Above the Bloodsoaked Street is a prosperous and prosperous scene, but under this Bloodsoaked Street, an unknown place that few monks have set foot in is still standing, or a place that has not been set foot by monks for many years, eerie and terrifying, like a human purgatory that monks can hardly survive.

Beneath the blood-soaked street is like a lava field that has reached the ground, with bright red lava flowing everywhere, rolling heatwaves, rough roads, and many strange rocks.

Rao is he, Jiang Yier, one is not alive, but he has lived for 10,000 years, he is Dongzhou Xuansheng, although he knows that there are strange things in this chaotic place, especially under this blood-soaked street, but it is the first time he has seen this strange scene under his feet.

A Dongzhou Xuansheng is looking around like a country boy who has never seen anything in the world at this time, and it is not a miracle to let others know it.

Jiang Yier and Wu Chen walked on an uneven and rugged path in the middle of the two blood-red boiling slurries, looking around on both sides, Rao is he Jiang Yier could detect the particularly strong bloody aura in it.

Jiang Yier turned his head to look at him, Jiang Yier retreated half a step slightly, and the other party was slightly half a step ahead of him, Wu Chen, who was comfortable in this magma narrow road.

I want to say something, but I always want to say it and stop talking.

After all, Jiang Yier, who was one of the few people under this heaven and earth who absolutely knew the identity of the other party's heels, understood that the Dao in front of him seemed to be weak and powerless, not to mention that he, a Xuansheng monk who was barely standing extremely high now, was an ordinary Emperor Xuantian of the Three Realms, and he was definitely a thin figure that could be slapped to death with a slap, how did he stand on the top of the mountain and look down at the foot of the mountain before he Jiang Yier was not called Jiang Yier.

In other words, where the figure stands, even if it is flat ground or a pothole, it is also an impassable mountain top, which is what those Xuan Emperors who have several heavens and even more Xuan Saints than him, Jiang Yier, who need to look up and be able to look at it.

It's just that Jiang Yier at that time was just a particularly ordinary one among thousands of ordinary people, so the other party was far from being comparable to the top of the mountain for him.

So even if Jiang Yier is now a barely Xuansheng Realm, he still can't see it with his head up, so he can only order a pot of wine that Jiang Yier was not used to drinking much back then, but he didn't dare to drink two more glasses because he drank two more glasses of wine, but because he drank two more glasses of wine, he missed some brilliant deeds about Nawei, wouldn't it be that the price of this pot of wine was proportional?

But in that tavern where the grade is not high enough, and the cultivation of the monks who come and go to eat wine will only be the word Fanfan, most of them are the same as the young man who was not named Jiang Yier back then, and they are all ordinary mortal monks who can't see the figure on the top of the mountain when they stand at the top of the mountain. Stories and legends, even if you add a few hearsay, even if you rely on your own imagination to play the story in the end, you can only get tired of listening to it.

So the story of Jiang Yier, who was not Jiang Yier back then, became less and less listened to, but I didn't expect the amount of wine to get better and better.

Wu Chen didn't look back, still walking slowly on this narrow path that seemed to have no future destination.

Jiang Yier naturally didn't ask anything about the silence.

In the past few thousand years, he Jiang Yier has been so leisurely that he can no longer be leisurely, and when he drinks leisurely, he can think that he can have such a mountaintop scene as Jiang Yier now, which can be said to be completely cast by the figure on the top of the mountain that he Jiang Yier could only imagine out of thin air.

If there was no emaciated figure, he Jiang Yier would still be in the ordinary monk's tavern where the wine was cheap and the monk's realm was particularly cheap, squinting his eyes, sandwiching a chopstick to accompany the dish, closing his eyes, savoring the stories and legends in his ears, smacking his mouth, and thinking about the word "really good".

It's just that it's not so good because of the food in the mouth, or whether the wine industry is mellow, but because the story in the ear is really hard to ignore and is so exciting.

Therefore, no matter how boring and boring he Jiang Yier has been for thousands of years, he can still keep him Jiang Yier is the Jiang Yier, and it is definitely not a mountain man who is a disaster and a bully, or he uses the entire Dongzhou realm as a game field, and he Jiang Yier plays on it.

Wu Chen still didn't look back, nor did he take half a step back, and asked Jiang Yier directly: "Do you know why you are called Jiang Yier?"

Jiang Yi and Er were stunned, and then his mind was immersed in it, thinking about it.

It's just that before he Jiang Yier's question was thought through and answered, Wu Chen continued to ask: "I know why I chose you Jiang Yier to do this, which shouldn't be something you Jiang Yier can do." ”

Jiang Yier stopped abruptly, lowered his head and pondered, and went deep into it.

At that time, he Jiang Yier could only see and hear the protagonist of the story in the story, but suddenly he came to him Jiang Yier in a way that was so bland at the foot of the mountain that it could no longer be bland, so he Jiang Yier only had eyes and didn't know Mount Tai.

If it weren't for the Jiang Yier who suddenly stopped and didn't call Jiang Yier, his cultivation was really higher than him Jiang Yier, and he Jiang Yier would not have listened to the other party's words plainly.

It's just that the emaciated figure that Jiang Yier couldn't see through back then, as soon as he opened his mouth, it was words that could scare him Jiang Yier to death.

There are only two sentences that almost made Jiang Yier, who was not Jiang Yier back then, treat the other party as a cultivator nerd who went astray after cultivating into demons.

It's not that he Jiang Yier imagines it like this, but what the other party says is too beyond cognition.

In the next few thousand years, he Jiang Yi and II SLR could imagine that scene with his eyes closed.

A young man who was not tall, or even a little emaciated, looked at the young man in front of him who was not high in cultivation, was born averagely, and seemed to be the average person who was on this cultivation avenue, and most ordinary people were absolutely ordinary, and asked with a smile: "Boy, do you want to live a little longer, a little longer? ”

It's just that in front of the man who seemed to be a one-man at the time, or in front of the man who had just finished the age of the gods, how many mountain monks could talk to?

So I guessed that the young man who didn't wait for him, Jiang Yier nodded and agreed, and suddenly seemed to remember something.