Through the heavy sky full of holes, Zhou Shu landed in the realm.

This is an unfamiliar mature world.

Xuanyuan Sword was set, Zhou Shu was also ready to fight, but after a while, nothing happened.

According to common sense, if a powerful existence like Zhou Shu appeared in a realm, it would definitely attract attention. The will of heaven and earth, the way of heaven, and the powerful practitioners in the realm would all appear, block or communicate, but there was nothing.

There is no heaven?

It’s not too surprising that many realms don’t have the Way of Heaven, and even a mature realm may have a vacuum of power.

Heaven and earth will sleep?

It's also possible.

But without the presence of a practitioner, there is no way to explain it. Isn't there actually a strong enough practitioner in this world?

Zhou Shu shook his head and swept down.

His brows frowned slightly, and everything he could see was a dead gray.

The entire world was surrounded by gray mist, and there was no trace of aura in the gray mist, but there was an extremely strange aura, which was hard to describe, like a dead life alive.

There is no need to mention the death machine, it is the desire for death, everything will come to an end, when all thoughts are gray, it is clear to understand the law of life and death.

How can there be so many crashes in a world? Besides, these crashes are still active.

It is hard to imagine that someone can survive these deadlocks, even those who are extremely vigorous practitioners will be infected by deadlocks and unconsciously go to a dead end.

Zhou Shu somewhat understood why those people desperately wanted to leave. In such a world, no one can survive.

Bang, bang, bang!

There was a sound of fighting.

Zhou Shu heard the sound and saw that the fight came from a valley not far away.

A group of people are attacking the valley, and a few people in the valley are struggling to support them with formations.

"The spirit stones are running out and the formation is about to disappear, what should I do?"

A middle-aged practitioner shook his head with an anxious look.

The old man stood up and said solemnly, "I'll go ahead and hold on."

"What about it? How long can I last? It will soon be gone."

The middle-aged woman sighed, "Forget it, don't go, wait until the battle is broken, and see if we can rush out, if we don't, we will die, and we will suffer when we live."

A young man clenched his fist and said fiercely, "I knew I should have run out of the sky with Grandpa Xu. Maybe there is still a chance."

"Actually, whatever you do is dead..."

The middle-aged man shook his head, with infinite sadness in his eyes, "Damn it, how did our five gluttonous world become like this..."

Boom!

With a loud noise, the formation crashed down, and a large group of people rushed in.

In fact, they are no longer humans, just like refining corpses.

The whole body was gray and dry, with gray eyes without a trace of luster. There was no trace of vitality from them, only endless crashes, and no souls existed. However, the strength was surprisingly powerful. The valley roared from time to time.

"Fight!"

The young man rushed over with a loud shout. His cultivation was only in the Golden Core Realm. As soon as he rushed into the crowd, he was beaten into the air and fell to the ground with blood spurting out.

"Ning'er!"

The woman screamed, and immediately rushed over, and the others rushed out to fight with the group of non-human people.

After a while, a few fell, only the old man was still supporting, but it seemed to be a matter of breath.

The old man looked at the screaming young man, grief and indignation, and he unconsciously roared into the sky, "Damn god, what are you doing! Why do we suffer such sins while we practice hard? God, look up. , What has the current five gluttonous world become like, why, why!"

Those refining corpses gathered around together, and on those expressionless faces, nothing but death could be seen.

The old man stopped resisting, holding the young man with his eyes closed to death.

At this moment, there was a sudden gust of wind.

In the gust of wind, a figure appeared from time to time, and between waving hands, those refined corpses were all turned into powder, and there were no bones.

The old man sensed all this and quickly opened his eyes, but saw a young monk standing in front of him with a weird little beast on his shoulders, his expression condensed.

Naturally Zhou Shu.

He finally saw someone who could communicate, and he couldn't just die like that.

The old man stared at Zhou Shu, but he didn't know what to say. Zhou Shu smiled lightly, raised his sleeves and pulled the young man up. There was no movement. The young man's pale face turned bloody, and his consciousness quickly recovered. The surrounding scenes were filled with sorrow.

There was a lot of hatred in his eyes, but he did not act too much, did not cry, and did not make trouble.

"Thank you senior for your life-saving grace!"

The old man fell down and knocked several heads at Zhou Shu.

Zhou Shu seemed thoughtful, the old man's language was not so difficult to understand, even without the interpreter of Lucky Beast, he could still listen to it all.

The old man raised his head and pleaded, "Senior, get out of here! There will be corpses coming, much more powerful than these. They can't finish killing... If you can, can Senior take us a ride?"

"Don't hurry."

Zhou Shu shook his head and said calmly, "You have to tell me something I want to know."

The old man hadn't spoken yet, the young man stood up and saluted, "Thank you, senior, for helping me. Let's say what seniors want to know."

Zhou Shu smiled slightly, "Who are you?"

The old man said slowly ~lightnovelpub.net~ to inform seniors that we are all from the same family, Wentingshan Wenjia, I am the head of the clan Wen Yiyuan, he is my clan Sun Wenning, our family is originally from Ding Xingwang, But now... only the two of us are left. "

The young man gritted his teeth and was silent.

Zhou Shu nodded, "Scorpion people, those were corpse people just now? When did they appear?"

"Yes, senior, that's the **** corpse."

Wen Ning nodded vigorously, "Maybe the predecessors just came out of the mountain? I don't know that the world has completely changed now. About a thousand years ago, some practitioners did not die after they died, but became such corpses. Without consciousness, kill when you see people, and those who are killed by them will soon become corpses like them... At first there were not many, but now more and more, the whole world is all there."

Wen Yiyuan added, "Those corpses are not afraid of anything, and their cultivation is better than they were before. They all carry a great deal of unexplainable power and are not opponents at all. So we have built many cities to defend, but now There is not much left, there is one 170,000 miles away..."

"Senior, senior! We still have time to rush now."

He looked into the distance with a lot of panic.

Not far away, a group of dark shadows were coming. They were so heavy that they could no longer see the number.

Zhou Shu didn't move, and said slowly, "The corpse man should not be able to use resources, nor can he grow? You cultivators can use resources to cultivate, and the reserve force is continuous, and you can gradually become stronger. Why are the corpses persecuted? So far? And, isn't there a big sect or something like that?"

"Big sect? Resources?"

Both of them were stunned.

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