The phone ran out of battery and automatically shut down. Chen Yi simply continued his journey to his past life.
Retreat first.
It took ten years for Chen Yi to improve his cultivation to the peak of Nascent Soul. During this period, the Demonic Daoist Body once asked him for the ancient lost magical power "Tao Heart Seed Demon", but he refused.
The reason is that the time has not come yet: the small world of Xuan Ni is maintained by the two bodies of immortal and demon. The demon body has the ancient demon accent, and its realm is already ahead of the immortal body.
If he is given the Dao Heart Seed Demon, it will easily lead to a complete imbalance between the two.
No benefit at all.
Eleventh year.
Chen Yi realized the limits of heaven and earth, so he stopped practicing: the end of this life is here, it has nothing to do with talent and opportunity, it is the shackles of heaven, forcing and unintentional.
"It's time to deal with the Blood Demon Ancestor."
After recuperating for three days, Chen Yi took half a step of three thousand miles, crossed thirteen states in one step, and reached the sea of blood in two steps. The three-foot sword opened thousands of miles, and the vast sword intention swept across the entire sea of blood:
"Ancestor of the Blood Demon, my descendants are immortal, please fight!"
Uh-huh!
With one word, the demon soil was moved, and countless demon cultivators unanimously sent out their spiritual consciousness to the sea of blood:
"Who is this kid? How dare you challenge the Blood Sea Ancestor? Are you crazy?"
"His aura...I can't see through him!"
"What a terrifying sword intent. Could it be that... the sea of blood is going to change hands today?"
"Ancestor of choreography, are you desperate for your life?"
"What kind of evil is our ancestor? How can a mere junior be his opponent? You are a clown, a clown, and a cunning figure. You simply don't know how to live or die!"
"Silence, our ancestor has awakened!"
Under the moonlight, the dark waves are rolling, and the sea of blood rises from the pagoda. A gloomy and mysterious Buddha, wearing a human skin cassock, riding on a white lotus, slowly opens his eyes, his eyes are indifferent, and he looks at the clothes:
"Changsheng...are you the one who killed my followers?"
Chen Yi's move can be regarded as a provocation: "I killed him. The old Taoist wanted to kill me, so I killed him. You will do the same today!"
"presumptuous!"
The strange appearance of the Buddha, the angry eyes of the Vajra, and the roaring sound shook the world. A thick giant finger pressed down on Chen Yi: "I didn't go to find you, but you came to the door yourself...die!"
Chen Yi did not dodge or dodge, and suffered this blow all his life.
The Blood Demon Ancestor was puzzled and frowned. The next second, his huge eyeballs suddenly opened wide, like copper bells. He couldn't believe it: "The peak of Nascent Soul... how is it possible?"
"Nothing is impossible."
The white robe was not stained by dust, and he stepped forward with a shocking sword power without reservation: "Respect the old and love the young, I asked you to take the lead, now it's my turn!"
"bass!"
The white robe is like the moon, the white moon is cold, clouds rise up from the thousands of miles of terrain, the mountain peaks collapse suddenly, the dragon veins turn into swords, with the power of the sky and the earth shattering, attacking the sea of blood.
"Sword points, Broken Yue!"
Create your own magical powers.
"Shou."
The face of the Blood Demon Ancestor suddenly changed, and it was hard to find his previous calmness. He was so panicked that a thousand-foot sea of blood blocked him, but he was easily split open by the finger of the Dragon Vein Sword: the blood mist filled the sky and soaked the sky red.
"Click, click."
A series of spider web-like cracks, with the eyebrows of the mysterious Buddha as a node, spread inch by inch throughout the body of the Blood Demon Ancestor. The latter was instantly shocked and said: "Fellow Taoist, wait a minute!"
"I won't avenge Chang Sheng. Let's end the matter here. How about that?"
As soon as these words came out, all the demon cultivators watching the battle were shocked and gasped:
"Oh my god, what did I see?"
"The arrogant Blood Demon Ancestor actually bowed his head?"
"Who is this kid?"
"When did the demon soil give birth to such a monster rising star? I think his bone age is only three hundred, but his realm is already at the peak of this world. He is truly a genius!"
"Do you think he will shake hands and make peace with the ancestor?"
Everyone was talking, and Chen Yi shook his head and smiled: He came with the intention of cutting the weeds without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze will revive them, so how could he let the tiger go back to the mountain?
"Ancestor Blood Demon, if I were you, I wouldn't waste my time here."
The blood demon ancestor's veins popped out, and his face was as gloomy as water: "Fellow Taoist, if you have to be merciful, please be merciful. You and I are both Nascent Soul cultivators. Aren't you afraid of my retaliation before death?"
"Hahaha."
Chen Yi laughed loudly, and the sound of the brilliant sword resounded throughout the nine heavens and ten earths: "Ancestor Blood Demon, I dare to ask why the clouds in the nine heavens droop, and why the water in the four seas stands!"
When this sound was heard, the mountains, rivers and rivers rose into the sky like spiritual swords.
On that day, Chen Yi opened the sky and cut off the river for more than 9,800 miles with one sword.
There is no ancestor in the Demonic Land.
The bones are falling like rain, and the boundless tide cannot bury them away.
Standing together with the rivers, lakes and seas.
Dressed in white, he looked unparalleled in splendor. He was like the best in the world. He smiled and asked the blood demon: "With the three-foot sword in hand, what's the point of asking you to change the dynasty of the blood sea?"
Heaven and earth were dead silent.
"I am undefeated and control the ups and downs of the blood sea..."
For a long time, a voice came from the bottom of the blood sea. It was weak, but hysterical, and it sounded like a madman: "Since you won't let me live, then let's die together!"
This moment.
The sea of blood suddenly boiled, and countless blood bubbles emerged. Then they exploded at the same time, like blood arrows, shooting at Chen Yi in mid-air.
"Sea of Blood Prisons the Heaven!"
In a real fight between trapped beasts and a desperate struggle, the airtight blood arrows sealed the void around Chen Yi, catching him off guard and dragging him into the deepest part of the sea of blood.
"You should be buried here together with my bones!"
A bitter and unwilling last word.
The era of the Blood Demon Ancestor was announced to have come to a complete end. The old demon who had ruled the demonic land for nearly a thousand years had fallen, and together with an unknown rookie of the demonic path...
…
A hundred years later.
Blood sea eyes.
Chen Yi's eyebrows were full of blood, and the sea eyes that used to be stormy were now extremely calm, like a docile sheep: the result of hundreds of years of sacrifices and offerings.
Nowadays, this boundless sea of blood has changed its appearance, and the country has changed hands.
Covering up the blood curtain, I saw the lips and teeth of the white-clothed woman wide open and closed, swallowing a mouthful, and a wave of blood entered the belly: a Tao fruit originated from this place, and was brought into the small world of Xuan Ni,
Immediately afterwards.
Xian Mozi's pinching technique creates a new sea of blood in front of the body: when the main body's Qi and blood are damaged, it can continuously provide it with blood until it dries up.
Blood energy is the basis for a monk's survival: with such a majestic and vast blood energy as support, it is not unreasonable that the blood demon ancestor's severely injured body can still be vigorous and vigorous.
"Poor Blood Demon Ancestor."
"Having worked hard to cultivate a sea of blood for most of his life, in the end he became the wedding dress of his enemy... If he has a spirit in the sky and a knowledge under the spring, I am afraid he will die in peace, right?"
Fortunately, there is a world of its own in Chen Yi's body. Any Nascent Soul cultivator other than him can only stare at the blood treasure in front of him.
The sea of blood is boundless, and there is no shore to turn around. This is not an empty talk: it is so vast and vast, and the sea of blood is growing day by day. Even if others have the ability to surrender, there is no place to carry it.
"It's a pity that even if you swallow the source of the blood sea, you still can't get out of trouble."
The cage in which Chen Yi was imprisoned belonged to the ancestor of the Blood Demon. It was built on the basis of the boundless sea of blood. Its own killing moves were completely different from the original system of the sea of blood.
He gave up reincarnation, voluntarily lost his soul, and fed back the six paths, so that he could open this line between heaven and earth: Such a vicious and cruel formation had long since transgressed the boundaries of the Nascent Soul.
Even with Chen Yi's invincible appearance, breaking through this formation is not something that can be accomplished in a day.
But Chen Yi doesn't care: he has plenty of time and can study it slowly. As for Chan Hongyi, at the worst, they can meet again in the next life. She has not lost the afterlife.
"I haven't slept for a hundred years. Go to sleep, sleep, and then wake up..."
