Deer bone

Three days later, the catastrophe of the Luling Clan in Lingxu is approaching.

Half of the sky on Xiuling Continent is dyed with ink, and it can be seen clearly in the depths of Shikun in the far west.

Shikun is deep.

Sanyang Lingzun, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Lingxu, with compassion in his eyes, and he said to Cang Mo standing behind him in a low voice: "Xiao Mo, go there and speak in that dialect. Give up the royal city. If he doesn't want to, you can let him take this bone-thirsty pill."

Cang Mo recovered from the shock, and said in surprise: "Lingzun, this is the bone-thirsty pill but s***, you want me to kill the king?"

"If he doesn't leave, he must die." Sanyang turned around, his eyes were deep, and he said in a low voice: "But before he dies, he must not live, and he cannot die."

"Lingzun, do you know who wants to destroy the Lingxu?"

"It's not someone, it's the destiny. The destiny of 3000 years. His Highness doesn't know it, and the king doesn't know it. This secret has always been known only by the Luling tribe in the depths of my potential. But we can't say it."

Cang Mo's body trembled, and he was speechless for a while.

In the depths of Shikun, there are mountains in the south.

There were two people and a deer standing on a high cliff. Feng Yunmo was standing on Leng Qingxie's left side, tightly holding his trembling right hand, with veins popping out, and his eyes were also cracked.

Leng Qingxie wanted to break free, but Feng Yunmo tugged desperately, the two of them refused to let the other go, the atmosphere was already tense, and a fight was about to start, Lingqing kept screaming from the sidelines.

"Fengyunmo, if you stop me again, I will kill you!"

"Do you think you can go out, anyone who comes out of this mountain can trample you to death!"

The rules here are clearer to Leng Qingxie than Feng Yunmo, in the depths of Shikun, those who are not capable of Huajing can come in and cannot get out.

"Do you want me to hide here and watch my clansmen be wiped out? That's clanskilling! Do you understand clanskilling?" Leng Qingxie is like a hell Shura, with red eyes turning into spiritual whips and ruthlessly toward Fengyun Mo Take away.

Feng Yunmo was hit by Leng Qingxie's whip, and retreated a few steps. Seeing that he was about to go out of the mountain, Feng Yunmo hurriedly caught up, and made a ruthless move, using "stars and chess pieces" to trap Leng Qingxie in the chess.

Due to the passing of Leng Qingxie's spiritual power, the wounds on his body have not improved, and they are still getting worse. Although he is a level higher than Feng Yunmo, he is not against Feng Yunmo at this time.

Leng Qingxie was surrounded by Feng Yunmo's chess pieces, bound him like countless ropes, only one head was exposed, he was furious, and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Feng Yunmo's face was also pale. He felt that his spiritual power seemed to be flowing out, and the mark on his right shoulder was burning and unbearable.

Looking up at Leng Qingxie, he saw him looking at him coldly.

Extracting spiritual power, crushing with thoughts.This is the highest punishment for the spirit master to betray the master's spirit.

"No matter when and where, betraying the spirit master is a dead end." The voice of Yan Ling came out again in his mind.

Damn it, like a curse!Don't you just make a move? This is also considered betrayal?

Feng Yunmo endured the severe pain, but he didn't take back the pawn. He shouted angrily: "Leng Qingxie, my mother is also in Lingxu. I know you don't spare your life, but you can take revenge only if you live! Sober up!"

Lingqing sensed Fengyunmo's kindness, and he kept calling out to Leng Qingxie, but Leng Qingxie didn't respond and kept looking at Fengyunmo.

In an instant, Feng Yunmo added another chess piece, trapping Leng Qingxie, but hurt himself enough, he closed his eyes wearily, and only supported himself by a little obsession.

Leng Qingxie underestimated Feng Yunmo's stubbornness, he almost lost his life, and he didn't intend to let go.

"Your Highness, he is right. It is useless for you to go out now!"

Sanyang suddenly appeared incarnate, Leng Qingxie withdrew his thoughts, and made three bows respectfully to Sanyang Lingzun, Feng Yunmo took the chess and spread it on the ground.

The sleeves of the clothes swayed by the cold wind, Leng Qingxie asked Sanyang Lingzun:

"Lingzun, can you save my family?"

"No."

"Then do you know who took the lives of my people?"

"His Royal Highness will look for it in the future."

"Lingzun, I know that you have a secret method that can increase a person's spiritual power within a few years. I hope you can teach me."

"How can you be in a hurry to practice? I have the secret method. I don't practice it myself, and I won't spread it to the outside world. Only by following the right path can you last for a long time."

Leng Qingxie wanted to say more, Sanyang Lingzun had turned into a blue light and left.

Beyond Shikun, at Lingxu King City.

The sky above the Lingxu was as it was seen in the prophecy map of the century, with dark clouds covering the sky, and the inside and outside of the Lingxu was completely dark.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

The strong wind is strong, and everything will be destroyed when it encounters it. The thunder and lightning in the sky caused a big fire on the ancient tree. The fire spread and soon surrounded the entire royal city.

The torrent of rocks carrying broken objects flowed out of the mountain and poured into the Heli River.

The faces of the people from the Tianji City closest to the Lingxu changed, and the Sanskrit voice of the city lord spread throughout the Tianji City. He said: "Quickly open the Tianji strategy, the young ones will enter, and the rest belong to the brave men of my Tianji clan. Follow me to protect the royal city." !"

"Yes!" The hero of Tianji City responded loudly, the voice resounded to the sky, resounding inside and outside Sanyang Peak.

All of a sudden, there was a burst of rumbling sound from the underground of Tianji City.

But seeing that the wood and stone turned sharply, the mechanism was opened, and a big hole suddenly appeared in the ground of the city, and there were two floors of underground palaces in the hole. This is the secret of Tianjice. No entry.Unless ten members of the Tianji tribe control the mechanism and let you enter, you will surely die.

Zou Yu sat on the tallest tower of Tianji City, crossed his legs and closed his eyes, and saw him coming out from a soul, heading straight to the Lingxu deep in Beiming.

In the other place, the Luling clansman wanted to turn thousands of miles away, but unexpectedly, not far from Beiming, he bumped into the ghost ghost and the Qingyi clan by mistake.

At this time, Leng Xiuming and more than [-] high-ranking clansmen stayed behind in the royal city, vowing to guard until the end of their lives.A member of the clan objected to Leng Xiuming bringing high-ranking clansmen to death, and scolded him for being stupid.Leng Xiuming cut off his head in a fit of rage, his indifferent and sad eyes reflected the color of the sky, he said: "I want to see what exactly is going to destroy our Luling clan!"

As soon as Leng Xiuming finished speaking, a black-haired old man from a foreign race suddenly broke into the Lingxu King City, and within a few seconds he reached the jade steps of the Xuanming Hall.

"King of the Luling Clan, you must leave, because you cannot reverse the situation. If you resist tenaciously, it will bring disaster to the Shikun Luling Clan far away in the west."

"How do you know?" Leng Xiuming looked at him coldly, the tip of the sword was only an inch away from the center of his eyebrows.

"My old friend did not hesitate to reveal secrets to me for the sake of all the clansmen on the mainland, and sacrificed his life. He saved my clan, and I can't bear to see the Luling clan wiped out." Zou Yu's voice was neither fast nor slow, as if to comfort the world.

"Why are there so many prophets in my family, he only looks for you as an outsider."

"Because he can trust me." Zou Yu paused, stroked his beard and said, "Wang Ke still remembers the lost prophet you met in Beiming when you were young?"

Leng Xiu stood up fiercely: "It's you?"

Zou Yu nodded with a smile.

When Leng Xiuming was young, he went to Beiming with Yan Ling to find a rare spirit beast. He was still young, arrogant and impatient, he dumped Yan Ling and ran alone. Later, he was in danger and almost died. Fortunately, he met Zou Yu, who was lost, rescued him in distress.

When Yan Ling found Leng Xiuming, he was very excited when he saw Zou Yu, but it turned out that they had known each other for a long time, and they were friends for many years. No worse than others.

But even though Leng Xiuming recognized Zou Yu, he didn't want to listen to his advice, he just pretended to agree and coaxed Zou Yu away.

Afterwards, Cang Mo also rushed over from Shikun Secret Realm, and he told Leng Xiuming similar words to Zou Yu, telling him to give up the Lingxu King City.

Leng Xiuming refused to listen, insisting on going his own way, Cang Mo was speechless, and only left him a elixir, saying: "If you are about to die, take it."

"Please stop him for me." Leng Xiuming looked at Cang Mo and said.

"Your Highness has already made a fuss, now it's quiet."

Leng Xiuming stood holding the sword, watched Cang Mo go away, then raised his head high and said to the black sky: "Come on! Let me see what you look like!".

Two hours later, the sky suddenly brightened, and before everyone could put on their happy smiles, a glaring giant light suddenly appeared from the side of the day.

A flood of light pierced through the dark clouds and headed straight for Lingxu King City.The statue of the dragon and the dragon in the center of the royal city was knocked down by Hong Guang, and a big hole was made on the ground. The cracks covered the statue in an instant, and the statue turned into powder in an instant.

Immediately, countless torrents of light descended, and Lingxu instantly turned into a place of fire in purgatory.

The wave of the death spirit sea was blown up by the wind and flowed upstream, flooding the island of Zhuling where Feng Jiuyou was imprisoned, and the fire that was extinguished in the royal city also flooded half of the ruined royal city.

The members of the Luling tribe didn't even have a chance to resist, and they just disappeared into the wind one by one.

Leng Xiuming felt that his spiritual power was forcibly drawn away bit by bit by an invisible force. He felt that the bone marrow in his body was broken one by one.

Now he could no longer lift the sword in his hand, and he didn't even have the strength to break it by himself. He reached for the thin-necked jade bottle Cang Mo gave him in his bosom, opened the bottle, raised his head and poured the medicine into his mouth.

As he was dying, Leng Xiuming saw a huge cloud in the sky, which turned into an eye.He murmured, "So that's how it is..."

The affected Tianji City has long been in ruins.The underground city was also smashed out of several big holes.

In the end, the members of the Luling clan in the Lingxu disappeared.The Tianji Clan was also destroyed, leaving only ten members.

However, regarding the destruction of the Luling Clan in Lingxu, except for the Spirit Ghosts and the Qingyi Clan, the other clansmen on the Xiuling Continent did not know about it. They only saw that the entire Tianji Clan was wiped out in that catastrophe. There are the ruins of the royal city as evidence.

"Let's keep this ruin for future generations to see." In Tianji City, Zou Yu was the only surviving elder.He hunched over, picked up a handful of loess, held it lightly, and the fine grains turned into sand.

The quicksand at the fingertips has taken away the panic of the past, the nightmare of the past, and the melancholy of the vicissitudes of the future generations, but it cannot take away the silent sorrow of the present.

Beside him stood ten children of different heights, the only thing they had in common was that they all had immature faces with tears hanging down their faces.

"I'm afraid the people who come later have lost their hearts." He said again, and walked away with ten children.

The sky is calm, the mountain breeze is radiant, and time is playing in the command room. How many people come and go to pay attention?

Those who have survived this crisis turn the horrific scenes into stories, tell them to the posterity, try to educate the younger generations, and be proactive, so they will not be able to protect themselves when the catastrophe strikes in the future.

However, some younger generations do not know the evil ways of heaven without suffering, and only say that what they say is boring.