Chapter 1787: The truth (2) Chapter 1787: The truth (2) āAoāroar!ā
Blood gushed out, and a terrifying beastās roar came from the deep cave.
āPlop! Plop!ā
The blood spurted out like a fountain, and large pieces of rotten flesh were wrapped in the thick black blood.
The head of a ferocious, half-rotten bone Dragon emerged from the deep hole in the āgiant treeā. Its rotten body rubbed against the tree trunk, making a scalp-numbing sound.
As it roared, the skin and flesh of the skeletal Dragon were peeled off, and blood gushed down, drenching the screaming spirits below.
The closer he got to Sage Moonfall, the more miserable the undead looked.
They might have been victims of the dragonās rule and were full of resentment.
Under the head that came out, there might be broken limbs or a hollow stomach.
Its intestines gushed out of its abdominal cavity, and black blood spewed out along with a strong stench. It turned into a thick, asphalt-like liquid and flowed down the branches of the āgiant treeā.
The remaining vengeful spirits under the āgiant treeā were forced to accept the dark Powerās nourishment and let out even more helpless screams and wails.
The lower the level of the creature, the harder it was to escape the fate of being ācontaminatedā for the second time. They curled up at the bottom of the darkness and were repeatedly irrigated by the black gas. Their hostility became even stronger.
The long branches began to wriggle again, and faces crawled out of the thick roots.
Body parts missing limbs crawled out from the roots, shrieking and wailing as they tried to escape from this ālifeā. However, the thick black gas formed a Fatal Attraction, firmly binding their feet to the roots of theā giant treeā.
Their bodies had already become one with the black āgiant treeā. No matter how much effort they put in, they were still being pulled by the fine black-horned tentacles, unable to escape.
An extremely terrifying scene appeared on the ground and in the air. Amidst the cries, tens of millions of undead climbed out of the trees.
Large amounts of thick black blood gushed out of their bodies and flowed down the tree trunk, almost drowning the roots of the āgiant treeā, making it difficult for every undead to escape.
The black blood turned into a vast ocean and drowned the roots.
āWuwuwu-ā
āAh!ā
Painful screams and mournful wails formed a terrifying demonic sound that was pervasive and echoed in every corner of the abyssal territory.
The Black Sea of blood rippled, and the dead spirit reached out to the people in the sky.
At this time, the abyssal territory was no different from a Devilās Den in hell. Even the trial-takers who had seen a lot of things were shocked by this terrible scene.
The flames spewed out by the giant dragon in the sky were reflected into a strange purple-black color under the endless sea of blood.
The stench filled the entire territory. Even though the trial-takers had sealed off their five senses, the stench could still reach their hearts.
The tree trunk shook violently, and the wriggling ātree vinesā were like huge tentacles, arching high.
Amidst the rumbling sounds, the extremely heavy tree trunk was āliftedā up by the dozens of thick tentacles and began to slowly rise into the air.
āThe tree, the tree moved ā¦ā
The Daoist felt a bitter taste in his throat. He was from the Tianyi Daoist sect, and he also practiced the art of slaying demons. Daoist secret techniques had always been unique to evil spirits and dark spirits.
However, the yin and resentful Qi here was too thick, forming an undispersed devilish Qi that was far from what he could resist with his current strength.
Dozens of thick roots of the āgiant treeā were buried under the vast ocean. The skeleton vengeful spirits raised their heads and stared at the sky with their empty eyes.
The surging black waves rippled slightly, and black liquid seeped through their half-rotten nasal cavities, then gushed out of their eye sockets, and finally sank into the sea.
this is ⦠the swordsman felt his throat churning. The pungent smell and the terrifying scene in front of him, which was like hell, stimulated his heart again and again, causing his face to Twitch.
āThe ocean that disappeared earlier?ā
The six Saint apostles had once stepped on the sea water of the abyssal territory and were almost swallowed by such āsea waterā.
The moment he thought about where the āseawaterā came from and how it flowed from the abyss to the underground river, and how the sea had swallowed the āwaterā when it was trapped, the swordsman felt terrible.
However, this wasnāt the time to care about such a āsmall matterā.
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