Chapter 1189 Altitude and Geodolite, Strength Speaks

On another flat ground, a group of disciples in brown robes were gathering together to practice.

Their strategy is the same as that of the Thunder Ancient Territory, they are all in the same clan, and they just wait until they win.

Suddenly, a disciple sitting cross-legged at high altitude suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "There is a situation!"

Violent spatial fluctuations came from a distance, followed by tremors of the earth, and powerful demonic energy dispersed.

More than ten people immediately flew up and looked forward vigilantly.

On the ground level, two warriors ran quickly, and were chased by a huge humanoid monster behind them.

"Help, save us!"

"All the treasures on us are for you!"

When the two warriors saw someone in front of them, more than one, they knew they were disciples of the sect, they were overjoyed and shouted desperately.

A disciple looked at their leading senior brother and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother Wang, do you want to make a move?"

Senior Brother Wang who took the lead sneered, "If they are killed by monsters, the treasures will naturally belong to us. This monster seems to have a low IQ, so it won't steal their treasures."

"what!--"

While speaking, the two warriors were thrown down by the monster, and there was a miserable cry from their mouths, and they were directly dismembered by the monster.

All the disciples turned pale.

The previous disciple said: "Senior Brother Wang, this monster seems to be a bit powerful..."

Senior Brother Wang grimaced and snorted, "Don't worry, he's still far away from us. And there are so many of us, what are we afraid of?"

Before he could finish speaking, another disciple suddenly screamed, "Senior Brother Wang, that monster is gone!"

Everyone was trembling all over, and a lingering murderous aura quietly enveloped them, and a dark green sharp claw suddenly tore through the void.

"laugh!"

Brother Wang was caught off guard, his head was wrung off, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

A three or four feet tall monster suddenly appeared among them.

"Ah! Run away!"

After a short shock, all the disciples were scared out of their wits and fled in all directions.

"Roar!" The monster roared, and threw out its several-foot-long arm, directly smashing the two disciples to pieces.

After a while, there were screams in the air, and blood splashed on the ground piece by piece, staining the ground red.

...

Outside the canyon, the man in the void looked at the ball of light, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "After the altimeter is thrown in, the effect is very obvious."

The names in the ball of light danced wildly, pouring out continuously, and dissipating in the air.

There was a constant yellow light flashing outside the canyon, and every time a disciple fell down, all of them turned pale, watching the sect masters in the distance staring at him, bowing their heads in shame.

These are all for the sake of saving lives, and activated the teleportation talisman.

But there are still many names that have disappeared, and people have never come out again.

The old man in the void raised his eyelids and said, "The geodetic instrument can change the topography of mountains and rivers, and can cause all unstable factors in the space. Putting it into the Doomsday Canyon is really like adding wings to a tiger."

The man nodded and said: "After the celestial latitude was thrown in, the true magnetic light and the star-eating storm began to appear on a large scale."

The old man said: "Not only that, I am afraid that many strange beasts and monsters lurking in the canyon will also be affected and ready to move."

The man smiled and said, "Haha, wouldn't this speed up the progress of the game?"

The old man also smiled slightly, shook his head lightly, and closed his eyes to practice again, unwilling to delay for a moment.

...

In a wilderness, thirty or forty people gathered, all surrounding a man in the center.

The killing intent overlapped, emanating from everyone, locking the man.

The man's face was bloodless, and he defended weakly, "I, I just came here too, and I didn't see the Xuanlong Pill, maybe...don't do it, don't do it, I'll hand it over!"

As soon as the man was halfway through speaking, he felt a bone-chilling chill, as if his foot had stepped into the gate of hell. He hurriedly changed his words, and stretched out his hand to take out a pill, which he displayed in front of everyone.

Everyone was shocked, and couldn't help taking a step forward, staring straight at the elixir.

The man said: "The elixir is here, don't look for me!"

Saying that, he threw the Xuanlong Pill high into the sky, turned around and left.

Several figures immediately soared into the air, darting towards the elixir.

Some people directly reversed the space and let the elixir shoot in one direction.

"Zhao Min, you are courting death!"

A man in red sternly shouted, clasped his hands together in front of him, and a blade glowed, and sliced ​​off the other man's head.

The man named Zhao Min was the closest to the elixir, he laughed, his face was full of ferocity, and he returned with a knife.

"boom!"

The double knives vibrated, and the waves pushed away.

Zhao Min's body froze, and was immediately overtaken by others. One of the slender figures was very dexterous, swimming in the air like a snake, and those twisted spaces couldn't stop him.

"Haha, the Revolving Dragon Pill is mine!"

The figure suddenly became longer, grabbed Xuanlong Pill in his hand suddenly, and the slender body bounced back to its original shape in an instant.

But before he was happy for a moment, the smile froze on his face, he lowered his head in horror, and found that his waist had been cut in two, blood lines surfaced, and then a lot of blood shot out.

The hand holding Xuanlong Pill loosened weakly, and his body fell in two.

The Xuanlong Pill fell into the hands of a burly man, holding a cold sword in his hand, and swept across the sky with playful cold eyes, "A group of scumbags, don't they have any doubts about their own strength? This Xuanlong Dan is something you can covet?"

"Leng Youjian Mei Fei Shen!"

Someone in the crowd yelled in horror, and just about to rush forward to snatch it, he stopped immediately and retreated hastily.

"What? He's just one person and one sword, killing Bibo will be full of Mei Feishen?!"

"It is said that he is already the existence of the peak of the Supreme Heaven, and he is well-known among the younger generation of the Central World."

"There are rumors that he is the illegitimate son of an elder in Lonely Cliff."

More than forty people stopped in the air, not daring to step forward, staring at the Lengyou sword in Mei Feichen's hand, trembling in their hearts.

Mei Fei sneered and said: "What kind of strength and what kind of things do you do, so that you can live longer."

Everyone's face turned pale, they didn't dare to refute, but they didn't dare to step forward, they stood there in a daze.

"Papa papa!"

There was a burst of applause, and there was a hearty laugh, "This friend is right. What kind of strength can you do what kind of thing. I also like that Xuanlong Pill. I am confident that my strength is good, so I came to join in the fun. "

Everyone hurriedly turned around and looked around.

Mei Feishen's expression changed drastically, and he stared ahead vigilantly. A man, two women and three figures approached on foot from a hundred feet away.

The man was dressed in black clothes, with a tall and straight figure, with a bronze ghost mask covering most of his face, a pair of black eyes were deep and dark, and the whole body was full of breath, which made people unpredictable.

Standing beside the man were two women, one on the left and the other on the right. They were both dressed in smoky pink skirts. Their facial features were somewhat similar, and they were all equally beautiful.