Blood spurted out from Xian Jiang's body, turning into a curtain of blood and rushing towards Wu Gen. It wasn't that the curtain of blood was moving, but that Wu Gen rushed forward too hard and had to embrace the blood that had not yet given off its fishy smell.
His eyes turned red, and when he broke out of the blood curtain, he was still dark red. This is a red monotonous world, with red sky, red earth, and red angry clouds.
Wu Gen stood on the soft ground with a knife in his hand, looking towards the sky with a stern expression.
In the sky, red clouds rolled, turbulent, sometimes like entrenched giant beasts, sometimes like rushing torrents. The surroundings were gloomy and depressing, filled with an ominous atmosphere.
In the end, the red clouds formed a huge human face, which looked like Xianjiang. Human faces rise and fall with the disturbance of red clouds. It looks like the person has been skinned alive, with all the red flesh and blood exposed.
Wu Gen was a little confused, not knowing why he suddenly arrived here. But he knew that he had followed Xianjiang's path, and this should be the soul world built by Xianjiang.
He just entered the opponent's soul world without realizing it. This kind of fighting method made Wu Gen, who was used to fighting with swords and guns and guns, feel quite uncomfortable. On the way to the soul path, there is indeed a gap between myself and the other party.
In the air, Xianjiang glanced at Wu Gen indifferently, and then the thick red clouds began to twist and roll, like twisting a soaked rag, and huge raindrops fell overwhelmingly.
The raindrops became heavier and heavier, turning into rocks with sparks, roaring and falling to the earth, splashing out gravel dust that covered the sky and the sun.
Witnessing this scene of world destruction, Wu Gen stood still and did not move. This is the world of Xianjiang. No matter where you flee, you will be bombarded by the opponent's flint.
A bright light flashed, and Wu Gen smashed a piece of flint that fell above his head. Countless sparks flew, and hot debris fell to the ground.
Soon, more flint fell, more sword lights lit up, countless sparks lingered around Wu Gen's side, and rubble piled up to his waist.
The terrifying stone rain was still falling one after another, and the splashed gravel continued to merge into the stone rain, as if the rain would never stop.
Under the repeated bombardment of flint, the ground began to become soft, and red magma flowed on the ground, dividing the ground into countless strange-shaped small pieces.
Split, chop, strangle, peel, and peck, Wu Gen silently wielded the knife, the knife style was simple and simple, not at all fancy, just to cut through the falling rocks faster and with less effort.
Under the rain of rocks, he was like a stubborn rock, crushing the roaring waves over and over again.
Stone rain continued to fall, but Xianjiang did not use any other strange methods. Heaven and earth are like a huge millstone, trying to wipe out Wu Gen's life in it.
There is no skill in today's confrontation. It is purely a competition of strength between the two sides to see whether the world will be destroyed or the people will be destroyed.
"There is no need to think about borrowing the power of those who have returned to the truth. In this world, their power has been isolated." The rumble of thunder sounded in the sky, confident and sure.
Wu Gen tried his best to raise his face, looked at the face in the sky, and suddenly laughed wildly. Blood flowed from his mouth. After waving the knife thousands of times, even an iron man would turn into juice. "Xianjiang, you think too highly of yourself, and you think too little of others.
I would rather tear my own soul apart to remove the mark of the evil god. Can you? You are just a watchdog led by others. With this chain, you will never be my opponent, because I am free. "
Wu Gen laughed wildly, and his body gradually became somewhat transparent, like a human shape condensed by countless light beams, with fine golden threads mixed in the middle.
Xianjiang watched Wu Gen's changes silently and did not say anything. Shi Yu's slightly confused look showed that his mood had changed at this time.
Although Wu Gen was arrogantly pointing his fingers at the sky and the earth, the contrast in strength was obvious. Under the bombardment of dense stone rain, dark red magma surged in all directions, gradually surrounding Wu Gen.
One-eyes appeared one after another in the magma. The eyes kept blinking and making popping sounds. Slowly, long arms and legs stretched out around these eyes, and they all moved closer to Wu Gen. The slender hands and feet grabbed his feet, hugged his legs, and hugged his waist, like thousands of vines slowly extending upward.
Wu Gen's body was covered by these tendrils, and his movements gradually became less flexible. He was concentrating on attacking the stone rain in the sky at this time, and had no time to pay attention to the strange movements below him.
If the stalemate continues, he will only be entangled to death by the tendrils, or be hammered to death bit by bit by the stone rain.
Due to the constant chopping of flint, the broken knife had turned bright red, and black smoke kept coming out of it. In fact, even Wu Gen didn't realize why the figure of Broken Sword appeared in the soul world of Xianjiang. It is a foreign object, but it appears so naturally in this illusory space.
Ouch, a dull roar came from the broken knife. Wu Gen was startled, his hand moved a little too slowly, and he was almost hit by a huge boulder, so he quickly cut it in half with his knife.
The roar became louder and louder, more and more continuous, as if some beast was sealed in the knife and was struggling to jump out.
The black smoke became thicker and thicker, so much so that the red color around him was soaked in it and became dull.
Ouch, with a long series of angry roars, a three-headed black evil dog phantom emerged from the knife. The vicious dog's eyes were red, black flames were rising from its neck, and black sparks were dripping from its mouth. The vicious dog only formed half of its body, and the second half was still in the form of black smoke, connected to the broken knife.
At first sight of such a monster, Wu Gen was so frightened that he almost dropped the knife in his hand. Ever since he picked up the broken knife from the abandoned city wall, Wu Gen had never felt that it had anything magical about it. In daily life, this knife can be used to chop wood, cut vegetables, cut open fish, and kill people. This knife has almost all the responsibilities of a kitchen knife and a weapon. It worked hard and was wasted by Wu Gen.
I never thought that this sword could have such a powerful form.
"Xiao Duan, Xiao Dao." Wu Gen tried to call.
The black dog turned its head, glared at Wu Gen with its red eyes, opened its big mouth spitting out black flames, and bit the Xu Man next to Wu Gen.
Wherever it goes, its sharp teeth are like sickles, constantly cutting into the flexible hands and feet of the eyes, crushing these huge one-eyes. Every time one of the one-eyes is broken, a sharp cry will be emitted, which in turn will lead to the angry roar of the black dog.
After a while, there was nothing around Wu Gen.
Wu Gen, who was suddenly relaxed, couldn't help laughing. Laughter mixed with dog roars overwhelmed the roar of the stone rain and the explosions hitting the ground.
"Old man, let's go, let's go to the sky and cut off that broken face." Wu Gen pointed the broken knife at the big face in the sky, his arrogance rising to the sky.
Black smoke danced wildly on the black dog's neck, extending to all sides, like a blooming black orchid. The three heads raised their heads to the sky and roared. The roar penetrated the stone rain and broke through the clouds. The sound of the charging horn echoed in the vast space.
With this sword, one man started in the grass, traveled through the mountains, crossed thousands of mountains, crossed bad waters, encountered all kinds of stubborn enemies, and reached the present moment step by step. Although they are ruffians and cripples, they are extremely proud in their bones. They are so proud that they never think that there is a mountain higher than their feet.
Accompanied by the furious howl of a dog, a yellow and black figure jumped into the bloody sky without hesitation.
The rain began to get angry, the wind became more violent, and countless house-sized flints fell from the sky with black smoke, hitting the small figure swimming upstream.
Cutting and cutting again, pieces of gravel shot out in all directions like meteors. Wu Gen moved forward hard, crashing through huge rocks, and slowly but firmly rushed towards the big face in the sky.
Xianjiang snorted, and a hill fell from the sky, pressing heavily on Wu Gen. This is his world, and in terms of soul power, he is far superior to his opponents. He just wanted to use this simple method to grind Wu Gen to death little by little, and watch his fighting spirit disappear little by little, disappearing from this world in sorrow and regret.
Boom, the hill pressed down on Wu Gen and fell to the ground. Under the huge impact, the magma on the ground danced wildly like a fire snake, splashing away in all directions.
The barking of dogs stopped suddenly, and everything suddenly became quiet. Xian Jiang stared at the ground expressionlessly, and the red clouds rolled on his face, making his face look more and more ferocious.
Suddenly, the hill shook, and then it began to tremble violently, and the fine stones on the hill tumbled down one after another.
Cracks began to appear between the mountains, swimming like snakes, making Xianjiang's face a little ugly.
There was a deafening sound and the mountain suddenly exploded. Wu Gen shot out of the broken mountain with electricity flowing from his body.
Golden juice kept dripping into the sky. Although he broke the hill, he was also seriously injured.
Stepping on the falling flint, Wu Gen, like a nimble ape, rushed towards the Xianjiang River in the sky. Another hill fell from the sky, and Wu Gen, who could not escape, was pressed back to the ground again.
Another hill collapsed, and Wu Gen jumped out of the mountain again. In this way, it was suppressed to the ground again and again, and jumped into the air again and again.
Finally, Wu Gen arrived under the densest and thickest red clouds and in front of the Xianjiang River.
Looking at this big face that covered the sky and surged like a sea of blood, Wu Gen finally felt a little powerless for the first time. Although his soul power is purer than Xianjiang's, his opponent's strength is stronger. Standing under the clouds, those blood-red turbulences were like huge waves, constantly bombarding and squeezing Wu Gen.
The soul power was rapidly draining away, and the light in Wu Gen's body was slowly dimming, like a dead leaf scattered in the wind.
The broken knife in his hand seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, making it difficult to move. It was getting closer and closer to Xianjiang's face, but it seemed that it could never get closer.
The black dog roared violently, its big black mouth constantly opening and closing, biting into these invisible obstacles.
Wu Gen drifted with the storm, slowly accumulating his own strength. Finally, at the moment when the two turbulent flows collided, Wu Gen finally found an opportunity and jumped. For the first time, he was so close to Xianjiang's face, but he was only a few feet away and could no longer get closer.
"Bite him." Wu Gen yelled angrily, angry at his own powerlessness.
The black dog's body jumped up violently, and the black smoke connected to the broken knife in the second half became slender, but it finally reached Xianjiang's face.
Poof, the black dog bit hard on Xianjiang's nose, and the three heads tried hard to tear it apart, and finally pulled out a big mouthful of Hongyun.
Gudong, the black dog swallowed Hongyun into its belly. It is a virtual shadow, but in this world constructed by soul power, it is real.
"Seeking death." Xianjiang became angry for the first time. The red clouds in the sky rushed toward this place quickly, and the blood-red dust mist collided and entangled, turning into a huge hand.
The palm rolled up Can Yun, destroying everything in front of him with unstoppable momentum, and came to Wu Gen.
Anthuriums fell from the sky, carrying a powerful momentum. In the palm of his hand was Wu Gen, who was as big as an ant, running hard but unable to escape.
The earth was trembling, and the anthurium fell on the soft, swamp-like ground filled with magma. The magma and gravel flew toward the sky, leaving only a huge palm print that sunk deep into the ground.
After a long time, the ground finally stopped undulating, the rain of flint stopped falling, and the noisy world became quiet.
Xian Jiang's face became calmer, but the gap on his nose could not be eliminated. He had to sigh that in just a few years, this young man who had been played by him finally became a little awkward. hand.
But that's it, it's just a hand gesture.
A bubble emerged from under the palm print, exploded, and a weak but arrogant voice came, "I'm not dead yet."
Xianjiang frowned slightly, and the red palm curled up and clawed toward the ground. As long as Wu Gen couldn't leave this soul space, he would have a way to consume the opponent bit by bit.
At this moment, there was a rustling sound coming from all around, as if a mouse was hiding in the corner and eating the wall.
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