Every time Lin Yang killed someone, there would be an extra scarlet blood cloud in the sky. Soon, the originally clear sky gradually turned dark red, and the blood cloud became thicker and thicker, as if it was about to rumble under the next blood rain.

The originally flat bluestone streets were also dyed red by endless blood, and the dripping blood gradually converged into a stream from a silk thread, and the blood-red stream flowed at Lin Yang's feet.

The blood-red sky, the blood-red streets, and the blood-red Lin Yang. Outside his eyes, there was blood red everywhere, Lin Yang felt that he had gone from wanting to vomit at the beginning, and gradually turned into numbness, and every time the sword went down, there would be an additional blood cloud in the sky.

I don't know how many people I killed, Lin Yang's feet have become a three-foot ocean, which is condensed by blood, and every step down, a piece of blood will be splashed.

And at the end of the street, there were still dense people standing, like moths to a fire, rushing towards Lin Yang's side. If Lin Yang doesn't kill them, they will kill Lin Yang.

The original brilliant blue color of the Longyuan Sword was gradually soaked into a dark red by the blood, and with a golden light bursting in the sky, the Longyuan Sword actually broke through the limit in this situation and was promoted to a low-grade immortal weapon.

This is a peerless killing weapon, and his birth was accompanied by a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The endless thunderbolt in the sky slashed down towards Long Yuan's sword, and after each lightning bolt, Long Yuan saw that the light was even more vigorous.

Suddenly, a long whale of the Longyuan Sword sucked water, and all the blood and water on the ground boiled, providing a steady stream of killing intent to the Longyuan Sword, and the evil aura of the sword body rushed straight to the sky, and all the thunderstorms were turned into nothing under this terrifying evil aura.

"Haha Lao Tzu has finally regained some strength, if you can find Lao Tzu's sword soul, those so-called divine weapons will kneel down and call Uncle when they see Lao Tzu." The Long Yuan Sword kept hovering in the sky, letting out a crazy laugh.

"I'll help you find the Sword Soul." Lin Yang touched the blood on his face and said calmly.

"Hahaha, I believe in you. You're pretty awesome. Ordinary people can cultivate a small world, which is considered talented, but you have two small worlds, it's really incredible. I've been with you for so long, and this time I can get some strength back, thanks to you, come on, let's become one! ”

"Ahem, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. I mean cheaper for you, I've decided, mixed with you. Long Yuanjian saw that Lin Yang's expression was a little unkind, and quickly explained with a dry smile.

"I just have some headaches." Lin Yang sighed slightly, bit his middle finger and squeezed a drop of essence blood to fuse with the Longyuan Sword, officially becoming the owner of the Longyuan Sword.

"What's the headache?" Long Yuan's sword shuttled a few sword flowers in the air at will, and a large number of corpses fell, and the gurgling blood stained the streets red.

"Don't you think everything is very unreasonable?" Lin Yang just lazily followed behind the super thug of Long Yuan Sword, Long Yuan Sword was like a human meat harvester, constantly reaping those oncoming lives.

"I remember when I used to follow the Yellow Emperor, he mentioned 'reincarnation', which is the god of fate, the shackles that are forcibly put on everyone, and we all live in 'reincarnation'." Long Yuanjian sighed angrily, "Maybe this is just one of your hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, and you and I can't see through it or think through it." Only when you stand at the pinnacle, maybe you will understand the cause and effect of everything. ”

"Reincarnation?" Lin Yang's heart suddenly shuddered, remembering the black-robed strange man he met outside the bronze gate, if he was not mistaken, his sword technique of smashing the black-robed seeker with one sword was the Vajra Demon Subduing Sword Technique.

And in the entire demon world, there is only one person who can use the Vajra Demon Subduing Sword Technique, right? In other words, did you come out of the bronze gate, and then saved yourself who was almost devoured by the bronze door as a sacrifice?

And who is the long-haired person seen in the bronze coffin on the upper floor? Why does he have to have his own divine bones? And where did he go after he woke up from his coma?

Layers of fog shrouded Lin Yang's heart. Lin Yang shook his head fiercely, trying to get these messy thoughts out of his brain.

There were more and more people, and the blood on the ground was getting deeper and deeper, gradually drowning Lin Yang's knees. The blood clouds in the sky were also overwhelming, and the entire sky became a dark red.

"Lin Yang, Lin Yang." At this time, a familiar voice sounded, and Zhao Xinyu ran out of the corner of the street in black casual clothes with a hurried expression, followed by a group of monsters with teeth and claws, with snake heads and bodies, spitting scarlet letters.

"Xinyu." Lin Yang hurriedly ran over, pulled Zhao Xinyu over, and slashed out with a sword in his hand, causing a pool of blood, and the monster was instantly killed and injured.

"Xinyu, why did you come to the demon world, it's so dangerous!" Lin Yang held Zhao Xinyu's innocent face and said worriedly.

"Well, I was worried about you, so I came to you. I'm so cold, you hug me. Zhao Xinyu was also soaked with blood, her black hair was sticky to her face, and her big clear eyes were full of fear and fear.

"Okay, with me, it's not cold." Lin Yang held Zhao Xinyu tightly in his arms, and he could still feel her delicate body trembling.

"Lin Yang. Don't you think there's something missing from this woman in your arms? The Long Yuan Sword eliminated the snake-headed monster that was chasing after him, hovered in the sky and said with a deep groan.

"What do you want to say?" Lin Yang was also physically and mentally exhausted, and asked a little tiredly stroking Zhao Xinyu's hair.

"Angry." Long Yuanjian sighed, "Only the dead are not alive. ”

"You mean, Xinyu?" Lin Yang suddenly felt that Zhao Xinyu in his arms had become so cold, so cold. hurriedly held her shoulder, but saw a lifeless, dark face, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You're not Xinyu, who are you?" Lin Yang pushed away the woman in front of him who gradually changed into another face, and it turned out to be Su Xiaosu.

"Don't you feel a little itchy in your neck?" Su Xiaosu smiled weirdly, and Lin Yang suddenly felt that there were thousands of ants in his body biting and running wildly.

"Su Xiaosu, why did you hurt me?" Lin Yang immediately activated the power of chaos and began to eliminate this itch in his body. It's just that this itch is so stubborn that it is even immune to the power of chaos.

"I'm not Su Xiaosu, I'm the tower soul of Babel. It is a synthesis of all the creatures who have entered the Tower of Babel and died unjustly, I am a person, and I am also a thousand people. Su Xiaosu said coldly.

"If you want to break the rules, take away the Bodhi Treasure Tree, and let all living beings be purified, then I won't exist anymore. So I'm going to kill you. The tower soul opened its mouth like a black hole and began to frantically devour the blood clouds in the sky.

"Wuji, Qiankun." At this time, Lin Yang, the two small worlds that Lin Yang had just formed, each struck a chaotic force, one yellow and one green, and wrapped around the soul of the Babel Tower.

"Xuanhuang World?" Seeing the two chaotic forces entwined, the Babel Tower Soul was surprised to forget to absorb the blood cloud to strengthen his power, and blurted out.

"No, it can't, it's impossible. No one can cultivate the Xuanhuang World, no one's. Hahaha. "The Babel Soul felt like there was an unstable nuclear reactor in his body, and red light burst out from his body, and the entire city was instantly reduced to nothing.

In the void, a small sapling like a branch floated quietly, and as soon as Lin Yang beckoned, the Bodhi Treasure Tree was in his hand.

In mid-air, a bronze gate opened silently, and Lin Yang passed through the bronze gate with a flicker, and saw a green meadow, and sure enough, he had returned to the oasis.

I saw a black-robed seeker chanting some incantation, while the other himself was tied up like a rice dumpling, grabbed by the one-horned seeker and thrown towards the cracked bronze gate.

Lin Yang, who was in the bronze gate, looked at everything outside in a daze, and a cold rose from the depths of his soul, it turned out that the sea of blood he saw at that time was caused by his destruction of the tower soul on the last layer.

And the black-robed weirdo who rescued himself from the Seeker with the Bodhi Treasure Tree was Lin Yang himself.

Transmigration? Maybe it's just getting started