Today's yilanshan is not plain.

East, South, West, North four road court, except for a dozen left behind people, the rest of the horse bandits are rushed to the middle road court for a banquet.

But on the huge atrium square, there are cracks all over the place, and they are huge, deep and dark!

After the altar, there was the towering stone peak, which had long disappeared, leaving only the rubble piles covering most of the square.

All of them are standing in front of this pile of "ruins" with sadness, tiredness and trance. There are about 500 people with different clothes. They either stand, sit or lie directly on the square.

There are only a few people in front of us. They look miserable at this time.

Feng Sihai is OK, at least able to keep calm, but for his future, he has obviously become completely dark with Jiang Huan's death.

And Shun Dongping, Chen long and Fang Hua, three school captains, fell directly to the ground and murmured, "it's over, it's over, it's over."

Hong Zhenyi, the little girl, is nearest to the pile of rubble. Her delicate face is crying and sobbing. In front of her eyes, she is always playing back the little drops with Jiang Huan these days. She is more and more miserable and reluctant to give up.

Among them, Haotong, a simple and honest disciple from yushuizong, looks back around with his dusty face.

The Deacon is dead, elder martial brother Zhang Kuan is gone, elder martial sister Mo Zhen is missing, and Xiao jing'er is still missing. It's calculated that he was originally joined by five people, but now he is alone.

It's hard for Haotong to accept the current situation, but he can't change anything. He's just searching around anxiously, hoping to find other people. Otherwise, how can he dare to return to yushuizong and explain to the elders.

From night to early morning, a trace of Eastern fish belly white slowly glows, which seems to glow, but it always feels that there is a haze to suppress the sun can not rise.

Everyone stood on the square, wondering what to do next.

HUBEN knights are naturally strict in military rules, everything is in order, and they should obey their orders.

The four people who can give their names are now in a state of extreme fear.

Because everyone thinks Jiang Huan is dead.

At this time, the eastern light was suppressed more and more. The haze that shrouded the heaven and the earth gradually turned into dark clouds, which were densely covered. What was more terrifying was that in the middle of the dark clouds, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared, as if to swallow up the land, and gradually close to the top of Ilan mountain.

Sudden change of air pressure, strong wind!

Hong Feng and Feng Sihai, the two men with the highest realm in the audience, were the first to feel the abnormality.

Only two of them thought that another strong enemy was coming, and both of them stepped forward as if they were facing a great enemy.

All of a sudden, inside the dark clouds in the sky, purple thunder surged, snoring like a giant animal whispering.

"Click!"

Suddenly a loud thunder came from all over the world, followed by a thick purple lightning, which split nearby at a high speed and shone all around.

The target is the low end of the collapsed rock peak.

The sudden lightning speed is extremely fast, and it drops in the blink of an eye.

The thunder is amazing, the thunder is loud and the electric light is flickering. It's really like the God of heaven's punishment. The terrifying power frightens everyone's heart.

"Boom!"

The roar broke out, and suddenly saw the top of the stone pile which had collapsed and fallen into ruins. Suddenly, it exploded, the boulders turned over, the sawdust and debris shot everywhere, and a large amount of dust was aroused again.