This place is in pieces, with countless star ruins. Scarlet blood flows on the ground and splashes in the air. Even if it lasts for hours or even days, it still never dries up or falls.
Here, the setting sun never sets, and it is as miserable as blood, dyeing half of the world red. Someone dies every moment under the setting sun. The dead person turned into blood and fell to the ground. When the number of deaths reaches an extremely horrifying level, they will form a long river or even a vast ocean!
Water can gather a river, and the same can be said for this blood! With every breath, a creature dies, and blood is spattered in the air! This is the end of the world!
The bloody sunset reflects the vastness of the world and the vastness of the mountains and rivers. But there were wolf smoke rising everywhere, and from a distance, an extremely eye-catching river could be seen crossing the world. One side was bright, and the other side was plunged into eternal darkness.
This is separated by a river of blood.
Heaven and earth are divided into two parts, with darkness in the north and light in the south. In the darkness of the north, there are turbulent waves hidden, and the blood waves hide countless withered bloody hands.
They are the undead, the souls of injustice that wander in the human world and cannot be transcended. The lingering spirit of this injustice brings endless misery and hatred! The hatred is overwhelming, like a huge wave, running around everywhere, carrying thick blood, constantly impacting the bright land.
This is Bai Ritian, one of the nine heavens and ten earths, and the nine vast realms.
This was once a holy land, shrouded in warm spring-like sunshine all year round. There was no scorching summer heat. Even at night and on this day, it was slightly bright. There were many strong people and talented people. However, darkness has now ushered in, forming half of the burial ground and burying the lives of most of the living creatures in this vast land.
This overflowing half of the vast sea of blood is the blood of most of the creatures in this vast land. There was wailing and fear everywhere. I don’t know when, whether it was the next minute or the next second, he died tragically.
If you look down from the highest place, you can see that the sky and the earth are divided into two parts, which are actually not symmetrical. The north is dark, occupying five-sevenths of this vast area.
Ten years ago, the Lord of the Netherworld led his army to break through Nanyang Pass. So far, the only holy land of the Netherworld Celestial Race has completely fallen, and the war has continued to another vast land.
In just ten years, this vast white sky with many powerful people was conquered by the generals under the Lord of the Netherworld for most of it. Even if there are powerful guards from the Cangwu Dao Alliance, it will be of no avail.
This battle was completely one-sided, and even the Lord of the Netherworld did not show up. He retreated steadily and retreated to the edge. Perhaps it won't be long before the scene where Youhuangtian was breached ten years ago will happen again.
To the south of Guangming, at the edge of this vast expanse, there are war flags and tall poplars, standing in the cold wind. There are millions of people guarding a city called War City.
This is daytime's last line of defense. It is also the strongest force in this weak sky. The fact that these millions of people were able to survive to the end of this war without turning into pools of blood shows that these monks have great cultivation capabilities.
Among these millions of people, those with the lowest cultivation level are in the Infant God Realm. There are more than half a million monks who have reached the Mahayana Realm, hundreds of thousands of monks who have reached the Tribulation-Transcending Realm, and there are even 9,000 strong men who have experienced three declines in the world of mortals.
There are even sixty-seven Xuanjing Immortals who have entered the second step!
In this world, there are only a handful of powerful people in the Xuan realm. In this city that only covers an area of five thousand miles, there are such an astonishing number.
On this day, the sky had turned dark, and the lights in the city were lit up one after another. The bright lights illuminated a rooftop in the center. The rooftop is so high that few people can see the end of it. It goes straight to the top of the clouds and connects to the stars. Looking down, you can even see a tenth of this vast sky, and you can see the sky and the earth separated by the river of blood.
The rooftop is connected to the stars, and the top is completely empty and dark. Only a few stars in the distance shine with a tiny amount of light, reflecting a graceful figure standing on the rooftop.
This is a woman wearing a pink floral dress. Under her feet, red leaves have fallen to the ground. The red leaves flicker with bright ripples like a river, one after another appearing out of nothing, like layers of waves in the river.
It is these layers of waves that refract the slightly bright starlight that make the top of the sky bright.
The woman lowered her head and looked down. Even if she saw bright lights on the ground below, she still saw darkness.
"well......"
The woman in pink sighed, darkness will eventually come. At that time, the lamp that can dispel people's fear will also be extinguished in the fierce night wind. Although after the dark night, the first light will come to the earth, and then there will be light again.
But, how long will this light last?
"Qiuxuan Tianzun..."
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind the woman.
When the woman heard this voice, she turned slightly and saw a middle-aged scribe in silver standing behind her.
"well......."
Just when the woman turned around, she was greeted by a sigh from the middle-aged scribe.
"Fellow Taoist Wuchang."
This is the supreme power in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Looking at the entire vastness, there are only a handful of people who can compete with him. However, at this moment, I was trapped in sighs and panic.
The middle-aged scribe took one step forward, came to the woman's side, looked down, and sighed: "Looking around, there are millions of monks. These are the best among the human race. However, under the influence of the Netherworld, there is still no one. The power of war!”
"The second step of the strong men killed thirty-nine in this battle. Even Bailu Tianzun and Qinhai Tianzun in the late stage of the realm of destruction were suppressed three years ago. The great master of the realm of destruction, our Cangwu Dao Alliance Twenty-two guards were sent here, and I even spent a lot of money to invite six powerful men in the late stage of destruction. However, in this battle, the forces of our Cangmang Dao Alliance are still retreating. I'm afraid it won't be used. How long will it take before we have to abandon the daylight and retreat to another vast place?"
In the past, it was extremely difficult for thirty-nine great powers of destruction to appear in a vast place. This can be said to have gathered half of the power of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. But it was still no match for the Netherworld forces.
"Wolong Tianzun asked you and me to guard this final level, and only let Cang Daozi go to the front line. Cang Daozi is indeed powerful. He actually used his own power to resist the three most powerful generals under the Lord of the Netherworld. . However, the number of ghosts and gods far exceeds ours, and it is only a matter of time before this vast land is breached."
The middle-aged scribe sighed sadly, and then suddenly raised his head the next moment.
Suddenly, in the darkness to the north, there were mountains rising continuously. In an instant, a blazing sun soared into the sky, blooming with thousands of rays of light. As Zhongshan disappeared, thousands of flowers bloomed, and there was actually something. The wind is caressing in this hell, showing vitality everywhere. You can see it even from above the galaxy.
Then, it suddenly started raining again. After this rain passes, the mountains will be beautiful, and the east wind will blow the fragrance of flowers.
