Yet soon.Kang Yunuo knew that Shen Changsheng was not playing any conspiracy, but he was really confident.Because.As time passed, he found that he couldn't shake the formation arranged by Shen Changsheng.This formation is really like an iron wall, no matter how he slashes and bursts, he can't damage it in the slightest.This discovery made him despair.But naturally, neither he nor the rest of the Middle-earth Manifestations were willing to sit still.Although he found that everything he had done seemed to be a little futile, he gritted his teeth and continued to bombard the formation left by Shen Changsheng.In the sky, the rumbling explosions were endless.Shen Changsheng sat firmly on the Diaoyutai platform, calmly and even looked a little indifferent at this scene.He firmly believed that the formation that he had spent a lot of divine materials arranging and could only last for a month, and more than a dozen cultivators of the Manifestation Realm would be impossible to break unless they had an artifact in their hands.Or, there is a master figure in the formation on the other side, who can accurately grasp the few vulnerable points in the formation he arranged.Otherwise, in this month's time, whether Kang Yunuo and the others want to or not, they can only operate in this area of thousands of miles!
One day.Two days.On the third day, Su Ziya and the other natives of the Ganjing Heavenly Realm arrived, and behind them, there were densely packed people, like the same as the boundless world.Each of these people is a cultivator.Of course, most of them are weak.In the Jingtian Realm, of course, there are mortals, and even if the number of people is not as large as the outside world, they still account for more than eighty percent.But these people have been given up by Su Ziya and others.Without becoming cultivators, they wouldn't waste their few efforts to save them.In this moment of life and death, sometimes it is so cruel.And behind all the cultivators, there was yellow sand everywhere and a violent wind.The Jing Heaven Realm has begun to shatter.Even if you could stand high enough to look down on the entire Jing Tian Realm, you would find that the Jing Tian Realm had disappeared by a full third.Where it disappeared, the earth fell, and became ashes, and then nothingness.This nothingness is the space-time tunnel.And it is an extremely violent space-time tunnel, even if the Manifestation Saint is in it, it is difficult to live, at most, but it can be strong for a while.Only the powerhouses above the Divine Realm can be alive and kicking in this kind of violent time and space.But if they encounter something strange and terrifying, what awaits them is death.In the Jing Heaven Realm, there is dead air everywhere.Those abandoned natives of the Jingtian Realm have almost all gone crazy, and everyone's sanity has been deeply evil in their hearts.
Consumed by evil.They all knew that time was running out for them to wait for someone.When a person knows that he is going to die, perhaps he will despair, but he will be restricted and cannot do anything.Or maybe they have concerns in their hearts and don't dare to do some evil things.But when a race knows that all of them are going to die, then the race will be crazy like never before, and they can do anything.It's just that those voices, the wails and screams everywhere, Su Ziya and the others can't hear them, and they won't listen to them.Su Ziya, who was about to die of old age, leaned over his body, staring ahead with cloudy eyes.He knew that the speed at which the Jingtian Realm would be shattered would only get faster and faster, just like a leaky ship, it could be saved at first, but as more and more water entered the ship, the speed at which the ship descended made it too late to save it, and it was impossible to save it.And so it is with himself.His life, under normal circumstances, would have lived for a hundred years.But now, in order to explode at the peak of a certain moment, he has compressed all his spiritual qi in his heart, so his life is about to end, and there are less than ten days left at most.()