Chapter: 8887
It's like a monstrous tsunami hitting a small island.

There is simply no way to resist.

The gap is too big.

"OMG......"

The three cultivators not far from Zhang Han watched this scene dumbfounded.

"They're all dead, they're all dead."

They finally understood why there were so many Withered Bones Legion.

Because the monks who fell below, after a few seconds, their bodies withered and turned into dead bones.

Crazy slaughter, crazy devour.

All the people in Nine Mountains, except for the three sects, all fell in just one hour.

"hiss!"

Countless people gasped.

They felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and they felt cold all over their bodies.

His scalp felt numb.

massacre!

This is a massacre!

Unprecedented carnage!

No one dared to say anything.

They were very fortunate, if it weren't for the ancestor Mingyu, the ancestor Lingxi and Xianjun Hanyang knew each other, they would have become dead bones, dead bones without souls.

Zhang Han slowly raised his head.

Take a look at the circular passage in the sky.

That was the place where Warren and others descended, and it was also the place where his catastrophe began.

hum!

The bone sword stabbed through the air.

The invisible fluctuation shattered the channel.

Gradually, the sky returned to calm.

In the eyes of the three sects.

Hush!

Endless dead bones, constantly gathered together, white light flickering, it turned into a big ship full of skulls, Zhang Han stood at the bow.

boom!