The tremors on the ground centered on the desert and spread in all directions. Even in territories hundreds of millions of miles away, the shaking of the ground could be clearly felt.
Countless monks looked up at the dark sky, their hearts depressed, their eyes full of fear and a trace of confusion and confusion.
"Bang!"
A few hours later, a huge sand pit appeared in the center of the desert, with a diameter of a thousand miles.
The sand in the entire desert was turbulent like sea water, and the sand waves were rolling, reaching a height of more than a thousand meters, covering the sky and the sun, and it was terrifying.
The deepest part of the sandpit is where the magic well is.
It can be clearly seen that there are dense cracks in the manhole cover of the magic well.
"Bang"
There was another sound, and the cracks in the manhole cover exploded even more.
"boom"
Things in the magic well hit several times, completely smashing the cracked manhole cover into pieces.
The eight black iron chains on the manhole cover broke with a "crackling" sound. The eight swords tied to the black iron chains also shattered into several pieces due to the residual force, losing all their aura.
"We finally see the light of day again!"
A series of harsh sounds came from the depths of the magic well, like the cry of a child or the cry of a night owl. Anyone who heard this sound felt that their internal organs were rolling and felt very uncomfortable.
"I smell fresh flesh and blood, it smells so good!"
People of the demon clan all use the creatures in the world as food and practice by devouring the flesh and blood of others.
"Three hundred thousand years! I suffered endless suffering in hell, changed my skin more than a dozen times, and finally survived until today."
A monster covered in black hair broke through its kin and came to the entrance of the magic well first, greedily breathing the air of the outside world and feeling the fluctuations of the laws and aura of the outside world.
The black-haired monster is the stronger monster in the magic well. As long as he feels that the demon blood in his body is beginning to decline, he will look for monks of the same race to feed on his blood, thus extending his lifespan.
Three hundred thousand years ago, the black-haired monster fought with the masters of the Ancient Sword Sect. He survived with his tenacious vitality, and was then sealed into the magic well.
"The people who suppressed us at the beginning are all dead. Living a long time is the real strength. The power of time can wipe out everything in the world."
The black-haired monster doesn't care about the rest of his kin, he is thirsty for blood and must have a full meal.
When the manhole cover burst, Xu Changge was immediately prepared to resist.
At the same time, the old blind man, the sword master at the edge of the desert, has all the spiritual energy in his body. Once the situation goes wrong, the old blind man will take action and must not let the devil continue to run rampant.
In a corner of the desert, an ancient temple suppressed the demonic power of all parties, and everything was safe.
The old monk was sitting in the ancient temple, with no emotion on his face. He was still sitting on the ground and reciting Buddhist scriptures.
Although the two young men, Chen Zifeng and Shu Qinzhi, did not look panicked, they were still very nervous inside.
"The Calming Mantra."
The old monk noticed that Shuqinzhi was confused and reminded him.
"Yes." Shu Qinzhi immediately closed his eyes and recited the meditation mantra silently, slowly calming his uneasy mind.
Chen Zifeng looked at the three monks in the ancient temple and muttered in his heart: "It's amazing that these people can still sit still."
Chen Zifeng looked at the center of the desert, saw Xu Changge's figure, and solemnly said to himself: "Xu Changge, what kind of methods do you have?"
The black-haired monster possesses the cultivation level of the early Mahayana. The moment he comes out, the demonic power on his body rushes away in all directions like a tide.
The seven realms of a saint: shed the mortal world, enter the Tao, transform into a dragon, pass through the mysteries of life and death, break the illusion, return to oneness, and Mahayana.
The seventh realm of Mahayana, there are very few beings who can stand in this realm in the world, and they are all extraordinary figures who suppress one party. The first monster to break out of the devil's well has such a powerful strength, and the situation is very serious.
"drink!"
Nie Ziqing, who had been gathering momentum, suddenly opened his eyes, held the black gold sword tightly in both hands, and struck directly at the black-haired monster.
The black-haired monster had always been vigilant. When he saw Nie Ziqing suddenly coming to kill him, he immediately took defensive measures.
A pitch-black shield appeared in front of the black-haired monster, blocking Nie Ziqing's strongest blow. However, the shield was cut in half by Nie Ziqing.
"Thousands of years ago, you were lucky enough to leave alive, and today you are here to die again."
Looking at the broken holy weapon, the black-haired monster felt a burst of pain. This was the best treasure in his body, and he didn't expect it to be gone like this. However, fortunately, he had a shield to protect his body, otherwise the black-haired monster would have to take it off at least once.
It can even be life-threatening.
"kill!"
Nie Ziqing is already in a half-human, half-demon state, and his cultivation is infinitely close to the Mahayana realm. Nie Ziqing ranks last among the eighteen guards and is the weakest.
The blow just now consumed all the energy and spiritual energy of Nie Ziqing. Originally, Nie Ziqing planned to prepare a move to kill a demon with thunder.
Unfortunately, Nie Ziqing failed.
Even if most of the spiritual energy in Nie Ziqing's body was consumed, he would no longer be able to use that sword strike just now. Nie Ziqing had no intention of retreating, and resolutely attacked the black-haired monster.
On this trip to the endless desert, Nie Ziqing never thought about leaving alive.
"Get out!" The black-haired monster waved his hand and knocked Nie Ziqing away.
Nie Ziqing refused to give up and rushed over again.
In just a few dozen moves, Nie Ziqing was injured by the black-haired monster, and a huge blood hole appeared in his chest.
The black-haired monster looked at the blood stained on his hands, stretched out his long tongue and licked it, frowning slightly: "It tastes really bad."
Nie Ziqing has transformed into a half-demon body, which can be regarded as a similar kind of black-haired monster. Of course, it does not suit the taste of black-haired monsters.
Under the formation diagram, Xu Changge opened his eyes and looked at the black-haired monster and Nie Ziqing.
Xu Changge is still waiting for the most suitable time.
The magic well is opened, but the real terrifying figure has not yet come out.
"Rumble"
More and more demons came out of the magic well and occupied many positions in the sky, making the endless desert pitch black, with not a ray of sunlight able to penetrate.
"Master of the Palace..."
Nie Ziqing saw a few familiar figures among a group of demons.
Those people were none other than the palace master of Dutian Mansion and several palace guards who did not die in the battle but turned into demons.
For a moment, Nie Ziqing's heart trembled violently, feeling extremely sad.
"That's the master of Dutian Mansion!"
When everyone saw the Lord of Dutian Palace standing among the demons, they exclaimed in shock.
"I am the reason why the Dutian Mansion fell overnight a thousand years ago. It turns out that this is the case. The palace master and the guards of the eighteen palaces were all killed. If the Dutian Mansion had taken shelter a thousand years ago, it would have ended its inheritance."
The monks from all forces let out a burst of exclamation, and finally figured out the reason for the decline of Dutian Mansion.
"Why are Lord Dutian and others possessed by demons and suppressed in the desert?"
There are still countless people in the world who don't know this.
A low voice reached everyone's ears: "Thousands of years ago, the demon clan was in turmoil. Dutian Palace Master and others wanted to suppress the demon clan, so they ended up like this. Dutian Palace has paid too much. It's ridiculous that many people in the world still want to occupy it.
The resources of Dutian Mansion do not leave a way for Dutian Mansion to survive. This scene is like the ancient sword sect from 300,000 years ago!"
The person who spoke was none other than Xu Changge.