The Great Ruler: Starting from the Ruthless Emperor

"But no matter what, this place must be unusual!"

Someone else exclaimed in surprise and rushed towards Feilong Ridge.

The next moment, groups of people turned into streams of light, sank into the black mist, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go too!"

Watching the figures disappear into Feilong Ridge, the Holy Son of Tianquan quickly spoke.

He didn't know anything else, but he had seen about Feilong Ridge, a top-notch Feng Shui site, in ancient books.

Feilong Ridge devours the essence of heaven and earth, absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, contains the creation of heaven and earth, and breeds immortal light.

By burying the corpse in it, the immortal energy of Feilong Ridge will be nurtured, giving birth to divine energy and immortality, allowing one to survive from death and soar into the sky.

Even if a living person enters it, if he is lucky enough to obtain a ray of fairy light, he can have endless creation.

It has been a year since the first people entered. If they had gone later, they would have missed this opportunity.

"Flying Dragon Ridge!"

Yang Wuzheng and Yan Wushuang's pupils slightly opened, their faces filled with disbelief.

There is a record in the sect that Feilong Ridge is a place of creation by heaven and earth. Even if a mortal enters it and obtains good fortune, he can soar into the sky.

This is the most excellent Feng Shui land throughout history.

But the only thing that puzzled them was that such a blessed place was actually on the side of the Taichu Ancient Mine.

Even if one has great fortune, it will inevitably be swallowed up by the Taichu Ancient Mine.

This is extremely unreasonable.

In particular, this place is barren for thousands of miles and has no life at all.

How could such a Feng Shui treasure land appear here?

"Who on earth is it? Who can be so generous?"

The two were shocked, but rushed towards Feilong Ridge without hesitation.

No matter what, this is a land of good fortune, with tremendous good fortune.

Especially those wisps of fairy light, which are definitely the greatest opportunity throughout history.

"go!"

As the crowd exclaimed, one figure after another disappeared into the black fog of Feilong Ridge.

Li Qingyue was led by Saint Tianxuan and never fell behind.

Following them, the Holy Son of Tianquan, the Holy Son of Yaoguang, as well as Yan Wushuang and Yang Wuzheng, all went inside.

"Rumble..."

As soon as I stepped into the black fog, an endless roar came to my ears.

Pitch-black thunder blocked out the sky and the sun.

Endless black fog swirled and spread everywhere.

Looking around, it was a picture of the world about to be destroyed.

"Hiss... This land of good fortune is actually filled with endless destruction?"

The Holy Son of Tianquan trembled and looked around in disbelief.

This is a small world.

In the center stands a huge mountain, like a pillar supporting the world.

More like a huge tomb.

A tomb that supports the sky and the earth.

There are hills all around, standing like stars, densely packed, almost covering the entire small world.

It faintly corresponds to the stars in the sky, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

But at first glance, the hills look more like low tombs.

This turned out to be a small world made up of countless tombs.

“Hiss… This was arranged by someone with great means, reversing fate!”

At this moment, Yang Wuzheng couldn't keep calm. He gasped and exclaimed in surprise.

The six people stood on the edge and saw those figures rushing towards the huge mountain in the center like crazy.

The mountain was pitch black, but there were wisps of fairy light shining inside.

It was as if the source of divine light, brilliant as it was, was buried within it.

That is the center of the small world and the place of greatest creation.

It is also a place that everyone wants to get close to.

However, whenever someone stepped past those small grave mounds, strange changes would always erupt from the grave mounds.

Or it would emit strange black wind.

Or spray out strange streams of water.

There were also wisps of pitch-black lightning, which would almost kill anyone who touched them.

Even some strong men in the Dragon Transformation Realm, relying on powerful treasures, would have their bodies melted away in an instant, their souls shattered, without leaving any trace.

Even the powerful treasure was corroded in an instant, without any luster left.

And every time someone died, the dark thunder in the sky seemed to become more intense.

At this moment, everyone seemed to understand instantly.

This is not fate.

This is because someone reversed the feng shui and turned a place of great fortune into a place of destruction.

Here, death is eternal.

Once enough people die, a catastrophe of destruction will break out, destroying everything in this small world in an instant.

Let the catastrophe of destruction continue to transform and grow stronger.

Ultimately achieve a certain purpose.

"Oh my God! Who on earth is responsible for this?!"

"This is Feilong Ridge! The place of creation of heaven and earth has turned into a place of destruction!"

"It's over, it's over... I should never have come in!"

“No wonder no one came out!”

"Anyone who enters this place will die! No one can escape."

Exclamations came one after another.

That voice was filled with despair.

This is a land of destruction. Destruction and death are eternal.

There is absolutely no chance of survival.

"No! How did that crazy Taoist priest get out a year ago?"

"Yes, no matter what kind of desperate situation it is, there is always a glimmer of hope, there must be!"

"Look, that big mountain in the center!"

"Where there is fairy light shining, there must be an exit. Charge ahead if you don't want to die!"

The whole small world suddenly became noisy.

Countless people roared and rushed towards the central sacred mountain in order to survive.

Faintly, you can see traces of many people walking, also heading towards the center.

Obviously, those were the traces left by the people who entered during this year.

suddenly.

Just as everyone was roaring, dark thunder began to roll in the sky.

"Rumble..."

With a roar, the whole small world seemed to tremble.

The next moment, the sky was filled with pitch-black thunder, bringing with it endless destruction, gathering above the sacred mountain.

It fell on the central mountain like a black beam of light.

"Boom!"

With an earth-shattering sound of collision, the mountain in the center suddenly seemed to crack apart, and endless divine light shone.

It seemed as if one could vaguely see a divine source as big as a small mountain inside the huge mountain, and endless fairy light was overflowing from it.

Fighting against the thunder.

But outside the mountain, endless black thunder filled the air, destroying everything it passed without a trace of life.

No one can resist.

Even the fairy light was extinguished bit by bit.

This is a catastrophe of great destruction, with no chance of survival.

"No!"

Suddenly, there were sounds of exclamations and shouts coming from the mountainside.

The next moment, a figure rose into the sky, with a gourd-shaped treasure filled with Taoist aura on his head.

Facing the thunder in the sky, a terrifying momentum broke out.

Afterwards, he frantically attacked the falling black thunder, trying to escape.

But in the end, a huge black lightning as thick as a human waist fell, and the figure and the treasure exploded instantly.