There was a hint of cyan in the blood, and a hint of darkness in the cyan, spreading in all directions.
Against the background of the moss, the scarlet blood showed a strange dark red color.
The sound of rushing water became louder and louder, and the raindrops that were still dripping instantly turned into huge waves.
Suddenly, an ominous and dangerous atmosphere filled the room.
And on every mirror, there was a trace of blood emerging.
The black covering the mirror, like dust, was washed away by blood, gradually fading away, revealing a red color.
Mirrors of different sizes reflected Zhan Wuji's figure in them.
At this time, a casual cultivator walked out of the courtyard again.
He took one step forward and stepped into knee-deep blood. The blood immediately soaked into his boots, and a strong smell of blood came to him.
Pieces of dark green moss floated in the blood, growing, growing. Every time you take a step, blood will ripple in a circle and splash into a blood flower.
But the casual cultivator was completely unaware of this, and seemed not to have seen this strange and terrifying scene at all. He dragged his blood to a table, bowed and asked for cultivation resources.
Upon hearing this, the woman named Zhan Wuji in one of the bloody mirrors immediately raised her hand and touched her neck. On the other side, Zhan Wuji grabbed one of his legs. In the third light and shadow, Zhan Wuji turned his fingers into swords and stabbed his own eyes. In the fourth mirror, Zhan Wuji was scratching and scratching on his head.
Just when Zhan Wuji in the mirror was about to leave his body, the man in black robe standing in the middle of the table suddenly spoke and uttered a sentence under his control.
The laws of this world suddenly changed.
The blood in the hall suddenly followed the flow route and rolled backwards.
The blanket was cool again, without the trace of sticky moisture.
The moss that was already growing was disappearing quickly. In the mirror, the palms that were almost touching his body suddenly paused, and then withdrew their palms in the same posture.
Zhan Wuji in the mirror also returned to normal, and some of the blood on the ground returned to the mirror, covering the mirror again with the darkness that had been washed away by the blood.
During this process, none of the monks were affected at all. Whether it was the blood or moss in the hall, or the power of law exerted by Zhan Wuji, they were not affected at all.
The casual cultivators didn't know what was happening, but they were still trembling with fear, bowing to the table, waiting for the distribution of supplies.
It was at this moment that the sound of retreating suddenly stopped.
Blood continued to flow out of the mirror, washing away everything in the mirror.
On the red mirror surface, it appeared again.
But at this time, the figure in the mirror was no longer Zhan Wuji's true form, but the ancestor of the "Five Plagues".
An ancestor of the "Five Plagues" reached out his palm in the bloody mirror and touched his neck; in another bloody mirror, the "Five Plagues" veteran was grabbing his legs. The third ancestor of the "Five Plagues" appeared in front of him.
Just like before!
However, in every mirror, a "sect master" named "Five Plagues" appeared!
However, the next moment, these mirrors melted quickly like ice and snow in the sun.
The blood receded like a tide, as if it had never been there.
The mirror disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, Zhan Wuji, who was controlled by the system, also touched himself.
The next moment, the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" felt a sharp pain all over his body, and a large amount of blood was pulled out of his body.
They saw that in Jushuang City, Zhan Wuji cut off his body in his own name and handed it to other monks.
The casual cultivator nodded, and after converting the pieces of flesh into spiritual stones, the casual cultivator nodded, turned and left.
Seeing this, the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" didn't care about these casual cultivators. He stretched out a hand and grabbed Zhan Wuji's cheek from a distance.
In the city, in the hall of the mansion.
Huge claws protruded from mid-air and clawed hard at Zhan Wuji's face.
Those bloody sharp claws suddenly appeared, carrying an indescribable feeling of splendor and terror.
Zhan Wuji looked indifferent, being controlled by the system, raising the Nine Soul Sword in his hand high.
A huge bloody knife quickly formed on his head, and his aura also changed accordingly, becoming more powerful and terrifying. A vast aura emanated from him and swept in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, streaks of bloody sword light fell from the sky, as if falling from the sky.
boom!
A sword energy roared out, like a sea of blood. In an instant, it collided with the bloody claws, erupting into a terrifying shock wave.
The continuous attacks are like ripples on the surface of a lake in a heavy rain, one wave after another, one wave after another, one wave higher than the other.
This battle was enough to easily raze the entire Juishang City to the ground.
However, even such a terrifying blow failed to bring any harm to the city.
All the violent power was blocked by the walls surrounding the hall.
The wall shook violently, and cracks appeared, but they healed quickly, as if nothing had happened.
The ancestor of the "Five Plagues" quickly withdrew his power, but Zhan Wuji's sword power was no small matter. The exchange between the two almost destroyed the laws of [One World]!
The ancestor quickly made a strange handprint, and the seals of all the inns, houses, and caves in Juishuang City were unsealed, and monks in simple clothes walked out of them with heavy steps.
I saw spiritual stones floating in the air, releasing extremely pure energy.
The eyes of these monks flashed, revealing a hint of greed, but other than that, they had no other expressions. His body has also undergone changes, and he looks somewhat similar to those violent demons in the Eternal Night Desert.
They stepped onto the street and walked towards the magnificent mansion of the city lord without hesitation.
Da da da……
At first, the footsteps were very light, but soon, these monks who had absorbed the power of the spirit stones began to move.
These footsteps came from the alleys of the shabby houses, from the corridors of the courtyards, from the paths of the long streets, and from all directions, like hundreds of rivers converging, heading in the direction of Zhan Wuji.
boom!
Endless yellow sand.
Blood spurted out.
Zhan Wuji stood alone in the endless desert, looking at the endless monsters, roaring, roaring, shaking the desert.
Phew!
With lightning speed, a monster tore off a large piece of Zhan Wuji's flesh. Immediately, a trace of blood appeared, but Zhan Wuji did not feel any pain. He did not even breathe quickly, nor did he stop treating him. management.
