Rolling red mist rises from the great rivers and dissipates in the ravines.
At this moment, the body and soul of the strong man were in dilapidated state. The body was so broken that it seemed like it would fall apart at the slightest touch.
The eyes of this powerful man were cracked and covered with nets. Not a trace of moisture. Blood kept spilling from those cracks, and he had become a bloody man.
There was shock in his eyes, and he never understood it. Why, when he was knocked back by the sudden punch, he couldn't move. It was as if a whole heaven and earth were pressing down on him, imprisoning him.
The first punch was really terrifying and had the potential to destroy everything. His extremely confident mysterious body was as thin as paper in front of this punch.
There was no momentum whatsoever in this punch. It was like a punch from a person who had not entered the spiritual practice.
All there is is strong wind, just like a strong martial artist in the mortal world. However, no matter how strong his martial arts was, how could he punch through the void and reveal chaos, and how could he shatter his shoulder?
No matter how strong the martial arts is, it only stops at the human level. How can one compete with immortals?
Obviously, this is not a strong martial artist. Not that person either.
It's just...at this moment, it's not that person. None of it matters anymore. Because he has already lost.
In this battle of life and death, he will not be the one to survive.
Whether it was that punch, the instant destruction of the world in all directions, or the blows from countless figures, they all had the potential to severely injure him.
However, the most terrifying thing was that punch.
The reason why he was imprisoned by the subsequent power was due to the heavy injury he suffered from that punch.
After a brief moment, the clouds parted. The figure was finally revealed.
That figure was mostly broken. Whether it's the head, the body, the arms, or the legs. Only half of it is left.
However, this severely injured body is still extremely powerful.
This powerful man could not detect any breath on that figure, as if he was facing a soulless dead man. But when a person dies, the vitality in his body will turn into the intention to die.
There is no death energy on this figure.
If life and death are not there, what is it? He had no time to think too much because there was no time. A little red light has shrouded the head.
Then, he stood there quietly, his eyes full of confusion.
The red mist is billowing, and this bright red color is a precursor to the massacre of the world. However, this red mist is not.
This is the blood slave method. Chu Cheng did not hesitate to spend 10% of his strength to kill off the slaves in the past, in order to collect more blood slaves in this world.
It is really difficult for one person to shake the boundless tide of the river.
Now, Chu Cheng can only use his own essence and blood to turn into lamp oil.
Essence and blood are lamp oil, and Chu Cheng himself is the wick.
When this lamp is lit, the splendor will emerge. This is not just the astigmatism of the candle itself, but the light coming from all over the world.
This light will never go out. This bright light will never dissipate.
Just like the rolling red mist.
When the world of mortals gathers in the palm of your hand, what passes by is no longer a breath.
As time goes by, one breath lasts for a year.
It still takes some time for a strong man in Nirvana to be planted as a slave and become a blood slave. This time may be one day, it may be a month, or it may be longer.
However, it will not reach this moment.
The previous collision has not completely spread. Therefore, there is no earth-shattering trend.
This general trend is still in the sky. It did not spread to the bottom. Because time is still short.
The distant scent is getting closer and closer. There are only tens of thousands of miles left.
These thousands of miles are just one step.
This step is no longer enough for a breath or a thought.
The powerful man in the distance and the rainbow rush across the sky. Even if the chaotic vortex throws up fragments, they are washed away in an instant.
In the misty world of mortals, the powerful man did not know. His companions, people stronger than him, have fallen into a human world.
From birth to childhood, to boyhood, and then to youth, he has always been prominent and aloof, nobler than the emperor.
But there was always a figure and a name in his heart.
This name is his belief.
Because of that figure and that name. It is his heaven.
A mortal's life is neither short nor long. However, the years go by too fast, and in less than a year, life is about to end.
On the occasion of his death, the national flag was raised in white, and the people of the country felt sad.
This is a good father and a good king.
Just in his ears, tranquility, ultimate tranquility.
What he saw was darkness, but in the darkness, a light suddenly appeared.
This is the light of the sky and the fire of the earth. It belongs to the understanding in his heart.
The lights were bright, and the light in the lamp gradually became solid and excited. It seems to be greeting someone.
It is indeed someone, standing tall in a white robe. The hanging lights seemed to emit countless strands of silk.
At this moment, he saw brightness in the darkness. It's as if everything has revived.
In the lights of thousands of houses, the figure that always appeared in his heart in his life was standing in front of him among the lights of thousands of houses.
"master........"
At this moment, he finally remembered who Tian was in his heart.
That was his master, the master he would follow to the death in this life.
The world of mortals has dispersed, and the world is clear. The chaos dissipated instantly.
What is broken is not this world, but someone's world. When the thought arises, the heaven and earth collapse, that is, collapse. If you want to get back together, then get back together.
This strong man has experienced Jiazi for the first time in the world that belongs to Chu Cheng. Although his clothes are full of blood, the heavy injuries he suffered have long since recovered, and his momentum has returned to its peak again.
At this moment, there was only the sound of breaking through the air thousands of miles away.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao! Why don't you join me in killing this powerful man in this world! There are hundreds of thousands of creatures five million miles away."
The powerful man finally arrived. When he saw his companion lowering his head and fighting quietly, he frowned and felt puzzled.
This was a middle-aged monk. When he saw the monk in front of him, he also saw that the man was only in the late stage of Xuanzhao. Why bother to kill him? Why, as a friend in the middle stage of Nirvana, would he call for help?
He didn't know, but after seeing another figure, he frowned.
He saw the man with only half his body left, but what surprised him was not that he was still alive with only half his body.
For monks, even if the physical body completely collapses, they can still live.
What he saw was that the white-robed monk's whole body was almost covered in blood. Most of it was blood belonging to that person. And the man with only half of his body left had blood dripping from his hands.
But the breath of blood spreading does indeed belong to his companions.
"Did Fellow Daoist Zhao be severely injured by this person?" The strong man frowned, fearful in his heart.
This Nirvana strongman is extremely aware of the strength of his companion. If they hadn't known each other before they were in the human realm, before that person found another way and entered this path of resentment.
Then, he is definitely not qualified to enter this forgotten place with him.
If the monk surnamed Zhao can feed on the blood of the creatures in this place, once he breaks through the middle stage of Nirvana, he will reach the later stage. This battle for the top ten will surely be won and there will be a place for them.
This is an extremely terrifying strong man, it can be said that it is difficult to find an opponent in the same situation.
However, such a strong person. Still got hit hard.
The person who severely injured it must be extremely powerful. This strong man in the early stage of Nirvana could not feel the fluctuation of that person's aura at all.
But he soon regained his composure. This person was indeed very strong. But his situation is not optimistic.
His companion was severely injured, and so was the other party.
In his opinion, that Amaterasu cultivator was insignificant at all. The only thing worthy of caution was the half-length strong man.
This strong man was also hit hard at this moment, even more seriously.
In this case, he and the monk surnamed Zhao join forces, and they will definitely be able to kill this strong man, and then crush the Amaterasu monk.
At that time, who in this world can stop them from devouring the blood of living creatures?
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, what are you doing in a daze? Why don't you join forces with me to kill this person!" The strong man let out a low cry again.
However, when his voice fell on the monk surnamed Zhao, it was as if he had never heard it before.
The monk surnamed Zhao still lowered his head and remained unmoved.
Until, there was a soft voice.
"In the early stage of Xuan Nirvana...it would be a pity to kill him."
When this sound fell, the monk surnamed Zhao suddenly raised his head, his disheveled eyes revealed enthusiasm.
This is hearing the voice of heaven, an irresistible command.
At this moment, the monk surnamed Zhao suddenly turned around, but still lowered his head.
The middle-aged monk nodded and said: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, that strong man is at the end of his crossbow at this moment. It will not be difficult for you and me to join forces and kill him!"
"I'll strike first!"
The middle-aged man spoke calmly, with murderous intent already in his heart. Those who block the road ahead must die!
Today, he wants to kill a powerful man in Nirvana!
However, at this moment, a maniacal laughter burst out.
"Who did you say you killed?"
The man named Zhao suddenly raised his head.
At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to see a towering black mountain standing in front of him, with the tendency of a volcanic eruption.
Indescribable violent energy is squeezing and gushing in the heaven and earth. It bombarded the middle-aged man without missing a beat.
This is an extremely domineering momentum and extremely violent anger.
This means that the strong man named Zhao has murderous intentions. For his own murderous intention.
Many years ago, a middle-aged man faced a ferocious beast and felt suffocated.
At that time, it was almost a fatal situation. But he still had a chance to escape, because someone blocked the crisis for him.
That person is the man named Zhao. After many years, he felt the suffocation again, and this time, it was still this person standing in front of him.
The only difference is that this time, what suffocates him is his only close friend whom he has known for many years.
The middle-aged man's face was dark, and something was wrong in his heart. Because he felt that this murderous intention was directed at him by the man named Zhao.
His best friend wants to kill him!
He didn't know what the situation was at this moment. All I know is that if I don't escape, I'm afraid I'll end up here.
He was afraid of the half-length strong man, but he was not afraid. At this moment, he was afraid.
As a close friend who knows the ins and outs of each other, it is natural that he is extremely aware of the horror of the other party. Although they are both Nirvana, they are only different in a small realm, but their strength is very different.
The monk surnamed Zhao turned against each other, and there were two strong men who were eyeing him. In this case, once trapped in a long battle, it will be difficult to escape.
The middle-aged man didn't care about anything and was ready to retreat as soon as he realized that the situation was not good.
Before he could turn around, the sun began to rise and continue for millions of miles. But before it could merge into the light and sunshine, a black shadow came over with overwhelming black mist.
It is destined to be a life and death fight. If anyone disrespects the man named Zhao, he should be killed!
Boom boom boom!
The extremely terrible war breaks out again. The middle-aged man can no longer retreat, nor can he retreat.
Just because all retreats in all directions were blocked.
Behind him, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers reappeared. There, heavy dusk clouds cover the dense green mountains, making them faint.
There are heavy clouds and mist, but the sun is shining brightly. The flowers and leaves are all so bright and beautiful.
However, the moving part brings a stronger crisis to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man noticed it, noticed it.
Most of this world is in ruins. Where did the bright and beautiful place come from?
The middle-aged man saw that the strong man was no longer there, and a figure kept coming from behind.
"Six six six."
Ethereal, devoid of any emotion, like a ghost, a god, or a demon.
This voice fell in the ears of the middle-aged man, and the sense of crisis became even stronger. In particular, there are countless white lights rising behind.
Bit by bit, circle by circle. In the end, silhouettes formed.
He couldn't see those figures, let alone those faces.
However, he finally saw a figure clearly.
That person stands before all living beings. He lowered his head and looked at the world indifferently.
This is an old man, an old man with gray hair and a hunchback. However, when the middle-aged man saw that figure, his eyes suddenly shrank.
Unparalleled in elegance, unparalleled in the world. This is the first word that comes to mind for a middle-aged man.
However, these two words have always been attributed to the proud man of heaven. Why did you have such thoughts when you saw this old man?
This shouldn't happen to an old man.
However, the strongest crisis came from the old man. From the green lotus in the old man's hand.
To be precise, that green lotus is the old man, and the old man is the clear lotus, one flower and one person. It contains terrible horror.
The middle-aged man just glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.
Now that you know you can't retreat from the rear, just look for other ways.
The current state of the man named Zhao is confusing. But the middle-aged man still thought of one thing, that is, being controlled by others.
He considered himself no match for monk surnamed Zhao, but it was not a problem to persist for a few days.
A drop of water fell from the fingertips of the middle-aged man.
A drop of water can penetrate a stone, let alone a finger of water penetrated by a strong man of Nirvana?
The roaring sound then sounded, and the two Nirvana warriors finally collided together.
The sky and the earth are covered with light, and there are hundreds of millions of thunders.
It's just that all of this is not in someone's heart.
The blood-stained white clothes walked downwards step by step. Behind him, there was a bright moon, which withstood the oscillations of the upper wave.
Behind him, a young man appeared. They all followed closely behind.
"Senior, aren't you going to help?"
The help that the young man mentioned was naturally to help the middle-aged man who had just descended.
He didn't know that the two strong men who were really fighting were originally on the same road.
The man beside him shook his head and did not reply. Instead, he looked at the creatures below who were looking up at the sky, sighed, and spoke slowly.
"What I am doing now is nothing more than what I encountered. I saved these creatures, and other descendants of the Gods are being slaughtered."
"Saving people for a moment...cannot protect them forever. I am destined to leave, and I am destined to be unable to protect them for a long time. Even if I set up an immortal formation, it will be broken one day. And...the mysterious material of the immortal formation, It’s not enough to deploy such a large number of immortal formations.”
"This can only be used as an urgent solution. The only way to cure the root cause is to allow true gods to appear in this world and every god race."
"Only...preach the word with your own body!"
