In the secluded purple bamboo forest, a faint cry for help slowly came, making Feng Jueyu, who was completely unaware of the environment he was in, inexplicably alert.

It was his first time to experience the phenomenon of space collapse caused by large-scale space order chaos that occurred in the Xumi Barrier. Without realizing it, he naturally felt at a loss and in danger.

A person, especially a practitioner who often experiences life and death, will always have a strong resistance to such unfamiliar fields, because due to the incomplete understanding of the local environment, the risk factor will continue to increase.

At this time, Feng Jueyu behaved very much like an old fritter who often hangs out in the world of disorder.

When he heard the cry for help, he was stunned for a moment, and curiosity suddenly arose in his heart, but his reason told him that he must not be confused at this moment. After all, he was not familiar with the situation here. If he showed up rashly, he would easily cause unnecessary trouble for himself.

But he didn't ignore it. Instead, he paused for a moment and then slowly followed the direction of the sound.

Walking on the road paved with thick soil, there is a solid feeling under the feet. This feeling is completely different from the situation encountered in the Tribulation Realm space.

The so-called calamity space is a foreign land where two or more broken spaces are strangely combined under a chaotic spatial order, and allow people to stay in it for a short period of time.

Its existence is more like a simple straw shed built by a traveler out of withered grass and logs. It cannot withstand the invasion of violent storms at all, and a strong wind may destroy it. Therefore, in the Tribulation Realm space, it will never

That down-to-earth feeling.

But this place is different. The soil in the Purple Bamboo Forest is very normal, soft and moist, yet does not lose the weight of the earth. In addition to being harder, the bamboos in the Purple Bamboo Forest do not have any other incredible abnormalities. There is a thin mist in the Bamboo Forest.

This kind of mist is not poisonous and will not affect the vision too much, but it also has a faint feeling of clouds and mountains, which makes Feng Jueyu feel that the person calling for help is not far away from him even if he hears the cry for help.

Although he was far away, he could still see the specific location of the person calling for help.

He could only follow the direction of the sound and slowly look for it.

After about half a stick of incense, Feng Jueyu walked to the other side of the purple bamboo forest. About ten feet away, he vaguely saw a cultivator with a broken bamboo stuck in his lower abdomen. His body was as large as his entire body.

It was as if it was hanging on a bamboo, and it was feebly calling for help.

The image of the man calling for help is quite miserable. His whole body is covered with bright red blood. Since the bamboo was ruthlessly inserted into the Dantian of his abdomen, he may not even be able to save his golden body. Therefore, he should not be able to use his divine power to pull himself out of the bamboo. And

This man had two broken legs, both from the knee position. They were cut off by something unknown, but it was definitely not a sharp weapon like a flying sword or a knife, because the places where this man's legs were broken were very

It was irregular and a bloody mess.

He was hung feebly on half of the bamboo, his hands were stained with his own blood, and the clothes on his body were in tatters, stained red by the blood that flowed out, and his original appearance was no longer visible. This man lowered his head, his head covered with

Wu Zaosuo's long hair blocked his face, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. This person's cry for help was not directed at anyone, but because he was really miserable and couldn't bear the pain, so he called for help in the bamboo forest.

Feng Jueyu sprinkled some Hidden Breath Powder on his body to restrain his Qi to the extreme. At the same time, he did not rush out. Instead, he hid in the bamboo forest and observed quietly.

It was very quiet around the Purple Bamboo Forest, with no wind at all. In the distance, high in the sky, the huge storm vortex was still spinning rapidly, like the mouth of a giant beast that could swallow everything in the world, gathering innumerable monsters in the sky.

The vitality of heaven and earth, and below the vortex, streaks of air penetrated into the vortex from time to time, and the rainbow air flow was not obvious, which just explained all the problems.

Feng Jueyu stared at the foreign cultivator in the distance who had broken his legs, was completely weak, and was weakly asking for help. Cold sweat formed on the tip of his nose, but his mentality was so stable that he did not rush out to rescue the foreign cultivator.

Sitting on the ground, leaning against a relatively thick purple bamboo, he took out a great elixir from the treasure bag, put it in his mouth slowly, and started chewing it.

In about ten seconds, Feng Jueyu would listen to the cry for help and glance at the practitioner.

At this moment, rustling footsteps sounded from the other end of the bamboo forest.

Apparently other practitioners heard the cry for help and rushed there.

Due to the sparse mist in the purple bamboo forest and the hidden magic powder on his body, Feng Jueyu was not worried about being discovered. He stretched out his head and looked at the opposite side quietly. After a while, three people appeared.

Known as an outsider cultivator, at this time, due to his incomplete understanding of the local environment, Feng Jueyu did not dare to use his spiritual consciousness hastily to investigate the cultivation level of the visitor.

On the other side of the bamboo forest, three practitioners who were not uniformly dressed came over from three directions with a short distance between them. They walked into the forest and soon saw the man who was hanging on half of the bamboo and dying.

of practitioners.

Among the three people, an old man who was half a hundred years old approached the cultivator with steady steps. His eyes were cold and solemn, showing no mercy or emotion. He did not look like he was here to save people.

The three of them walked to the practitioner. The latter raised his head and looked back when he heard the movement. When the person showed half of his face, Feng Jueyu frowned fiercely and recognized this person.

The powerful Great Xuanzong man who had been chasing him in the Sumeru Barrier before—Yin Jiang.

Feng Jueyu couldn't bear to move, thinking to himself that this person was as lucky as a young man, and he was still alive after receiving two spells from him.

In the bamboo forest, half a hundred old men walked behind Yin Jiang, took a detour, and came to Yin Jiang. When Yin Jiang saw the stranger, his energy instantly recovered. He reluctantly stretched out his hand and said in a very weak voice: "Help, help me, help me,

I am from Daxuan Sect..."

The half-hundred-year-old man looked at Yin Jiang expressionlessly, and did not step forward. Instead, after observing for a long time, he turned around and glanced at the two people behind him.

The other two people, a man and a woman, both looked very ordinary, but they were obviously similar to the old man. Their clothes were in tatters and they were not in the mood to clean up and replace them. There were many scars on their arms, body, legs, and back, and some of them had not yet been completely drained of blood.

Stop, the blood in some of the injured areas had just coagulated, and both of their faces were dirty. They looked like savages living in the wild forest. If the texture of their clothes hadn't betrayed them, perhaps no one would have thought of them.

Yes, they once roamed the world of disorder.

The eyes of the three people exchanged instantly. After a moment, the other old man shook his head and said: "He can't be saved."

"Kill her." The other woman couldn't tell her age, but as soon as she spoke, she killed decisively.

Yin Jiang's eyes showed fear, and he suddenly panicked: "Kill... kill me? You... I have no grudges... no grievances... against you... If you rescue me, I, Yin Jiang, will never... lose...

...I'm sorry to you..."

The half-hundred old man at the head listened, with no emotion in his eyes. He squatted down and said in a cold tone: "Did you just wake up?"

"What do you mean?" Yin Jiang was slightly startled.

The half-hundred-year-old man said: "It seems that you have just woken up and don't know what happened yet. That's all. You are about to die. Let you understand."

The half-hundred-year-old man paused, reached out and grabbed Yin Jiang's hair, picked it up so that Yin Jiang could see him clearly and carefully, and then said: "A large number of emperor-level and great emperor-level experts are fighting for the Qingyao Buddha Fruit.

, causing the last Buddha Fruit to absorb enough heaven and earth vitality and divine power to mutate, resulting in spiritual escape, thus destroying many Sumeru barriers in the disordered realm of Ziyang Star. These Sumeru barriers are in space.

It fell to a certain extent and opened up the chaotic space, which led to a new fantasy ruin. Well, this is it..."

Yin Jiang was stunned, his empty eyes seemed to have a hint of enlightenment.

"It seems you understand... Yes, the new Fantasy Ruins has just been formed, so it is very dangerous here. The three of us came here. We wanted to save you, and we temporarily joined forces to help each other, but seeing how you are now, we are afraid that we will not save you."

You are a burden, so you might as well die."

After the old man said the word "death", Yin Jiang showed a look of fear on his face. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he had no chance to speak.

The half-hundred-year-old man stretched out his hand and pressed it on Yin Jiang's head. His internal energy started to work quietly, and a blazing green light quickly gathered in his palm. Then he moved his internal power amplifier and shook Yin Jiang's head gently.

"Buzz!"

Yin Jiang trembled all over, and then twitched desperately. From Feng Jueyu's angle, you could clearly see that Yin Jiang's eyeballs were protruding and filled with bloodshot eyes, and the veins and blood vessels on his face burst out. After a few seconds, he stopped struggling.

, completely exasperated.

The half-hundred-year-old man let go of his hand, his expression unchanged at all, as if killing a person was as unimportant to him as crushing an ant.

When Yin Jiang was completely dead, the half-hundred-year-old man gently took off the treasure bag from his body, sat next to the body, opened it, poured out all the treasures inside, and then directed it at the man and woman behind him.

The treasures in Yin Jiang's treasure bag were divided into three equal parts. He stretched out his hand and gave two parts to the other two people.

"Old rules, everything is divided equally. During the next period of time, the Fallen Eye of Fantasy Ruins will always be in a violent state. People from outside can't come in, and people inside can't get out. The three of us have to

Watch and help each other, don’t let the remaining surviving cultivators from outside the territory be killed. After all, at this time, the treasures of heaven, materials and earth are in hot demand. People who are in the fantasy ruins, whether they are in the early stages of Qiankun or those who have reached the level of Taoism and martial arts, are not safe.

Accumulating more Talisman Pills has only advantages and no disadvantages."

The other two people nodded and collected all the things assigned to them.

After listening to the three people talking, Feng Jueyu was suddenly shocked.
Chapter completed!