"Why do I think this is inviting you into the urn?" Mu Yanran shook her shoulders uncomfortably, it was obviously such a hot place, but she was aware of a bit of cold air that penetrated into her bones.

The trail was lined with lava on both sides, and at first glance it looked as if it was about to be swallowed up by lava.

It was also thanks to Ah Jing who walked up expressionlessly, thinking of this, Mu Yanran glanced at the man again.

The downpour fell straight down, but it was not touching rain in Kowloon Mountain. When the rain falls, it has evaporated into a layer of fog from the magma. The blazing mist hazes over the magma, as if the scorching temperature had risen a little more.

This is not an invitation to the urn, this is a blatant provocation.

Lowering his eyes, Mo Kongjing didn't say anything, just walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.

Do your best, it doesn't matter what, after all, the other party is a god.

Dirt bales were covered with lava, and the surrounding area rose to a terrible temperature.

The road behind was getting harder and harder, and by the last line of people had jumped and walked on the rocks. The hot magma seemed to be alive, but wherever they tread, the flowing magma immediately hid far away.

"Youdel and the others can still hold on so far, but it's just some small ants, and they want to challenge Shenwei?"

The majestic voice sounded disdainfully overhead, and everyone looked at it when they heard it, only to see a proud figure sitting lazily on the sacred seat suspended in the air on the top of Jiulong Mountain.

The body of the West Sea Emperor was no longer transparent, even if he looked at it from such a long distance, the domineering aura was like a thunderbolt rolling in the sky, and he didn't dare to look at it directly!

The black hair like a waterfall was wildly draped behind his head, the half-open placket revealed the beautiful and explosive chest, the handsome and unparalleled face had a bohemian evil spirit, and the few black studs exuded a breathtaking halo.

It is God who sits lazily under the nine heavens.

An evil arrogant and disdainful god.

Those dark eyes looked down at the ants on the mountain with disdain, and there was a violent anger in his disdainful eyes, murderous, indifferent, and countless negative emotions were presented in his eyes.

He is a cold and cruel god, but at the same time he has a great power that no other being can resist.

Hopeless?

Not.

Because, there is no hope in sight, even if it is desperate, it cannot crush people.

Every monk who came here was carrying something that could not be parted, and if they were already standing here, it would be too late if they were afraid.

"Heaven and earth are unkind to all things as dogs, the Emperor of the West Sea - you are a god in vain!"

Looking up at the evil figure, the fearless Mo Kongjing stepped forward to accuse him with righteousness. The blood red in the line of sight seemed to be more vivid.

After plucking up the courage to shout out this sentence, I suddenly felt smooth, and the stone that had been blocking my heart suddenly became clear.

Taking a deep breath, seeing the disdain and sarcasm in the eyes of the Emperor of the West Sea, when Mo Kongjing just wanted to roar two more words, who would have thought that the Emperor of the West Sea would look away disapprovingly and slowly lift up with one hand.

'Boom Boom'

The sound of the surging and colliding floods suddenly flooded the entire Jiulong Mountain, and the blood red that poured from the back mountain stunned everyone.

"What are you doing? Don't come up yet! ”

Mo Kongjing, who was in control of the flying sword, struggled to pull the people who were close to her onto the long sword, and after flying upwards for dozens of zhang, she patted her chest with palpitations.

Everyone's reaction was not slow, and those who could step on the air quickly pulled others into the air.

The surging blood and the pungent smell of the water engulfed the entire Jiulong Mountain, flowing into the sea and mixing with the seawater.

The thick blood dissolves the scarlet of the sea in the sea, how many people's blood is that? Thousands? Million? It's still the blood body of more than 200,000 mortals in the West City!

On the high seat, the Emperor of the West Sea still looks like an evil spirit.

Through those cold and ferocious eyes, anyone would believe that this high god really didn't care about all living things.

"Ah, Ah Jing, look at the sea!" Standing anxiously on the flying sword, Mu Yanran pointed down in fear, as if she had seen something terrible.

As Mu Yanran looked at the place she was pointing, she saw a layer of white suddenly floating on the sea stained red with blood.

If you look closely, those white flowers are the belly of a dead fish!

Dense dead fish rolled their eyes and their bellies rose to the surface, and wherever the blood and water reached in the huge sea area became such a hell on earth!

"There's something wrong with that blood!" The scalp was numb and looked away, and Mo Kongjing gritted his teeth to suppress the anger in his heart.

Gradually, she saw something unusual, countless one-foot-long black lines emerged from the dead fish, flying towards the high Western Sea Emperor.

Those black lines flashed in a flash, and the speed was impossible to catch with the naked eye.

There were so many dead fish, and all they could see with their naked eyes was a large cloud of black mist surging towards the Western Sea Emperor.

"He's using all living beings as sacrifices to seize power!" Yu Ling, who flew into the air, frowned tightly, and he was already wearing the sea blue armor on his body, and the trident of the sea god was also in his hand.

Now he is like a real sea god has descended!

A cold face that is not angry and self-threatening, like a knife carving, wearing a fiery red cloak of sea blue battle armor, and standing out of thin air with a trident in his hand.

"Damn! In order to seize power, he even wants this sea to become the Dead Sea! Gritting her teeth angrily, Mu Yanran didn't know the blood on her red lips.

Even though she had never seen a true deity, in her heart, the deity must be the kind of person who is high up and sees through the light of mercy and feels all things. Gods, isn't it the belief of mortals?

At that time, Nuwa Niangniang and Fuxi God were born because of the curtains, and they opened up the world of cultivating immortals with their own divine power, and all living beings could become immortals by pursuing the avenue!

More and more black lines converged, and Mo Kongjing, who felt dizzy and dizzy, saw Yu Ling's obviously out of control body as soon as he turned around, and couldn't help but wonder, "Yu Ling? What happened to you? ”

"Body, body, not controlled?" Eyes widened in surprise, and the trident in his hand looked at his crumbling body in disbelief. The feeling of loss of control became stronger and stronger, and there seemed to be a pair of unknown hands operating his body in the dark!

"The body is out of control? How can it be! As soon as he shouted out, Mo Kongjing was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The body of Yu Ling, who was wearing battle armor, turned directly into a ray of light and flew straight towards the Emperor of the West Sea!

A light curtain erupted in the air that was too strong for the naked eye to see, and the powerful and loud collision sound was deafening.

Just as everyone's ears were ringing and buzzing in their ears, the two black shadows flickering from time to time in the light curtain made everyone look sideways.

One of them is wearing battle armor and holding a trident, and it is clearly the Imperial Feather!

(To be continued.) )