Sea......

The endless ocean, without the slightest wave, is quiet and makes people panic.

The sky is blue, very gentle and gentle azure blue.

......

The cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death, the situation is always impermanent.

Shiver.

The sky is trembling.

The sea is trembling.

The sky suddenly turned dark red.

In the dark red abyss of the sky, sparks continued to flash, tearing the sky apart, revealing bursts of blazing white light.

Scarlet raindrops fell, and the sound of blood rained mysteriously, as if the heavens and the earth were whimpering.

A sorrow welled up in the hearts of all living beings, but all the souls with eyes could not help but shed tears.

The sea was dyed blood-red, and the originally calm sea began to become turbulent, rolling up billions of wild waves.

The tide was furious like a demon, constantly churning and slapping bright red foam, and it had lost its balanced rhythm.

Suddenly, the entire sea of blood as far as the eye could see darkened.

The sea suddenly rose tens of millions of feet, and a behemoth like a fish poured out of the sea.

The moment he came out, he turned into a man dressed in a dark gilt suit.

The straight nose bridge and lips carve resolute lines, implying the king's natural domineering, but dyed with a bit of madness and unruliness.

"This time it's a ushering saint, and who will be next.

This......

Is it the so-called immeasurable avenue reincarnation tribulation?

Most of the three thousand worlds have been destroyed, and it is the turn of the desolation.

No saint can be detached.

Do I just wait to be annihilated between heaven and earth? ”

The man let the rain of blood hit his face.

The Great Luo is endless, claiming that all time and space are eternal and free.

But now, don't talk about time and space, even the Great Dao is about to die.

I don't know how many immeasurable eons I have lived, and my mana accumulation has long surpassed the saints I once knew.

The old friends who are still alive in the entire flood wilderness are many times stronger, but they can't be sanctified after all.

No matter how many people ascended, they were still no match for the saints.

What exactly is a saint?

I don't know how many immeasurable calamities have passed, except for the teacher and the six saints, no one knows.

Now that the reincarnation of this immeasurable avenue is coming, even the avenue will inevitably die, let alone a saint.

The first to fall was the Hongjun Ancestor who was in line with the Heavenly Dao.

Where is the life.

Ignorance.

Perhaps, in the end, it would be better to take a breath and learn from the Heavenly Sect Master, if there was a glimmer of life.

After thinking about it, two things flew out of the man's body, a book and a picture.

The moment the book picture appeared, billions of rays of light illuminated the boundless sea.

In the blink of an eye, the man turned into a giant peng, and as far as the eye could see, he could only see a feather.

With a slight flick of the wings, the entire sea sinks millions of feet out of thin air.

After the sea stagnated for a few breaths, millions of feet of monstrous waves rolled up, and the Roc had long since disappeared, revealing a boundless blood-colored sky.

Since so many tribulations, not only has the strength of the creatures of the flood famine been continuously improved, but the entire flood famine has also expanded infinitely.

Even if the strength of the man is already incomprehensible, in the face of the entire flood wilderness, it is still as if he had just been promoted to the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The man flew for more than two hundred years, came to the sky, stopped his body, and overlooked the entire land, but he could still only see a small part of Beiju Luzhou.

"Kunpeng, why bother to do the dying struggle, it's useless.

Even if a small world is divided, it can only survive for a few yuan at most.

The leading saint fell, and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in Western Mahayana Buddhism and the Venerable Arhats also passed away.

Scold...... Sage. ”

A man's phantom appeared in the sky, wearing a nine-chapter golden dragon costume on the upper half of his body, and a crown of twelve beads on his head, which was the Great Tianzun.

It's just that the phantom is so large that the lower half of the body sinks below the horizon.

Da Tianzun also did not have the majesty of the past at this time, although there was no sadness or joy on his face, Kunpeng could sense the numbness in his words.

Kunpeng didn't answer, and all his mana filled the Heshuluo diagram, and a powerful light curtain shrouded the continent below.

"Hey"

Da Tianzun sighed lightly, shook his head disapprenorantly, and his heart moved slightly.

All the gods in the land shrouded by the light curtain were removed.

"Up"

With a soft cry from Kunpeng, about one-tenth of the land of Beiju Luzhou, along with part of the underworld, was pulled up by boundless mana.

At this moment, the blood rain was still continuing, and Kunpeng could feel the shaking of the Broken Heavenly Dao, and the great terror was coming.

Hongjun once used his body to fit the Tao, but Hongjun is the way of heaven, and the way of heaven is not Hongjun.

Hongjun has fallen, and the way of heaven is just a cripple.

After all, the Heavenly Dao is still the Heavenly Dao of the Flood Desolation, and Kunpeng's move is equivalent to cutting meat on the Heavenly Dao.

In the snap of his fingers, a purple thunder slashed from the sky, no thunder, no light, no sound, no breath, but it made the creatures of heaven and earth terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

If it was the Zixiao Divine Thunder that had just opened in the wilderness, I am afraid that it would not even lose a feather on the current Kunpeng's body, but the current Zixiao Divine Thunder has long been much stronger.

I saw Kunpeng who was casting a spell, and in an instant, the demon body was completely destroyed, and the true spirit turned into a streamer and disappeared into the river book.

After the Zixiao Divine Thunder fell, except for the disappearance of Kunpeng, it was as if nothing had happened, and everything around him was still the same as before.

It's just that the continent shrouded by the light curtain, under the traction of Heshu Luotu, broke through the spatial limitations, left the flood wilderness, and turned into a small world.

And in this continent, there is a sense of cultivation in the body, and the heavens and the earth are changing and reincarnating.

The cultivators who were about to ascend to immortality found that the Nantian Gate, which had been able to sense all along, was far away.

Mustered up enough mana, no longer suppressed the realm, and wanted to soar immediately, but there was no reaction at all.

Chengxian Road is broken.

Some of the mountain spirits and wild monsters who were worshiped by incense found that the city gods and lands with priesthood had disappeared overnight.

After secretly observing for a period of time, he plucked up his courage and entered the City God Temple and other places, and began to pretend to be a righteous god and enjoy incense.

There are only a few yin gods left in the underworld, such as bulls and horses, black and white impermanence, and judges who have enough merit in the world and remain in the underworld after death.

Of course, this continent belongs to Beiju Luzhou, where humans only account for a very small part, and demons and monsters are the mainstream.

Without the protection of the gods, some demons with low cultivation tried to enter the human settlement.

The immortal Buddha is extinct, and only some of the immortal cultivators of the sect have attained the true path and the great virtuous monks of the Buddhist temple have the means to resist the demons.

Humans have completely become food for demons in captivity.

Fortunately, the big demons who are really successful in cultivation, and the little demons under their command, are not very interested in human beings.

After all, there are orthodox demon clan cultivation techniques, as well as heavenly and earthly treasures, and there is no need to rely on eating blood food to cultivate.

Outside the sky, two streamers intertwined with each other and crashed into the ocean, stirring up a storm and sinking to the bottom of the sea.

"The path of the saints, so it is.

It was too late to understand.

Scold......

It's not too late.

It makes no difference between morning and evening.

It's just silence. ”

In the desolate sky, the phantom of the Great Heavenly Venerable slowly dissipated.

The boundless rain of blood is still falling, and the heavens and the earth are still screaming.