"This is not the case, it is not common for an artifact to be able to exert something similar to the desire to eat right now, not to mention that the artifact's intellect is not complete compared to humans, and the reason for this is because we cannot define a thought pattern that we cannot understand as a lack of sanity. Xiao Bu talked eloquently, his little head shook slightly, and he turned his head to comb the feathers on his body.

Gremi heard that the cloud mountain fog cover seemed to understand, and he couldn't help but look at Xiao Budian with admiration, Shibei changed a lot in three days, not to mention Tiangang Gu Feng who was in the growth period?

"In other words, the power of the Demon Sword's Red Blood Remnant Cloud cannot be triggered anytime and anywhere. Gremie asked.

Xiao Budian let out a giggling and said: "The operation of the world is all about balance, if the dignified artifact can already be driven by such a weak father, then what is the use of the cultivator's cultivation? Therefore, the existence of the law naturally has its inevitable and reasonable place, many things you may be able to see the signs and at the same time there are no explicit restrictions to restrain the subsequent logical spread, but the essential law of the whole world is such an invisible form. Dad doesn't have enough strength to really master the artifact, and at this moment it's just the autonomy of the artifact. ”

Graime gave a thumbs up and said "awesome".

Little Budian held his head high triumphantly, which was quite conceited, but anyone could see that he was joking, so Graimy felt more and more that Little Budian's spiritual development had reached the point of perfection. Of course, this kind of perfection is viewed from the perspective of human beings, after all, what Xiao Budian just said is nothing more than not to belittle other modes of thinking that he does not recognize with his own personal thinking, so he cannot call Xiao Budian's humanization "perfection" from the perspective of a guest officer.

Then put his gaze back to the body of Ye Wuxian, he looked chic and abnormal in the blood beads in the sky, and his long silver hair danced one after another, and there was an invisible drag that reflected it vividly.

Ye Wuxian held the hilt of the sword of the red blood remnant cloud in both hands, and the crazy surging power poured out like the Yellow River bursting its embankment, and the powerful explosive power spread out in a flat plane, and when it reached a certain critical point, the blood beads in the sky radiated in all directions, gathering extremely quickly, and the huge blood groove of the red blood remnant cloud shone brightly, and the suffocating pressure spread out from the center of this place.

Blood beads poured into the blood trough, and suddenly the eyes of the night innocent showed a bloody red, if you don't look carefully, you will think that they are full of blood, but if you observe carefully enough, then you will find that his pupils seem to have turned into crystal clear red agate, swimming in this star-like graceful scene.

The Shura Man-Eater was already crawling on the ground at this time, it was spitting out snake letters weakly, its small eyes were full of fear, he felt that the power of his domain was being ruthlessly withdrawn, you must know that the cultivation field is the accumulation of hard work over time, and being ruthlessly plundered at this time really made it feel angry and blood dripping from his heart.

But no matter what, the coercion of the artifact was enough to torture anyone who was not convinced, and the simple thinking of the Shura Man-Eating Beast made him tremble at the devouring of the red blood remnant clouds.

The sea of blood had already disappeared like ashes in the wind, and the essence of the realm had all been swallowed up by the remnants of red blood, and the mutilated organs of those killed by the Shura Man-Eaters were scattered all over the ground, emitting a thick stench.

"Chu Qing" had already landed on the ground blankly, his eyes were straight, and he seemed to be wandering into the clouds.

Ye Wuqiu felt his whole body ache and swell, and the hilt of the bloody sword slashed his palm like a protruding barb, and he felt the pain that pierced his heart. At the same time, Ye Wuqian staggered a step, stepped on half of his arm, and he slipped and sat down in the pile of corpses.

The strong stench lingered in his nasal cavity, but he couldn't care about nausea at this time, because he felt in a trance, and the sense of estrangement from the real world was really like diving into the deep sea to see the world, unable to make a sound and unable to hear the sound, just like a silent silent movie staged in loneliness, both horizontal and vertical revealed sadness.

"Your Highness!" Graemi screamed, but for Night Innocent, it was just one last glance at the scene in front of him, and then his consciousness moved into another scene.

This is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the endless view of purgatory is the basic color here. He walked on the floating corpse blankly, and the feeling of softness was his unforgettable forbidden area of thought, but such a scene was vividly staged.

Am I dreaming? Ye Wuxian looked around and found that his limbs were intact, and he pinched himself, and the sharp pain kept reminding him that it was all real.

For the environment he is in, Ye Wuqiu has never felt such doubts about it, this is all blamed on the magic of the illusion master, as the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope, originally the night without hatred on the truth of the world in which he is located is extremely difficult, but the illusion master made him understand a truth, any sense of human gain is unreliable to some extent, that is to say, what you think you experience is real, but in the eyes of others, it is just a dream.

The question that had risen to the philosophical significance of this came to his mind, and he smiled bitterly twice when he was not enmitted, and then shook his head and looked around, only to see that there was no place to stay in his position, and the place where he stood was a disgusting pustule blood, and the white and rotting floating corpse had shown an extremely inflated posture, and it would obviously not take long for it to explode into a blood mist.

Night Wuqiu's face turned pale, although the battle he experienced in the swamp was fierce, but after all, the opponents were zombies and gargoyles, and the pressure they could give people was just the coercion of survival, and at this moment, the pressure on the floating corpse was indeed from the bullying in the depths of his heart.

He moved his feet unbearably, trying to take a step, but there were so many floating corpses around him that he had to step on some of them if he wanted to move. But who can be sure that these floating corpses will not explode after being trampled on? Ye Wuqi asked himself that he could not guarantee it, but there was no other good way, so he could only pace anxiously in place.

Not far away, there is a dirt mountain, which seems to be an island in this boundless sea of blood, and there is a sheep's intestine path leading to the top of the mountain. Ye Wuqiu squinted his eyes and looked at it, only to see that something seemed to be placed on the top of the mound.

Ye Wuqi found hope and goal at this moment, and he hurriedly pulled out his legs and moved in that direction.

But no matter what, the coercion of the artifact was enough to torture anyone who was not convinced, and the simple thinking of the Shura Man-Eating Beast made him tremble at the devouring of the red blood remnant clouds.

The sea of blood had already disappeared like ashes in the wind, and the essence of the realm had all been swallowed up by the remnants of red blood, and the mutilated organs of those killed by the Shura Man-Eaters were scattered all over the ground, emitting a thick stench.

"Chu Qing" had already landed on the ground blankly, his eyes were straight, and he seemed to be wandering into the clouds.

Ye Wuqiu felt his whole body ache and swell, and the hilt of the bloody sword slashed his palm like a protruding barb, and he felt the pain that pierced his heart. At the same time, Ye Wuqian staggered a step, stepped on half of his arm, and he slipped and sat down in the pile of corpses.

The strong stench lingered in his nasal cavity, but he couldn't care about nausea at this time, because he felt in a trance, and the sense of estrangement from the real world was really like diving into the deep sea to see the world, unable to make a sound and unable to hear the sound, just like a silent silent movie staged in loneliness, both horizontal and vertical revealed sadness.

"Your Highness!" Graemi screamed, but for Night Innocent, it was just one last glance at the scene in front of him, and then his consciousness moved into another scene.

This is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the endless view of purgatory is the basic color here. He walked on the floating corpse blankly, and the feeling of softness was his unforgettable forbidden area of thought, but such a scene was vividly staged.

Am I dreaming? Ye Wuxian looked around and found that his limbs were intact, and he pinched himself, and the sharp pain kept reminding him that it was all real.

For the environment he is in, Ye Wuqiu has never felt such doubts about it, this is all blamed on the magic of the illusion master, as the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope, originally the night without hatred on the truth of the world in which he is located is extremely difficult, but the illusion master made him understand a truth, any sense of human gain is unreliable to some extent, that is to say, what you think you experience is real, but in the eyes of others, it is just a dream.

The question that had risen to the philosophical significance of this came to his mind, and he smiled bitterly twice when he was not enmitted, and then shook his head and looked around, only to see that there was no place to stay in his position, and the place where he stood was a disgusting pustule blood, and the white and rotting floating corpse had shown an extremely inflated posture, and it would obviously not take long for it to explode into a blood mist.

Night Wuqiu's face turned pale, although the battle he experienced in the swamp was fierce, but after all, the opponents were zombies and gargoyles, and the pressure they could give people was just the coercion of survival, and at this moment, the pressure on the floating corpse was indeed from the bullying in the depths of his heart.

He moved his feet unbearably, trying to take a step, but there were so many floating corpses around him that he had to step on some of them if he wanted to move. But who can be sure that these floating corpses will not explode after being trampled on? Ye Wuqi asked himself that he could not guarantee it, but there was no other good way, so he could only pace anxiously in place.

Not far away, there is a dirt mountain, which seems to be an island in this boundless sea of blood, and there is a sheep's intestine path leading to the top of the mountain. Ye Wuqiu squinted his eyes and looked at it, only to see that something seemed to be placed on the top of the mound.

Ye Wuqi found hope and goal at this moment, and he hurriedly pulled out his legs and moved in that direction.