Chapter 4029： Chaotic world

There are countless things piled up on the dimly boundless ground, and it is difficult to see whether it is garbage or other objects.

Just between the heavens and the earth, there were constant clashing sounds, like magic sounds entering the brain, making people uneasy for a moment.

When the sound is sounding, some areas will suddenly disappear, and some areas will appear out of thin air.

Many monks believe that this is the sound made when different worlds collide, and they continue to merge and destroy during the collision.

There are stars in the sky, but they seem chaotic, like a neatly arranged chess board, but they are messed up by people.

The stars flickered continuously, like countless pairs of eyes, looking at the creatures on the ground mockingly.

The world is ruthless and doesn't care about the rise and fall of a certain kind of creature. All things are equal and each has its own way of living.

Everybody wants something, everybody fears.

If you want to live a better life, you can only cross the boundless sea of ​​suffering if you try your best to survive.

This place was originally a peaceful place, but one day, disaster came quietly.

The sky is dim, the creatures are overwhelmed, and death has become a matter of occurrence at any time.

Those who survived, tried their best to survive, but found that their efforts were not worth mentioning.

Ten thousand races stand side by side, demons run rampant, and accidents happen every moment.

It's just that dangers and opportunities will always accompany each other. When the vast majority of creatures are struggling, there are some lucky ones who discover opportunities and embark on the path of spiritual practice.

In this chaotic time and space, practitioners are the most powerful existence, they can protect the common people, and they can also race to dominate the king.

Some monks were looting everywhere, and some were struggling for longevity. Everyone wanted to escape from the sea of ​​suffering, but found that they were always struggling in the sea of ​​suffering.

This is true for mortals, and so are monks.

The Great Desolate State, the gathering place of the human races, countless monks stepped forward and succeeded.

In this vast wilderness, twelve cities were established to fight against the plunder and attacks of foreign races.

On this day, in the seventh city of the Great Wilderness, a large number of monks went out of the city to participate in the operation.

Every time the sky changes, there will be countless materials scattered in the sky. There are many things necessary for practice, and they must be collected as soon as possible.

After the monks have searched, it will be the civilians' turn to appear. After they have collected the materials, they can send them to the city in exchange for money and food.

In the wilderness, you can also collect all kinds of food, and monsters are also rampant.

At the same time, beware of alien races. They will flee to launch attacks, feed on people, and die after encountering them.

Although there are a large number of soldiers stationed in the border area, there is still no guarantee of internal security.

Even if the border is heavily guarded, the enemy can use the time and space rifts that appear from time to time to cross the line of defense and penetrate into the human race.

At this time, there will be monks attacking, beheading monsters and alien races.

Not long after, vortexes appeared in the sky, as well as colorful bands of light, which made people fascinated.

There seem to be countless worlds, looming in the light.

Seeing this scene, the monks couldn't help being full of expectations. It is true that since this period of time, the city's spiritual resources have become increasingly scarce.

The strength of the aliens’ attacks is constantly intensifying, and the pressure on the border is increasing.

Anyone can feel the suppressed and tense atmosphere, but there is no way.

Individual abilities are limited. Only by uniting and persevering can we ensure the existence of a race.

With thunder and thunderbolt, the sky seemed to be raining, and countless items fell from the sky.

No one knows where these items come from, but they know that it is necessary for survival.

The cultivators couldn't wait, rushing directly to the wilderness, collecting the items that were still in the air one by one.

The value of these items is high or low, and whoever collects the higher the value, the more generous the reward will be.

An experienced monk can judge the value of an item in the air, and give priority to collection and selection.

There will be a fight in this process, but it is acquiesced by the high level of the human race, as long as no one is dead, there is no problem.

This situation is actually to cultivate the competitive consciousness of the monks and make the fighting skills more powerful.

The fierce training on weekdays is to kill the enemy to protect yourself at the beginning of the battle.

This moment is the carnival of the monks, they shuttle in the air and the ground, robbing one treasure after another.

The dropped items are large or small, and the monk must evade in time during the snatching process to avoid being killed by the dropped items.

Although the speed of the item will be reduced under the influence of the mysterious power when it is dropped, it is still like a bullet or a cannonball.

There are many items that will be smashed into the ground, and it is necessary to dig the soil for searching.

Another stream of light flashed, which aroused the attention of several monks, thinking that this item must be extraordinary.

In the first time, they rushed away, trying to collect the items first.

Although the other monks had ideas, they decisively gave up this idea after comparing the strength of the two sides.

The cultivators were extremely fast, and they rushed to the bottom of the object in an instant.

I just looked at the item again, but suddenly turned around, obviously avoiding this point of impact.

Several monks were taken aback, and immediately realized that this item was not simple, and they wanted to make it clear.

If it is some kind of rare and exotic treasure, or a psychic monster, it is bound to get more rewards.

With such thoughts in mind, several monks followed immediately.

As a result, at this moment, there was a sudden roar, and a fierce beast was drilled out of a meteorite that fell from the sky.

It looked like a centipede, but it had a huge mouth with a huge and ugly head in the mouth.

The monster was covered with sharp claws, like a sharp sickle, it easily cut several monks into pieces.

The monster that ate the flesh and blood became more excited, and kept jumping and roaring, apparently treating the monk as a prey.

The monks experienced more than one accident like this, and immediately began to lock in attack.

The monsters that had been hit repeatedly roared and were about to be killed on the spot.

But at this moment, the monster seemed to be inflated, and its size increased by nearly a hundred times.

Like a hill, it wanders wildly on the ground, crushing the monks along the way into the dirt.

The venom was sprayed wildly in his mouth, once it touched the monk's body, it would madly corrode and release poisonous gas.

The monk who had suffered an accident could not fight the monster's ravages at all.

When the monk in charge of the command saw this, his eyes were round and he seemed to spurt blood.

The monks in front of them were almost all his students. They were in their prime of life, but they died under the attack of monsters.

But this monster is fierce, they are not opponents at all, they can only wait for strong assistance from the border.

In the process of waiting, I don't know how many more monks will die under the attack of monsters.

At this moment, his heart is like a knife, and he is suffering every minute and every second.

But I didn't want to. At this moment, a stream of light flew from a distance and went straight to the monster.

The extremely fierce monster even let out a roar, with despair and panic in his voice.

Under the gaze of countless monks, the streamer flew into the monster's body, and the huge mountain body crashed to the ground.

"died?"

The monks were surprised and couldn't believe what they saw.

At the next moment, a tall figure slowly appeared above the monster's head.

The monks who were watching suddenly felt heavy pressure, as if Mount Tai was pressing on the top.

The figure in front of him was obviously more terrifying than the monster, otherwise it would not be easy to kill the monster in seconds.

"This is where?"

Looking at the frightened monk, Tang Zhen asked in an indifferent voice.