Chapter 350 King of the World
"Bum!"
The spirit of forgetfulness was completely absorbed, and Qin Mengli fell to the ground, and his vitality had completely disappeared.
A generation of strong men in the Holy Land died.
"Is this... the power of fairyland?" The forgetful son immediately condensed a body, no longer a wisp of soul.
He suddenly released his powerful power, swept across all directions, lifted the whole hut, stood in mid-air, and looked around coldly.
The forgetful disciples who were waiting around were shocked one after another, avoiding the attack of rocks, and looked at the forgetful son who appeared in mid-air in surprise.
"Who are you and why did you appear in this faction?" Immediately, someone roared: "Where is our Taoist Lord?"
"Dead." Forgetting his feelings, he said lightly and looked at the people around him with a terrible look.
After thinking about it, he found that he did not need any subordinates to dominate the immortals and become high-level immortals, especially those in the human world, which are of no use.
"In that case, let's all die." The forgetful son said in a loud voice and waved his hand.
"Boom!"
The sky shook, and thousands of fairy lights fell, sprinkled in the path of forgetfulness.
"No!"
Every forgetful disciple was roaring and shouting, but he seemed so powerless, like an ant before the flood, which was directly suppressed into pieces by thousands of fairy lights, and no one survived.
He looked around indifferently, and his body flashed and left directly.
What happened in the forgetful way is very shocking. The thousands of peaks in it have all been razed to the ground, and nothing exists.
After the people in Qingcheng found this situation, they were shocked, but they did not dare to act recklessly.
It was not until three days later that a monk had the courage to enter the interior of forgetfulness to see what had happened.
As a result, Qin Mengli's body was found!
The monks living in Qingcheng have naturally seen the appearance of Qin Mengli. When I saw Qin Mengli's body, I couldn't believe it, but it was a fact.
Not long after, the news of Li Changyi's death was also transmitted.
Today's rocks, storms suddenly rise, and how many monks have died. The bones were buried on the ground, and blood was sprinkled all over the sky.
Even the strong man standing at the peak of the holy land has died continuously and can't guarantee his own life. In such a situation, everyone is in danger, but there is no way to protect themselves.
In troubled times, everyone is an ant, and life is full of blood and fire. Who can be at peace?
A long sky, the army of the underworld gathered together, black and pressed, like a black cloud covering the sky. The king is in the world, and no one is invincible.
"Supreme, I heard that Qin Mengli is dead."
Mingtian nodded, and seven stars appeared in front of him, emitting a hazy brilliance.
In his operation, the seven stars showed mysterious changes, communicated the world, transmitted the information of the world into his mind, and immediately understood many problems.
"Can't find it, is it really dead?" Mingtian raised his eyebrows and felt a little puzzled: "It's too strange who can let him die silently."
"I heard that the whole forgetfulness was slaughtered." The Great Demon King said lightly.
"It's a strange situation. In this case, let's go and have a look." Mingtian said slowly, "Anyway, our next goal is originally Qin Mengli. Although Qin Mengli seems to be dead, he still needs to confirm it in person. I don't want any threats that I don't know.
Under the words of the underworld, the army of the underworld went to the northern region.
Fly all the way, the place where it passed made all sentient beings horrified, lest there would be a battle and affect themselves.
After entering the northern region, the northern monsters that originally existed everywhere seemed to have received some information, and coincidentally disappeared everywhere.
At the extreme glance, there is no monster on the vast grassland!
Fortunately, the army of the underworld itself did not come for the monsters in the northern region, but continued to go to the place of forgetfulness.
When the army of the underworld stepped on the ruins of forgetfulness and looked down, the underworld and others looked very cold.
"It seems that a person who is not weaker than me took action. Who is it? Xiao Taixu? But he doesn't have to take action against Qin Mengli, right?" Ming Tian muttered to himself, quite puzzled by the situation in front of him.
How many strong people exist in the world should have been clear at a glance. But now looking at the stormy world, it seems a little strange and unpredictable.
"Supreme, what should we do next?"
"Then deal with the emptiness religion." Mingtian said coldly, "Although Xiao Taixu is not weak to my existence, it is better to deal with him alone than to deal with the four strong people in the Holy Land. Moreover, I just need to make some preparations. It's not a problem to defeat Xiao Taixu, but it will take more time.
"Please give me the supreme instructions?" The four heavenly kings of the underworld said in unison.
"Temporarily, when you go back to the underworld, you have to prepare that thing first to ensure that you will not lose to deal with Xiao Taixu." Mingtian said with his hands and returned with the army of the underworld.
Coming out of the underworld, this army is tens of millions of people, powerful and invincible.
After the successive wars, there were only a few million people left in the underworld, and even many underworld envoys died one after another, but they were also stronger than the top faction.
No one will forget their achievements. Every time I think of them, people seem to have the most terrible nightmares.
Even if the army of the underworld returns to the underworld, it is the same.
Everyone is worried that the army of the underworld will come out at any time, just like such a war. At that time, how many people can survive the war? Almost everyone trembled.
Time has passed slowly, one year... two years... three years... always pass through the fingers inadvertently, and you can't catch it.
Even if you try your best to release the last trace of strength, you still have to go.
With the passage of time, many things have changed.
There are still four top monasterants in the world, which are the world's expectations, but not many people want to enter them, and they can't help but decline.
How many people can forget what happened three years ago?
Can the shadow of the underworld really be expelled from the dark dream?
Every time in a hazy dream, seeing the comeback army, do many people suddenly wake up, sweat coldly, and look extremely pale?
A haze will always converge over the human world.
In this case, does anyone know the young man who walked in the underworld and killed the strong man in the holy world?
After walking through thousands of mountains and rivers, the young man looked at the dilapidated mountains and rivers, the sad ruins, and looked for them bitterly.
Can the peerless beauty of the past reappear in front of his eyes?