As soon as the dragon came out, it immediately let out an earth-shattering roar, and a black demonic energy spurted out from its mouth, turning into a thick dark cloud and rolling towards the entire wilderness swamp.
"what sound!"
In the camp of monks who were resting, countless eyes followed the sound in surprise.
The seven major forces are all resting nearby, and the distance between them is no more than ten miles.
Hearing the roar from the distance, more than a dozen golden lights shot into the sky. They were the Nascent Soul monks from all major forces.
"That's... the voice of the demon clan."
A monk from the Poseidon Tribe said in surprise, "And it's an old demon that's over ten thousand years old!"
"How could there be such a monster clan in our Youran world!"
The expressions of many monks changed.
Even monsters with thousands of years of cultivation are extremely rare. Most of them are hidden in the glaciers in the north and have not been seen for many years.
The ten-thousand-year-old monster that suddenly appeared seemed to be a product of ancient times, and it was not something they could resist.
Dozens of the closest monks drove flying swords and headed straight to the source of the roar, trying to find out what was going on.
Qiu Sinai is the elder of Star 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 led the team straight towards him as soon as he heard the roar.
"Why is this monster so arrogant? I want you to see how powerful I am!"
Qiu Si had just made a breakthrough, which was when his momentum was strong.
From a distance, I saw a cloud of black air lingering in the sky above the quicksand waterway. With a touch of my finger, the flying swords under my feet clanged and exploded, shooting out.
The black air in the distance seemed to have noticed something, and it suddenly separated countless filaments and headed towards Feijian.
"Crush it for me!"
Qiu Si shouted, the surge in spiritual power would crush all the black energy.
But a scene that stunned him happened. Instead of being crushed, the filaments entangled themselves like maggots attached to the bones, swallowing up the flying swords in an instant.
Duan Duan, a third-level spiritual weapon, lost all its spirituality in a moment and turned into a piece of scrap metal and fell from the sky.
"How can it be!"
Qiu Siyan's eyelid cracked open, and another inkstone was thrown out, which turned into a square of more than ten feet in the wind, and crashed down between the filaments.
But I saw those thin threads suddenly separated, and then suddenly gathered together to wrap up the inkstone.
Each filament is like an extremely sharp steel wire, tearing the inkstone into countless pieces.
Qiu Si's eyes widened and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.
The thin threads rushed towards him unceremoniously, like a ferocious giant beast, opening its dark mouth and swallowing him and dozens of disciples! Almost at the moment when the big demon appeared, the demon who had been hiding in the dark
The zombie army also came out in full force and surrounded the wilderness swamp from all directions.
There was a sudden chaos near the Great Wilderness Swamp.
Between heaven and earth, there is a kind of weird black filament everywhere. Whenever it appears, a monk will definitely die, and the sword is constantly slashing and burning, making everyone panic.
Further away, the zombie army is getting closer and closer, preparing to devour all humans.
Even the cross-border passage that the seven major forces rely on has filaments appearing. Black mist fills the vicinity of the passage. It seems that there are countless filaments hidden in it, firmly blocking all the entrances and exits.
A Yuanying monk held a pair of mirrors, touched them in his hands, and shouted: "The evildoer wants to seal the passage, how arrogant!"
As soon as the mirror touched, a bolt of lightning suddenly arose, roaring and shooting down into the black fog.
Hearing a loud "bang", several nearby hills seemed to tremble, and countless dust was raised between the sky and the earth.
When the dust settled, the monk opened his mouth wide.
There was no damage at all from the black mist, and there were even a few lightning bolts locked in the mist, unable to escape no matter how hard they struggled.
His lips trembled slightly. The monk knew that he was unable to do anything. He was about to step back and think of a solution when he suddenly heard the exclamations of his companions in the distance.
Turning his head to look, the monk was immediately horrified.
Dozens of thin threads quietly approached from behind at some point, silently approaching less than ten steps behind him.
Every filament looked like it was alive, spread out like a big net with claws and teeth, and the bag was wrapped around him.
"Wow!"
The monk was so horrified that he immediately slapped his chest, trying to use the magic weapon to escape.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his figure swayed, the thin threads rushed forward quickly, wrapping him around him in an instant.
"Puff, puff..." A series of sounds of flesh and blood being separated, a dignified Nascent Soul monk was torn apart by thin threads in the blink of an eye! The other monks were horrified, and no one dared to step forward again! The passage was sealed, and the army pressed forward.
Thin threads were everywhere, and the monks finally understood that they had become fish on the chopping board! What they thought was a passage for survival, now turned into a prison of hell! All the monks were in a mess, and many people fled in a hurry.
I hope I can escape a way out of the chaos.
"Whoops, whoops..." The dignified golden elixir monk, who was as high as a god in front of mortals, was now walking awkwardly in the mud with bare feet, which was no better than the mud legs working in the fields.
"I can't do it anymore..." A monk stopped panting, his lower legs had been submerged in the swamp, but his body had no strength at all.
The Great Wilderness Swamp is like a monster that opens its mouth and wants to swallow everyone.
No one paid attention to the straggler. Even the monks who had a good relationship with him on weekdays pretended not to hear and kept running away.
They all know in their hearts that falling behind means death. Not only will they not be able to help, but they will be buried together with them.
The monk did not call for help, his eyes were blank.
He was probably still recalling the excitement of entering the path for the first time and the pride of having just formed an elixir. In the blink of an eye, he was about to turn into dust and withered bones.
In fact, everyone is running exhausted, and their spiritual energy is disappearing rapidly. If they run out of spiritual energy before escaping from the quagmire, the same fate will befall them.
The sky was pitch black, and terrifying filaments were flying everywhere.
The monks did not dare to fly. As long as they left the ground for a moment, they would be immediately surrounded by thin threads and torn into pieces.
The earth is not safe either, the mountains are crumbling, the land is subsidence, and there are swamps and mire everywhere.
Black mist filled the air everywhere, and those with low cultivation levels were already dead. Even those with higher cultivation levels would be invaded by deadly toxins if they did not use spiritual power to resist.
What's even more frightening is that there are also evil beasts in the swamp that are eyeing them. They jump out of the darkness from time to time to attack, causing the already exhausted monks to complain endlessly.
This area has become a terrible purgatory, with death traps everywhere.
The monks were running away like headless flies, but they didn't know where the hope was.
Yi Rusu was mixed in with a group of young monks, holding a shaky disciple in her arms.
If she hadn't pulled him all the way, this disciple would have been buried in the mire.