Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Two million miles.

Three million miles.

Four million miles.

So fast, it seems like it will never stop!

In it, all beings of Outland, strong and weak, are feared from the depths of their souls. Trembling, raising his head in horror, look here.

They don't know what happened, but they know that if the violent power of heaven and earth turns against them, they will be wiped out in an instant!

Ten million miles.

It seems that qualitative changes have produced quantitative changes, and the degree of RMB violence has suddenly soared to a certain level.

The mountains shook, and cracks appeared, spreading outward along the mountain.

The Great Lakes churned and huge waves appeared, roaring as if to smash the sky!

Thousands of Outland brothers fell to the ground screaming, writhing wildly, blood gushing from their mouths, noses, and mouths.

This moment.

Open your eyes, there is no flash of God, only gentle and plain.

In this flat room, he raised his hand, pointing to the sky above, pointing down!

A finger fell, and there was a sudden sound between the heaven and the earth, a terrible extraction sound, and it disappeared in an instant in thousands of circles of heaven and earth.

Everything is condensed to this point, using language points, turning into nothingness, falling across the boundless space to the distance!

Mo Yu's face was pale, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and instantly attracted violence between the heaven and the earth within a thousand miles. Even if the above-mentioned limit is restored, he will inevitably be bitten back to a certain extent.

(This book is not finished, please turn the page) The Yuanli of the outside world came to fill the vacuum of Yuanli, and suddenly a strong wind blew up all over the sky, and the ink-language robe was rolled up, hunting and making noise!

The blood-red sky, like the whole place for a long time, a large half-frozen blood clot, but the eyes are drooping, will produce a horrible feeling.

On the ground, stands...a blood-red altar!

The altar is hundreds of feet high, as if soaked in countless years of blood, a sea of ​​blood floating on the wall...A dozen sturdy totem poles stand at a corner of the altar, and on each totem pole, nailed a corpse. .

If Moyu is here, it can be recognized at a glance, this is an impressive ancient altar!

At this very moment, the spirits of our ancestors, clad in black robes, are on the altar.

He kept lowering his fingers, and each finger was falling, leaving a black spot of light in nothingness.

Perhaps it was because, under the influence of the power of the ancient altar, these black spots of light were quickly lost from them.

It ended up being a mix of black and red, hanging in mid-air releasing strange halos.

He seemed to be reasoning about something.

The ancestral spirit landed faster and faster, and the black and red light spots emitted a halo, intertwined like living things, and gradually appeared, and opened the scroll.

The picture is blurred and can only be seen vaguely. It was a remote place with a small village below it. .

"You are here!"

The voices of our ancestral souls display a rare tinge of excitement.

But at this moment, he suddenly raised his head, and a breath of fear rushed over his face.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-clot-like sky was torn apart by a terrifying force, and a bright beam of light crashed down.

The ancestor spirit howled and raised his hand to point out that the ancient altar was trembling, and the blood from the corpse was suddenly fresh, and he ignored the corpse and opened his mouth to wail!

The entire ancient altar was blasted hundreds of miles underground, and countless terrifying cracks expanded in all directions until the end of sight!

The ancestor's soul still stands on the altar, but the body trembles slightly, all the black and red spots in front of him are destroyed, and the picture scroll formed also disappears.

Almost, with just a little bit, he can find the door of Mo's life and change his destiny!

Ancestor worship roared, and on the surface of the ancient altar, the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood suddenly fell silent, and they did not dare to make any noise.

Deep in a fissure in the earth, a great eye opened, and the dark dusk dripped down, full of sap.

It looked at the ancestral spirit, and suddenly went deep into the ground, making a low roar.

Zu Ling bowed his head, his eyes were cold, "What we promised, we can naturally do it!"

After a few breaths, the huge eyes closed, and then, with a roar, disappeared.

Mo Yu exhaled lightly, and the trace of fear in his heart disappeared without a trace. ..