Chapter 119 The Lord's Abyss

A scream of pain was the last roar before death. The sound was full of howling and unwillingness, and even a trace of regret. I shouldn't have come here, but everything became empty, fell here, and became a wisp of heroic spirit sleeping here.

Entering the Holy Mountain for a long time, Lei Dong only saw a crazy strong man, a strong man of the human race who was suspected to have come in with him, but the rest did not see it.

He took a step by step, and passed through the original blank area and entered the third area of the Holy Mountain. The green grass was green, full of vitality, and full of a breath of life. This was the power of nature. He was thundering and unintentionally watching. He heard a scream in his ears. Many people fell in front of him, which had become a slaughterhouse.

"It's here!"

Looking from afar, many people gathered in front of them, and the farther end was dark. It seemed to be an abyss to cut off the road ahead, blocking everyone from moving forward. There were many black shadows in front of everyone shaking like death, which seemed very strange, without a trace of life, like a ghost.

There are a lot of people from all over the world, and they rushed over with the roar of thunder, but they came in different directions, obviously from the strong who entered the Holy One from all directions.

The thunder came forward and saw a frightening scene.

A black ghost guard, holding a dark long gun in his hand, and a black light shines on the barrel of the gun. The tip of the gun stabbed a strong man and nailed it to the ground. He did not have eyes but looked at the crowd. He could clearly feel the fierce and murderous eyes. If he took a step forward, he would be killed by the ghost.

The strong man who was held by the gun rod was no longer angry. The body slowly turned into decay. A stream of corpse gas and dead gas permeated. The strange gun rod actually absorbed the essence of the body, and the blood force disappeared into the black gun shaft and disappeared. Before long, the strong man turned into a mummified corpse, the barrel of the gun trembled, and he was thrown into the endless abyss behind.

"Hss!"

There are only a few breathing times before and after. With such a tragic means, a master of the main god was slaughtered in just a few breaths, like a beast, which is frightening and has a lot of fighting power. There are many peerless masters in the field. They are still cautious and dare not dare to move forward.

"Sure enough, it is exactly the same as recorded in ancient books. These are the guards of the underworld. Each of them has the strength of the peak of the main god and is a big guard in the holy mountain. I don't know how many ancient sages have been buried in their hands!" An old man sighed deeply and said such a secret.

The Holy Mountain has been around for so long that it is impossible to examine the age of its birth. Only the ancient life born with the Epoch world may know.

For countless years, countless strong people have explored the holy mountain, and some strong people have used anti-sky secrets to pass on what they have seen and heard in it. This is a record of the major ethnic group. This is a kind of ancient book, which is too far away to test its authenticity. According to the ancient books, the underworld guard is one of them.

In the name of the underworld, it is the most terrible guard in the heavens. With the strength of the main god, it can kill the strong men of the major clans.

Scanning at the four fields, there are also many Nether Guards holding black spears in their hands, such as the hell god of death who harvests souls, constantly killing the strong men of the major races. Before they guard the black abyss, they are the guardians of this abys. Any creature who steps into the abyss is their target.

"The strength of the peak of the main god is really strong. If many underworld guards fight together, even the supreme god is not an opponent!" Lei Dong sighed secretly.

Boom!

A shocking collision suddenly broke out next to him. The roar was loud, the black fog exploded, and a ghost guard broke up. He burst into a golden luster. There was a faint brand, as big as a rune, with traces of heavens on it, and it seemed to have spiritual fluctuations like divine literature.

"The imprint of the strong!"

With an exclamation, some people were well-informed and guessed what this thing was. However, at the moment he exited, someone had a strong speed and appeared next to the golden rune. This was a young and latecomer. His blonde hair was ethereal, not a pure human race. He smiled and quickly put the golden charm. Wen held it in his hand, with an ecstatic look on his face.

More than ten breaths appeared in the rear to lock him firmly and prepare to do it, but the man was slightly stagnant and seemed to stop in place. Before everyone could take action, his body suddenly burst and turned into a mass of light fog.

"Where are the people?"

The light and fog slowly dispersed, but there was no one in place. Even the golden imprint disappeared and disappeared with the young descendants. Many people sighed, which was a pity.

"The imprint of the strong. It is said that this is the true spirit of the strong man who fell on his body after his death. Everything in front of him is too powerful, leaving a trace of Taoism in the holy mountain. The combination of countless strong people's Taoism marks is the imprint of the strong, in which there is a supreme feeling, just like the origin of the law of heaven and earth, and a lot of value!"

Next to the thunder, an old man slowly spit out a secret. He did not have any reservations. He said bluntly that all the people around him heard it, which immediately caused bursts of whispers. At the same time, hot eyes fell on the few underworld guards in front of him.

The golden imprint just now was the explosion of the underworld guards. These underworld guards should have the imprint of the strong in their bodies. Such a treasure makes many people's eyes hot.

"If you can get the imprint of the strong, you will be guided by countless strong people. It is easy to break through the realm, and you can even feel the imprint left in it. It is the most powerful secret method of the strong in his life. Only this most familiar secret method can be left behind after death!"

The old man continued to spit out, and the more he said it, the more frightening it became.

Many people have a deep look at the old man. This person is well-informed and seems to be very familiar with everything in his body. He knows too much, but he is very strange to him. He is not a strong man of several clans at all, and his identity is secret.

"Lord God's abyss!"

Compared with others, Lei Dong has long been imprinted and inherited, but the imprint he gets is only the woman's memory, memory, secret art, perception, and various opportunities he already knows. There is still a description of this place in the woman's memory. Lei Dong searched for it. This place is called Xiaosheng Mountain, and according to the words of this era, it is called The main abyss is more appropriate.

The main mountain is after the main god's abyss. It is the most mysterious place, which is incompatible with the whole holy mountain and exudes another breath.

In the ethereal of nothingness, it makes people feel a real feeling, strange, like detachment, and very different, very mysterious.

"That's the breath!"

A stream of tidal air spreads out of the black abyss in front of him. The thunder is slightly felt, and his heart is greatly shaken. He is very familiar with this breath. It seems to be detached and slightly different. It can make people feel a kind of ** from the depths of the soul, but he can't really see its shape.

"Why, I always feel like I've seen it somewhere?"

One in the Holy Mountain gives people a feeling of déjà vu. Not only is it thundering for one person, but the rest also feel that this breath is particularly familiar, but they can't say it. Among the people, only the old man who just spoke moved, revealing a trace of imperceptible surprise, and a trace of light blooming in the turbid imprint.

In the distance, several leaders of the big clans came one after another with their own men. At this time, the black abyss broke out, and they came, as if it was a good time.

The immortals, demons, human beings, demons, spirits, and all come from the five races. The leaders are at the level of the supreme god. Their strength is unfathomable, but they look at the main abyss in front of them with a wary face. When they came in, they were all the focus of attention, with their different missions and tasks. At this time, they were disgraced and lost a lot. Obviously, they encountered a lot of crises in the Holy Mountain.

"Since ancient times, there has been a road to the Holy Mountain. Why do I always feel that they are completely different from the two regions I have experienced? Is it possible that there are other roads in the Holy Mountain?" The thunder glanced at them.

There is only one way to the Holy Mountain, but it can be entered from different directions. This is a point that everyone has agreed since ancient times. Otherwise, all races will not have entered the Holy Mountain at will. Now Lei Dong has noticed a trace of unusualness, secretly paying attention to the behavior of the rest of the people and wants to learn something from their conversation.

With a slight shock, the main abyss returned to Pingjin before the abyss. No one took action rashly. After all, every underworld guard is particularly powerful and needs to be cautious. Many people gathered together to secretly form a group to discuss countermeasures, prepare to sneak up on the Underworld Guard, and grab the brand of the strong. This ** is really too big.