When in the Netherworld, the laws set by the Lord of the Netherworld have no effect in the Forgotten Land. It is undoubtedly a disaster for this world.
The law does not blame everyone, and everyone does not choose. So, for the world, it is undoubtedly the most disorderly and dark chaos.
The nether world is different from other vastness.
The rest of the vast world is occupied by the human race. The world is so big, although there are ups and downs, most of them are stable.
Evil and good are intertwined and muddy. But in the world, rational people and people with good intentions still account for the vast majority. Therefore, this order was settled. Make the evil unable to recover.
The heaven and earth are vast and have this righteousness, so the other eight are vast and peaceful most of the time. Not many people can make big waves.
Even if it appears, it will be suppressed by the powerful.
Just like Tianlin Xu's family, the ancestor who won the Demon Lord's Half Style. He turned the sword seeds into Qi and planted them into the bodies of those monks with higher talents. They used them as containers for the sword intent, and harvested the fruits when they were ripe.
There were not one or two sword types, but hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of talented monks who were devoured by the ancestor of Tianlin.
However, this swordsmanship is still not truly perfected. More types of swords are needed.
This shakes the foundation of Cangyuntian, even if the ancestor of Tianlin has reached the realm of destruction and is known as immortal. But someone still took action and killed him even though he was also seriously injured.
However, Nether Sky is different. This is a place where ghosts gather. Even within the realm, ghosts account for the majority.
Although these ghosts are subject to the laws of the Lord of the Netherworld, they are at peace. But in essence, it is still a ghost, and what is deep in my heart is bloodthirsty and murder.
Nowadays, when a fish enters the sea, it is free and no longer trapped in the fishing net.
These are not small fish, but extremely ferocious and huge ferocious fish. Once they enter the ocean, it will undoubtedly be a disaster for the fish in the ocean.
Chu Cheng looked at the head in his hand. Although the flesh and blood were blurry, he could vaguely tell that it was an old man.
In the face of killing, there is no distinction between men, women, old and young. To those strong men, it is just a ball of flesh.
It is meat with vitality and meat without vitality, and it is even more useless meat.
"The ones who caused this...are the human monks..."
Flesh and blood are supplements to ghosts and immortals. Even if you are in mortal form, this is still the case.
But here, the sea of blood is still there, containing countless corpses. If they were ghosts, these corpses and bones would have been sucked into white bones long ago.
Only, not here. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist in other regions.
How many living beings are needed to fill this seemingly boundless sea of blood? Although, in this sea of blood, there is the aura belonging to the second step of the strong.
This was the second step of the monks' battle. Some people were injured and bleeding, but at best they only accounted for one percent of the sea of blood.
And this one percent of blood destroyed millions or even tens of millions of living beings.
Since Chu Cheng entered the Xuan Dynasty and fought with those second-step strong men, even though he has encountered strong enemies and even though he has been defeated, he will eventually restrain the violent aura contained in his blood.
This is true even when life hangs on a thread.
And all the strong men he met were like this. The gap between the power of the Xuan Realm and the human realm is really too big.
The blood had no temperature, and the blood flowing from the fingers was biting and cold, and it was cold to the heart.
The ups and downs of the sea of blood were very calm.
But in Chu Cheng's heart, it was extremely uneven, just like the rough waves of the sea.
He was thinking about a question, a question that would determine his next path.
Once decided, perhaps, this will be a battle in the underworld. Not just in the top ten.
Chu Cheng has a way to win the top ten. After all, he has many trump cards. In addition to the mask of destiny, he also has that magical function.
Gather the ideas of others and use them as a powerful blow that transcends oneself in a short period of time. If you gather hundreds of true ways, you may not be unable to occupy the top ten places.
However, once Chu Cheng decides. Then, his goal is not limited to this.
But to be enemies with all the powerful men in the inner world of the Netherworld!
We must be enemies with all the strong men who cause trouble in this world!
He wants to protect this world that has been forgotten by the world.
Although, it's too late. But it's better than just watching
The road is rugged and very difficult. With Chu Cheng's strength, it is still difficult to do it.
But when his eyes sparkled with golden flames, he decided to do it. Even if he is shattered to pieces, even if he falls into danger one after another.
"What I practice is not the Buddhist way. Although it does not have the Buddha's light shining all over it, it still has the same color."
As Chu Cheng murmured, a dragon roared up. Ten thousand dragons were playing in the water and rushing into the blood sea. They continuously impacted the blood sea with destructive power, causing the blood sea to evaporate and billowing red mist.
Those broken corpses, those broken bones. They were all crushed to pieces in the surge of thousands of dragons.
This is the last trace left by those dead creatures, a trace of incomparable sadness. It’s okay not to want this kind of trace.
However, at that moment, a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the center of the sea of blood.
There was a ray of light shining through the blood, which was very gorgeous.
A gust of wind passed quickly, and a figure followed in an instant.
This figure was so fast that Chu Cheng was temporarily in a trance and could not see the figure clearly.
The roar of dragons came together to suppress the sudden arrival.
The blood sea surges, and when the waves reach the sky, what appears is a long ancient city.
This is the true appearance of this sea of blood. There are ravines in the land, and originally there were rivers that could flow through mountains and run thousands of miles.
However, it no longer exists now, all stained with blood red.
Dalong Hengkong paused when he approached the figure. Chu Cheng's outstretched hand also dropped, hid it in his sleeve, and remained motionless.
Just for a moment, another light lit up in front of him.
It looked very delicate, but it carried extremely solemn killing intent, and it also stirred up the blood rain.
It was a cyan thin sword. While it stirred up the blood rain, it also broke through the blood rain.
The wind was loud and deafening, and it also swept Chu Cheng's white hair.
The sword kept getting closer, but Chu Cheng still didn't move. He didn't say a word, just looked into the distance quietly, his eyes clearly reflecting the thin sword emitting green light.
Chu Cheng didn't move because he saw the hand holding the sword hilt.
The hand was very white and tender. It looked like it had been broken by blows, but it was full of veins.
With a soft sound, the thin sword was pushed out with the force of the hand and sank into Chu Cheng's abdomen. The tip of the sword poked out from his back, bringing out a wisp of blood.
At this moment, Chu Cheng still didn't move, the golden flame in his eyes disappeared early, and the dark yellow was also dispersed by him. Still staring straight ahead.
What he saw was a pair of eyes.
A pair of very calm, but very focused eyes. However, there was deep fatigue and deep sadness between his eyebrows.
