Chapter 629 Worthy
The dull and loud noise traversed the sky, and the momentum even overwhelmed the thunder in the sky.
Hanging in the sky, Cymbidium spinosa instinctively looked down, and the pupils shrank suddenly.
I saw hundreds of eddies suddenly rising from the surface of the river. The eddies are big or small, fast or slow, like a giant with hundreds of eyes opening his eyes.
The monks who were standing on the river embankment to destroy the dam felt a strong earthquake before they recovered from the tinnitus caused by the huge explosion.
Some quick-response monks immediately flew into the air to avoid the earthquake,
And those monks who reacted a little slower, or who had no ability to fly, staggered and fell to the ground. Either fall into the cracks in the rock formation, or be swept away by the torrent, and disappear in the turbulent water.
The river embankment completely collapsed, and the Yellow River roared and rushed down the embankment. The foam at the front lined up in a straight line, like a white horse, charging towards the dilapidated city.
This time, not only the buildings were destroyed and flattened, but even the soil layer was moving—the violent vibration and water erosion caused large-scale soil liquefaction,
The buildings a little further away take the city as the unit, flowing and drifting as a whole, and finally rolling and toppling.
"What the **** is happening?"
Shang Yang, suspended in the sky, swallowed his saliva. The whole city of Xingzhou couldn't see its original appearance at all, only some ruins could be vaguely seen in the vast yellow water.
Feng He, who was wearing armor and remained silent from the beginning to the end, finally spoke at this time, and said in a low and rough voice: "It's over."
As Feng He said, the most dangerous flood peak is passed in such a way,
This also means that that person can finally free up his hands.
In the sky, Lian Xuanxiao swiped with his left hand, the vast power of runes distorted the earth, cracking the surface of the earth.
Water of the Wanjun River engulfs broken walls and pours into it, forming large or small eddies, leading to the bottomless darkness.
The monstrous torrent that could have submerged several places and displaced millions of people has gradually diminished and shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"The lamp of life has gone out, the ape old man is dead and cannot be rescued."
Pulil's expression changed a few times, and he made a decision immediately, took off the jade hairpin on his head, and swiped in the air, "Let's go!"
嗡—
Where the tip of the hairpin passed, there was a burst of ripples in the air, accompanied by a strong surge of spiritual energy, forming a translucent tunnel of more than a thousand meters.
At the end of the tunnel, there is a vast desert.
The scorching sun hangs high in the desert, through the blurred hot air flow, only continuous sand dunes and complex talisman arrays buried between the sand dunes can be seen.
The hosta of Cynthias spinosa, named Huangsha Xingji, is an alienated object unearthed in the Western Regions. The first-time owner is untestable. Its effect is to open a teleportation array, leading to any desert in the world.
And the magnificent talisman array that is waiting to be activated is a bright deterrent—people other than Zhao Ming pass through the passage, and the only end is to be bombarded and turned into scum.
Everyone in Zhaoming stepped into the corridor one after another, their figures gradually blurred, including Ya Jiu, who was lying in ambush on the surface, also walked out of the collapsed building, flew into the air, and walked into the corridor together.
The last dozens of slaves who were still alive realized that Zhaoming was going to run away, so they took off regardless of everything, rushed towards the corridor, and shouted: "Take us!"
"Please! We were born and died for Zhaoming!"
"Take us a ride, Yu Guo will not let us go!"
These slaves participated in the destruction of the embankment, and they had a deep blood feud with Yu State. If they fell into the hands of the Zhen Fusi, even death would be a luxury.
"Get out! You deserve it too?"
Fei Lian spat. These monks have been locked up underground all year round to dig tunnels. No matter how vicious they were before, after several years of suffering, they have lost their fighting spirit and mood, and it is difficult to break through in practice.
Yan Fu beside him was even more straightforward. He punched out a slave cultivator who was trying to hitch a ride to escape from here.
The meaning is obvious, let these slaves run away in order to distract the attention of the Zhenfu Division and the Academy, and buy time for Zhaoming to evacuate.
Yu Jiu suddenly said: "Maybe it will be useful in the future."
Fei Lian frowned, seeing that Cynthias spinosa hadn't made a statement, he stopped talking, and waved his hand to signal Yan Fu to let him go.
Seeing this, a group of slaves rushed into the corridor immediately, with a grateful expression on their stiff faces.
The blurring of the tunnel is still going on,
The skyline in the far distance has already lit up with a white rainbow of sword energy—the Luoyang Academy and Zhenfu Division have received news that they will arrive here soon.
The only ones who have not been evacuated from the scene are Jun Qianzi.
“.”
He looked at the collapsed land and the slowly shrinking torrent, but there was not much anger and anger on his face, and there was only a little surprise on his face.
"My nephew, killed Yuansou and collapsed the river bed?"
Jun Qianzi recovered from his astonishment, shook his head with a smile and said, "It seems that he still underestimated him."
“We all underestimated him.”
More than a thousand meters away, in the center of the most noisy and violent wind and thunder, Lian Xuanxiao said calmly with a calm expression.
Hoo—
As the strong wind blew, Lian Xuanxiao's sleeve swayed violently, exposing his right arm.
The arm that was already pitch black and skinny like charcoal was even more tragic at this time.
The skin was missing, and the dried tendons and dark red dry blood lines were exposed, making one wonder how such an arm could still move.
The five declines of heaven and man are not limited to the arms,
The dark red blood line ran along the arm, spread to other limbs and torso, and the skin continued to turn into glowing powder, which drifted away with the wind. Like crystal clear dust.
"Is it worth it?"
Jun Qianzi stared at the dust blown by the wind, and said regretfully.
The five declines of heaven and man are a threshold that has blocked all monks throughout the ages. It cannot be crossed, but can only be delayed.
Lian Xuanxiao once reached the realm of Linyuan, and he saw the scene at the other end of the line, just like people like Taoist, Buddha, and Haotian Prophet.
Even if the five declines of heaven and man have come, as long as he uses less cultivation and devotes himself to meditation, he can still extend his lifespan and delay for a longer time.
But he went against the sky again and again.
Until now, his decayed body has been overwhelmed, and the decline that originated from the soul can no longer be concealed.
The pain suffered every moment is beyond any kind of mortal torture.
"Isn't it worth it?"
Lian Xuanxiao asked back.
Floods did not take away all hope. The water in the vast ocean was full and ebbed, and the signs of life appeared again.
People were floating on the water with wooden planks, and there were cries for help from the top of the ruined buildings.
On the hills far away, the survivors were indistinct, using wooden sticks, fishing nets and other crude tools to rescue other people who drifted down the river.
"Jun! Qian! Son!"
Fei Lian's shout sounded from below, and several monks from Zhenfu Division had already arrived, attacking Zhaoming desperately, trying to interrupt the teleportation tunnel.
More and more monks' auras also appeared on the horizon, from far to near.
(end of this chapter)