Dongdong!

Fortunately, Ye Qingyu's location was very close to the shore.

Moreover, the suppression power of the water of the Tianhe River did not have much effect on Ye Qingyu. His physical strength was extremely powerful. He jumped forward along the huge reefs, many times faster than the Qianhuan Venerable. He was as fast as a monkey, tigers and leopards. He took about a stick of incense to jump to the shore.

The first moment he got ashore, he discovered some details that he had never noticed before.

It turns out that the boat of Netherworld Ferry is not crossing the Ling River, but crossing along the river. In this way, the position of people getting off the boat is even more erratic, so the water surface of Tianhe, about a thousand meters wide, will make the boat ferry for so long. The boat ahead is gone, and I don’t know where to take the dog. However, one thing is certain: the longer the boat is, the greater the benefits, and the safer the place to get off the boat.

Retracting his mind, Ye Qingyu began to look at the scene on the banks of Tianhe River.

There is fog everywhere in front of you.

The black chaotic fog isolates the sky and the earth.

"There are so many fogs on the shore. No wonder I can't see the scene on the other side of the river... Moreover, this fog is strange and can be isolated from the power of spiritual consciousness. It cannot be surveyed with spiritual consciousness, but with my eyes, I can't see through it. The visual distance is only about ten meters."

Ye Qingyu became more and more frightened the more he observed.

He stood there, circling the [Eye of Void], and two dazzling purple flames burst out in his eyes instantly.

The visual range has increased.

But it was only ten meters more.

When using magical powers, you can see everything within twenty meters.

Ye Qingyu became more suspicious and hesitant.

Suddenly, a jingling sound came from the fog.

Um?

What sound is this?

Ye Qingyu's heart moved.

He was extremely alert, and the Yuangong was moving, taking a few steps in the direction of the sound, two purple lights shot out from his eyes, looking as far as possible.

After a moment.

"It turns out to be like this."

Ye Qingyu walked into the fog a hundred meters and discovered the source of the sound.

On the ground piled up with black rocks in front, there were nine huge alien nails like ancient trees, which seemed to be inserted directly into the ground with great magical power, resulting in a spider-web-like cracks all over the surface of the rocks. The nails were about two or three meters apart, and the part exposed on the ground was about five or six meters high. The nail rods were about to be surrounded by two arms, and they looked pitch black and dull, as if they were made of a material similar to black iron. There was no runes carved, but there was an ancient terrifying magical nature released from it.

Each nail is one meter close to the ground, and there is a black chain as thick as a child's arm.

These chains are also black, rusty, rough texture, and strings of iron rings are tight and straight, as if they are being pulled by something, divided into eight different directions, extending radially into the fog of demonic energy. I don’t know where the other end, but it seems that there is a mysterious force at the end of the fog that is tearing the chain, tight and loose, and the chain slapped on the ground, making a jingling sound.

Ye Qingyu looked at the giant nails and chains and was stunned and silent for a moment.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Another crisp knock sounded.

It is like a mysterious and tempting guiding sound, and it seems to remind the visitor not to stay here.

Ye Qingyu walked to nine giant nails, looked at the chains leading to eight different directions, thinking and pondering a little.

"The iron chain is the guide of the road, choose the right path in the middle." The million-year heroic soul sent a message.

After receiving the guidance of this existence, Ye Qingyu immediately understood the purpose of these eight chains. Without any hesitation, he reached out to hold the iron chain, walked slowly forward along the direction in the center, and sank into the rolling fog.

The fog is getting thicker in front of you.

Ye Qingyu gradually felt a huge pressure coming, and the fog seemed to be about to turn into a substantial squeeze.

Sudden--

"kill!"

"Run!"

A huge shout of killing like thunder and drums exploded in Ye Qingyu's ears, shaking his ears.

In front of him, the foggy scene suddenly changed without warning and turned into a dark red Shura battlefield.

The world was filled with bloody evil spirits, blood was like a sea, waves were surging, and various electric flames slashed down the battlefield, like stunning cannonballs, exploding the void of the earth. Countless warriors in armor were covered in blood, their eyes were red, and they raised their weapons like crazy demons with red eyes, and kept slashing around, looking extremely tragic.

The scene in front of you is like a battle between gods and demons in a chaotic world.

It's an illusion!

Ye Qingyu made a judgment immediately.

But this illusion is really too realistic. The smell of blood and the terrifying murderous intent are like reality.

He looked solemn, shocked and suspicious, but his steps were still moving forward.

Ye Qingyu's soul was condensed in the Yunding Copper Furnace. It is only stronger than the current physical cultivation level, so he is not afraid of illusions.

I took about a dozen more steps.

The illusion on the battlefield of gods and demons showed no sign of disappearing, but instead became clearer and more realistic, as if it was immersive.

Human race!

Demon Clan!

Demon clan!

The strong men of various races who were fighting in densely on the battlefield appeared one after another.

The countless strong men, like swarms of bees, were wearing ancient armors, making sounds of gods and demons, and their bodies burst into extremely ancient and profound combat power, like giant light balls, constantly colliding, bursting and then falling... There is only killing between heaven and earth.

Ye Qingyu was able to face the illusion at first, but as time passed, the situation began to become worse.

The battles and fighting in the battlefield were densely filled with countless ancient strong figures. The fighting spirit conveyed from it and the power of the primitive laws of heaven and earth seemed to be rippling, and it merged into his eyes uncontrollably. Ye Qingyu suddenly felt his mind condensed, and the energy power in his body seemed to be driven by strange forces, surging from the Dantian world, causing a tremendous wave, and jumping wildly towards his limbs and bones like a beast and dragon. The combat power exploded to the extreme in an instant.

Such a change made Ye Qingyu feel the oppressive force again as if he was close to him.

In an instant, the situation took a sharp turn, and Ye Qingyu felt that everything in his body seemed to explode, his vitality was out of control and the signs of getting into a devil came again.

not good!

He immediately realized that something was wrong.

Everything was no longer controlled by him, and everything around him became trance.

"Hold the chains."

At this moment, the voice transmission of the million-year-old heroic soul suddenly exploded in his ears like thunder.

Almost subconsciously, Ye Qingyu grabbed the black iron chain in his hand tightly as if he was holding a life-saving straw.

A strange feeling as cool as ice slowly came from the palm of your palm.

There was a strange cold air in the iron chain, which flowed into the blood vessels along the palm of the hand, and it seemed to spread to the five consciousnesses of the heart and lungs with purpose. After a few breaths, Ye Qingyu, whose mind was almost lost, suddenly felt a clear mind in his mind and heart, and the psychedelic scene in his heart also dissipated and disappeared, leaving only the boundless fog of demonic energy in front of him.

This illusion is so powerful. It is definitely a quasi-emperor-level method, which is simply terrible.

Ye Qingyu gasped as if he was still scared, trying to calm down the breath and strength that had surged all over his body.

Fortunately, this steel chain contains the restraint power of fog illusion. At the critical moment, the million-year heroic soul reminder allowed Ye Qingyu to escape the disaster.

Next, Ye Qingyu kept holding the chain in his hand, offsetting the killing power of the illusion array and moving forward slowly.

After walking about a thousand meters in the fog, the black iron chains reached the end.

The demonic fog in front of him seemed to be pushed away by some force, and gradually retreated to both sides, revealing a black rock arena.

Ye Qingyu was slightly stunned.

The ring?

He immediately had bad associations.

Don't think too much, and carefully observe what appears in front of you.

The ring is like a disc, covering an area of ​​at least a hundred meters. It is also made of strange and hard black rock. It looks very simple and ancient, and seems to have been placed here for millions of years. The fog around the ring seems to be blocked by an invisible net and cannot be merged into it, and it is rumbling and squeezed around it in a mad manner.

On the ring, countless corpses were scattered everywhere.

Corpse, human or alien, are different, but they are also covered in blood and fragmented. A series of essence, blood and energy breaths of different colors rush around the body, forming an intertwined airflow barrier like a dense net, exuding extremely powerful dark force.

In addition, there is a powerful demon clan with a leopard head and human body, who is on the ring.

Above his neck, he still looked like a leopard, with round spots on his fur, his ears standing on both sides of his head, his eyes flashed with brown phosphorescence, canine teeth as sharp as steel knives, and a few drops of essence and blood hanging on his beard, shaking. Below his neck, he had turned into a human form, his body as burly as ape, wearing plush leather armor, each yellowish-brown fur suddenly rose like a steel needle, like a unique defensive soft armor of the demon beast tribe.

At this time, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground of the ring, holding half of the bloody thighs and legs in his hand, gnawing and chewing on the flesh and blood in big mouthfuls, looking like he was feasting, making people almost think he was enjoying some delicious delicacies.

But, that was clearly the corpse of a powerful human race!

Ye Qingyu's eyes narrowed.

At this time, the voice of a million-year-old heroic soul came again.

"The arena in front of you is called [Life and Death Platform]. It determines the victory or loss in the form of martial arts, and also determines life and death. Never die. Victory is life, and only those who win the final victory can get the opportunity to continue to the next path."

Life and death platform?

The ring in front of him made Ye Qingyu think of the Fengyuntai of Taiyi Sect back then.

Once you stand up and want to survive, you can only step on the opponent's corpse.

It really looks like the usual style of the Chaos Demon Emperor.

His eyes quietly swept across the ring and found that other corpses, including the broken bones scattered beside the powerful man with leopard heads, had been dead for a while, obviously not his result.

It is very likely that he arrived on the ring first and did not wait for his opponent, so he started to [picnic]. And he devoured the flesh and blood of these dead strong men, and his purpose was to improve his vitality and combat power to the greatest extent before the opponent came.

Having reached this point, Ye Qingyu knew in his heart that he had no way out and could only continue to walk forward. So if he wanted to survive, he and the barbaric demon clan strongman on the ring could only survive.

At the same time, the leopard-headed man who was eating voraciously on the ring suddenly had a sharp ear, as if he had noticed an abnormal movement.

His eyes were sharp and he shot towards Ye Qingyu.
Chapter completed!