Chapter 722

Reiki storm is pressing towards the front battlefield on a larger and larger scale.

This is a process from weak to strong, and finally to sweeping the whole western territory of Zhongling.

At that time, there will be no safe place where the Linghai tide will spread.

The speed of Reiki storm is unimaginable, and the power of the peak is extremely terrible, and there are countless violent Reiki residues where you pass.

The aura remains on these paths are extremely violent, and even lead to space cracks.

Without decades of time, it is difficult to recover the negative impact caused by Linghai tide.

However, at this time, there was an escape light, which went upstream on the violent Reiki path, moved forward wantonly in the remnants of the raging storm, and left with an unimaginable rapid peak of the fierce spirit sea tide.

The aura storm has shown the potential of spilling dike flood, becoming more and more fierce, becoming an irresistible celestial phenomenon, and its speed is far faster than everything in the world.

It's like no matter how fast athletes can't run the flood.

According to the truth, any monk's seclusion will be eclipsed by this phenomenon.

But that way of escaping light, however, violated this common sense.

It is constantly narrowing the distance between itself and the peak of Reiki storm at a stable speed.

Wrestle with Tianwei.

Xie Qingyun is the only one in the spirit today.

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Xie Qingyun tried his best to resist the sword, but there were waves in his heart.

Because all the way, he had seen the terrible damage caused by Reiki storm.

Under the influence of aura storm, cities had already become ruins and appeared in front of him one after another.

See along the way.

Blood and stone, ruins and broken walls, debris and broken wood.

This makes Xie Qingyun's heart more and more heavy.

Fortunately, Reiki storm goes from east to west.

Due to the entry of the demon clan, the Terran has been evacuating for some time.

The city close to the western front line was "soon, I'll see you soon..." Lu Qingshan felt the source of the fluctuation close at hand.

With the deepening of the wasteland, in addition to the continuous dry mountains, there are gradually many irregular pits on the ground.

These holes are connected one by one, like scars on an ugly face.

The pits extend in all directions, and some directly pass through the mountains. A cold wind blows, and there is a whining sound, just like a woman's sobbing sound.

"There!" Lu Qingshan's eyes suddenly brightened, and a huge ancient temple appeared in a muddy swamp in the distance.

Deep in the wilderness, an ancient temple stands.

The color of the ancient temple is green and black, and a sense of years emanates from the temple.

"How could there be such a temple in such a place?" Mo Yan seemed very vigilant.

The existence of temples is very strange.

Whoosh!

"Go and have a look!" Lu Qingshan's eyes flashed cold. The imperial sword flew over and landed in front of the temple.

He and Mo Yan immediately released their divine consciousness and scanned around to make sure that there were no others and other living creatures around.

Then the two people focused on the temple in front of them.

"It seems that this place has been deserted for a long time." Mo Yan murmured.

"Indeed," there was a huge and broken black basalt in front of the temple. Lu Qingshan gently brushed away the accumulated ash on the basalt, clapped his hands and replied, "there is such a thick layer of dust that no one has been here for at least a thousand years."

"What does this mean?" Mo Yan frowned.

After the dust is brushed off, you can clearly see that some strange characters and strokes are outlined on the basalt, like secret patterns. What's the special meaning.

These words are neither human nor demon, so Mo Yan can't read them.

"This..." Lu Qingshan's pupils narrowed sharply and looked at the words on the basalt in front of him in horror.

He could be sure that he had never seen such words before.

However, looking at these strange words for a moment, Lu Qingshan can clearly feel the meaning it represents.

"Chitian......"