Chapter 907: Time and space

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Deep in the ground, mud is surging, like a tide like a wave, like an abyss purgatory, boundless. Here the chains are intertwined, interspersed intricately, each chain is flashing with black light, surging with wonderful but powerful energy.
A jade bone floats quietly deep in the mud. The jade bone is crystal-like, like a precious jade, glowing with red luster. The bone is slightly tilted up, as if to see through the heavy mud, looking up at the sky. It is surrounded by the mysterious energy of the group, the blood mist is transpiration, and occasionally the misty woman image is displayed, but it is blurred.
All the chains were wrapped around the bones, woven into a terrible net curtain.
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 bones is like her soul, re-awakening across thousands of years, she is exploring Qin Ming, seeking to awaken her sense of familiarity.
"Senior ... who are you ... why brought me here?"
Qin Ming was finally able to speak, but the shock in his heart was inexhaustible. This woman was also a fierce culprit sealed thousands of years ago? There is still such fierce power over ten thousand years. What kind of character should she be? Even the qing bao bao bone is just one of the many magic soldiers suppressing her.
The bones floated in front of Qin Ming, without the tyranny just now, and without the momentum of the king's presence in the world, but the jade-like luster was silently dim, and the mysterious energy was relatively enhanced.
Xiaozu opened his eyes in the tortoise shell, a glimmer of glimmer. What happened 10,000 years ago? This old demon girl was one of the masterminds of the chaos time. Why even she was sealed!
Who can seal her?
Who counted her again?
Years are long, and the road is ruthless. Even her once turbulent, has become a pile of dead bones, silent in this endless mud.
But what did she bring in Qin Ming?
There are so many talents outside Yingjie, why did he choose Qin Ming?
Xiaozu silently probed outside, but didn't dare to show up. Although ten thousand years have passed, the seal of exile is still very powerful, especially the core of this seal, which is chaotic with the power of chaos. It didn't want to be suppressed here when it was about to leave the shell.
"Senior ... why brought me here?" Qin Ming was bitter. The island should have disappeared. I wonder if Qing Qing had escaped. They should be sad. Qin Ming tried to activate the martial arts, but the spiritual power in his body flowed calmly and was not controlled at all. Even the thunder toad in the sea seemed to be particularly quiet.
Will I be guarding these piles of bones from now on?
How long can I live?
What should I do if I die?
There was no sound in the muddy abyss, and there were no living things, except for the mud, which was a chain, and was lifeless. Qin Ming's consciousness gradually fainted, trying to support his eyelids, and the line of sight became more and more dim. The mud wrapped the golden light around him, spreading to the skin, starting from both hands, entwined towards the arms, eroding the flesh and freezing the soul.
Qin Ming struggled hard, but both consciousness and spiritual power were out of control, and even the golden blood seemed to flow much more slowly.
I do n’t know how long after that, the blood jade skeleton was dim, lost its luster, and turned into dead bone, but the mysterious energy was strong and fiery, turned into mist, drifted to the Qin life, coiled around his eyebrow, condensed into a mysterious blood color Tattoo.
Qin Ming trembled as if struck by lightning, and his consciousness fell completely into darkness. He heard nothing but a humorous whisper before coma.
"The flesh is paper, the origami is the ship."
"Light your soul, cross ... Millions of Time and Space ..."
"I'm at the Jiuqiang Qianqiu Palace ... waiting for you ..."
"Must ... come ..."
The blue mist outside the island is turbulent, like a scorching ocean, surging and violent, the dense mist rising like a raging wave, like a volcanic eruption, and the violent scene makes countless people feel the pressure coming from their faces. Fortunately, he did not rush in. The roar and roar that kept coming out seemed to awaken the sleeping monster, surging mighty power and resentment, surging out, raging across the ocean, impacting everyone's nerves.
What the is this place?
Is it the tomb of Qingying Zongzun?
Why is it like a dusty purgatory!
Is history going to repeat itself, and people who come in can never come out again?
The elders of the Hai tribe, Dihuang Island, the Holy Fist Gate, and many other powerful clans waited anxiously, and the demon of the demon tribe also conspired and waited for their descendants.
The anxiety waiting outside, inside is also a tragic and tragic escape scene.
From the moment the island was opened to the present, nearly 30,000 people and monsters came in. There were thousands of deaths due to various accidents, and there were still more than 20,000 people. There are countless spirit monsters living on the island. At this moment, he flees desperately, without regard for dignity and image, staring at the distance, desperately dispersing the mud tide, desperately desperate.
However, the torrential rains poured down, the earth trembled, and more and more mud spread over his knees, engulfing everything, a large number of people and demons were swallowed up relentlessly, screaming and crying in despair, one after another, all over the island It can be seen that there is a on earth.
Someone tried to save his companion, but he was dragged down into the mud, sinking in sorrow.
Someone went mad and ran on the shoulders of others, but was hurled away fiercely and planted in the mud.
Someone soared into the sky, caught raptors, and drove them away from the island as soon as possible.
The island is too large, and it is almost impossible to run to the end in one breath. As the rainstorm filled the sky, the mud was tumbling, becoming more and more intense.
Someone kneeled on the ground in despair, crying in the sky, crying the sky, but the sky was ruthless, and no one came to listen to their despair, and the mud swallowed ruthlessly.
Some people were panic-stricken, and as soon as they stepped into the river covered by mud, they fell into a blink of an eye. It would not help to release the martial art madly.
Raptor spirit birds, as well as those who can defend the sky, after a difficult escape, they rushed to the edge first, but the same boiling mist was waiting for them, but no one cares so much at this time, gritting their teeth, Rushed in a bit.
The sensation of the "Qingyuan Ancient Ruins" continued from the early morning to noon, only more than 700 humans and more than 1,000 spirit demon escaped, and the rest were permanently sealed on the island with the disappearance of the island, isolated in the real Outside the world.
Such an astonishing number not only made the people who escaped frightened, but even the people waiting outside were all cold. Although it was not overwhelmed by the army as it was a thousand years ago, this is a prepared expedition, and the number is more than that of a thousand years ago That more than doubled. Even so, less than two thousand escaped alive.
This makes many people who are eager to try to grab the treasure have no way to start. There are too few people, and most of the people who escape are sectarian disciples with strong treasures and strong people.