. Here, it's equivalent to 10000 kilograms.

The five ton gap can't stop Yang Qiu, but he can't help yelling because he has tasted the pain of eighteen layers of Hell:

"Old man, you... You...!"

Yang Qiu didn't even bother to shout.

In the chaotic space, the middle-aged man smiled helplessly:

"I reminded you, but you reacted too slowly."

Yang Qiu doesn't even have the strength to swear.

Indeed, my reaction is too slow. If I react quickly, I shouldn't come to this damn place.

The weakest creatures here are the great Luo Jinxian. What are they?

It was not easy to take out a set of best robes from the storage ring and put them on. Yang Qiu slowly stood up, adapted to the strange gravity of the huge planet, and then asked angrily:

"What should I do now?"

The middle-aged man's voice became a little hasty:

"Left, come on, we don't have much time."

Yang Qiu snorted angrily. When he tried to fly the sword again, his speed suddenly slowed down more than 100 times.

Originally, it could reach ten times the speed of sound. Now, it is 20 meters per second, which is equivalent to a little faster than the world 100m champion.

But this is his limit.

This speed, on such a huge planet, is like a snail on earth. The middle-aged man has no choice but to make a secret move.

Yang Qiu suddenly felt that the chaotic force surging out of the Dantian was ten million times stronger than before. His muscles and veins were completely filled with that breath. The speed of his sword flying suddenly increased to ten thousand times before.

This speed can't be reached by Yang Qiu for two generations. Even if he is an expert in Mahayana, it's estimated that even the immortal can't reach it.

Finally, he came to a destroyed tall building.

This is a huge building with a radius of more than 100 kilometers. There is only such a palace, and the huge square in front of the palace is more than 50 kilometers on each side.

The buildings here don't have a fairyland like atmosphere like Fengtian palace and Fuxi temple. The squares and halls here are thick and simple.

There is also a sense of famine.

Just the carving of flowers, birds, fish and insects on a broken column in the square shows a mysterious and incomparable breath, which Yang Qiu can't describe but can feel.

That is the purest sense of purity when one is facing the deepest heart.

A person who is clean and full of evil seems to feel this smell and become a good person.

"What is this... Place?"

Yang Qiu asked in horror:

"Why are there so many... Bones?"

The middle-aged man didn't speak for a long time. In the last words, there was incomparable sadness:

"This is the last battlefield, which we call jihad."