As soon as the dragon came out, it immediately let out a shocking roar. A ball of black demonic aura erupted from its mouth, turning into a rich dark cloud, rolling towards the entire Great Wilderness swamp.
"What sound!"
In the monk camp where he was resting, countless eyes looked in surprise.
The seven major forces were all resting nearby, and the distance between them was no more than ten miles.
Hearing the roar from afar, more than a dozen golden lights soared into the sky and flew into the air. They were the Nascent Soul monks of various major forces.
"That's... the voice of the demon clan."
A monk from the Sea God Tribe said in surprise, "And it's an old monster that is more than ten thousand years old!"
"How could there be such a demon clan in our Youran Realm!"
The faces of many monks changed.
Even demons with thousands of years of cultivation are extremely rare. Most of them are hidden in the glaciers in the north and have not appeared for many years.
The ten thousand-year-old demon that suddenly emerged was like a product of the ancient times, and it was not something they could resist.
Dozens of monks nearest were driving the flying sword and heading straight to the origin of the roar, wanting to find out what was going on.
Qiu Si is the elder of Xingchen City, a monk who has just broken through to the middle stage of Nascent Soul. He is patrolling nearby with thirty disciples. When he heard the roar, he immediately led the team to come straight for him.
"He Fang's demon is so arrogant, please tell me how powerful I am!"
Qiu Si had just made a breakthrough, and it was the momentum of great momentum.
From a distance, I saw a ball of black gas lingering over the quicksand waterway. The flying sword under my fingers and feet exploded and shot out.
The black gas in the distance seemed to notice something, and suddenly split out countless thin threads and came towards the flying sword.
"Broken to me!"
Qiu Si shouted, and the sudden increase in spiritual power would crush all the black gas.
But a scene that stunned him happened. Not only did the thin wires not be crushed, but instead tangled up like maggots attached to bones, swallowing the flying swords in an instant.
A third-level spiritual weapon suddenly lost all its spiritual power in a moment, turning into a piece of scrap iron to fall from the air.
"How is that possible!"
Qiu Siyaozi collapsed and gave out another inkstone, which turned into a ten-meter radius in the wind, and smashed it between the thin wires with a bang.
But the thin silks suddenly separated, then gathered suddenly, and wrapped the inkstone together.
Each thin wire was like an extremely sharp steel wire, "swish" tore the inkstone into countless pieces.
Qiu Si's eyes widened, and could not believe the scene in front of him.
The thin silk hit the face without hesitation, like a hideous giant beast, opening its dark mouth to swallow him and dozens of disciples! Almost immediately the moment the monster appeared, it was hidden in the dark.
The zombie army also came out in full swing, surrounding the swamp from all directions.
The Great Wilderness swamp suddenly became a mess.
There is a strange black thin silk everywhere between heaven and earth. Whenever it appears, the monk will die. Moreover, the sword will be slashed and the fire will not be burned, which makes everyone feel anxious.
Further apart, the zombie army was getting closer and closer, posing as if they wanted to swallow all humans.
Even the cross-border passages on which the seven major forces rely on have thin filaments appeared, and black fog filled the passages, as if countless thin filaments were hidden inside, firmly blocking all the import and exports.
A Nascent Soul monk held a pair of mirrors, touched it in his hand, and shouted: "It's so arrogant that the monster wants to seal the passage!"
As soon as the mirror touched, a ray of lightning suddenly burst out, roaring into the black fog.
Just heard a loud "boom" sound, and several nearby hills seemed to shake, and countless dust rose between the sky and the earth.
When the dust fell, the monk opened his mouth wide.
The black fog was not damaged at all, and there were even a few lightnings locked in the fog, and they could not escape no matter how hard they struggled.
His lips shook slightly. The monk knew that he was not strong enough and was about to step back and think of a solution when he suddenly heard the exclamation of his companions in the distance.
Turning his head to look, the monk was shocked.
Dozens of thin threads quietly approached from behind at some point, and silently approached less than ten steps behind him.
Each thin thread looked like life, spreading its teeth and claws into a large net, wrapping its head around him.
"Wow!"
The monk was shocked and immediately slapped his chest, trying to launch a magic weapon to escape.
Unexpectedly, his figure shaking, and the thin wires rushed up quickly, wrapping him in an instant.
"Puchi phuchi..." A series of sounds of separation of flesh and blood, a nascent cultivator was split into pieces by the thin silk in the blink of an eye! The other cultivators were shocked to see it, and no one dared to step forward again! The passage was sealed and the army was approaching.
The thin silks were everywhere, and the monks finally realized that they had become fish on the chopping board! They thought it was a passage for survival, but now they became a hell of imprisonment! All monks were in chaos, and many people even fled in a hurry.
I hope to escape a life of chaos.
"Huff..." The dignified Jindan monk, who was high above the mortals, was now stepping on the mud barefoot with barefoot and embarrassed, was nowhere better than the mud legs that worked in the fields.
"I can't do it..." A monk stopped panting, his calves had already submerged into the swamp, but his body had no strength.
The Great Wilderness Swamp is like a monster with an open mouth, trying to swallow everyone.
No one took care of the fallen ones, and even the monk who had a good relationship with him on weekdays would pretend that he had not heard of it and ran wildly.
They all knew in their hearts that falling behind means death. Staying behind will not only not help, but will instead be buried with them.
The monk didn't go to call for help, his eyes were confused.
He was probably still recalling the excitement of entering the Taoist path and the pride of forming a pill. In a blink of an eye, he would turn into mud and dry bones.
In fact, everyone is running around, and their spiritual power is disappearing rapidly. If they use up all their spiritual power before escaping from the quagmire, the same fate will also come to them.
The sky was covered with dark black, and terrifying filaments were flying everywhere.
The monks did not dare to fly. As long as they left the ground slightly, they would be immediately pulled and surrounded by thin wires and torn into pieces.
The earth is not safe either, the mountains collapse, the land collapses, and there are mud, swamps and mud everywhere.
The black mist was everywhere, and those with low cultivation had already died. Even if they had a higher cultivation level, if they did not use spiritual power to resist, they would be invaded by fatal toxins.
What's even more terrifying is that there are monsters eyeing in the swamp. They jump out of the dark from time to time to attack, causing the already exhausted monks to complain.
This area has become a terrible purgatory, with death traps everywhere.
The monks fled like headless flies, but they didn't know where the vitality was.
Yi Russe mixed in a group of young monks, holding a shaky disciple on his arms.
If it weren't for her pulling all the way, this disciple would probably have been buried in the quagmire.