In the steep canyon, there was a bloody rain.

Lu Zixin was calm and walked forward, and Ye Changsheng followed suit.

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but feel unreal when he looked at those warriors who died tragically, the warriors like moths to the flames.

A second ago, they were still fresh lives, and they were still vicious dogs with teeth and claws.

In the next second, they were a pile of rotten meat, despicable to dust.

As for Lu Zixin, he just waved his wide sleeves, and he didn't even make extra moves.

He is unnecessary and disdainful.

In front of the powerful Innate Realm powerhouse, how small are sentient beings, and what is the difference between them and ants?

The purpose of these ants is only to consume Lu Zixin's physical strength and energy and hinder Lu Zixin's speed of breaking through.

But no matter how many ants there are, they are still ants after all, is their death really meaningful?

Dressed in white like snow, with hair like snow, Lu Zixin's footsteps are elegant and calm, like an old man walking under the moon and thinking hard about good sentences.

However, five meters away, there was a blood-colored world, and the clothes of the samurai flying in the wind were dyed red with blood.

The next moment, the samurai's bodies exploded, and more blood and qi were poured into this world that would never intersect.

Walk into an open field, only a hundred meters away from the exit of the canyon.

Lu Zixin stopped, and five meters away, the blood-colored storm swirled, blurring the entire world.

Lu Zixin's expression was solemn, he took off the falling star pen from his bun, and swiped towards Ye Changsheng with his backhand.

The space with a radius of five meters is divided into two, like a large bubble turning into two small bubbles.

The small bubble in front of him detached, protected Lu Zixin's body, and moved forward.

Ye Changsheng looked at the tumbling blood mist and Lu Zixin's vague and distorted back, and his heart couldn't help but hang.

If he guessed correctly, the two powerhouse-level worshippers of the palace are about to make a move.

Or rather, they've already shot.

The enchantment that wrapped Lu Zixin's heart suddenly twisted and deformed, and one after another gullies fell into it.

In the tumbling blood-colored storm, it was like hiding a giant blade tens of meters long, constantly slashing hard at Lu Zixin's enchantment.

However, no matter how sharp, hard, and crushing those giant blades were, they were never able to tear apart the transparent enchantment outside Lu Zixin's body.

The blood mist became more and more pervasive, the storm became more and more violent, and even the enchantment that protected Ye Changsheng was twisted and deformed, making a piercing grinding sound, stimulating Ye Changsheng's eardrums.

The flame rabbit lying on Ye Changsheng's shoulder, his expression was nervous, his eyelids were jumping, and unconsciously, the temperature of his body had risen a lot, leaving a black mark on Ye Changsheng's shoulder.

Another storm swept in, and the blood spread endlessly, completely blocking Ye Changsheng's line of sight.

He seemed to sink into a roaring sea of blood, swaying with the waves of the waves, and the only thing that protected him was the twisted membrane.

The sight is blocked, the consciousness is blocked, the perception is blocked, and in the end, the hearing is blocked.

The blood-stained world is constantly twisted and transformed, like a vain nightmare.

Suddenly, a strong and dazzling light flashed, and suddenly, a ball of light burst, reflecting a vague shadow.

The blood-colored mist closed again, and Ye Changsheng was shocked to find that the membrane that wrapped them was crawling with blood, like a freshly hatched egg.

At this moment, a solemn voice came from his ears: "Those blood streaks are the essence blood of the innate powerhouse, suck them dry, otherwise the old man's domain space will not be able to protect you!"

Ye Changsheng's heart shook violently, looking at the bloodshot that spread wildly on the transparent barrier, and his scalp was numb.

The so-called domain space is an independent space opened up by the strong people of the innate realm.

This space is completely formed by the energy of the strong, and in the realm, only the will of the strong exists, and it cannot be violated by the outside world.

The bubbles that Lu Zixin conjured up were his domain space.

The outer wall of this space was condensed by his own majestic qi, and it was an insurmountable existence for cultivators in the acquired realm.

However, for the innate powerhouse who also has the domain space, it is just a strengthened version of the enchantment defense.

Just like the two innate worshippers in the palace, they couldn't tear apart Lu Zixin's domain space with their strength, but they could penetrate into the domain space little by little through corrosion.

Once the blood of those innate strong people turns into blood, it invades the transparent bubble, and the bubble is bound to burst.

And at that point, Ye Changsheng's only fate was to be torn to pieces by the blood-colored storm in the outside world!

"Mountain Chief, how should I absorb those bloods?!" Ye Changsheng shouted with some annoyance.

His shouts were purely venting, let alone sound, and even his thoughts could not be transmitted.

Lu Zixin couldn't hear it, how could he tell him?

Ye Changsheng looked at the transparent film that was about to collapse, gritted his teeth, stretched out his big hand, and printed forward.

"Boom!"

A mountain peak collapsed, and boulders roared down, blocking the canyon exit entirely.

The noisy smoke dissipated, and Zuo Yuen Long, under the protection of several personal guards, climbed to a high place, looking at the blood-filled canyon, and couldn't help but be frightened.

As a bystander, he may not have seen much more than Ye Changsheng in the game, but looking at the blood mist that was tumbling violently like a sea tide, he could perceive the horror of the battle of the strong even more.

The two congenital powerhouses he secretly supported were both from the Demon Gate, and they belonged to the most disgraceful kind, if it wasn't for Lu Zixin today, Zuo Yuen Long would definitely not send them.

Fortunately, he invited the two of them, otherwise the warriors of the palace and the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect would not be able to stop Lu Zixin at all.

The road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high.

The strength of the two dark powerhouses is really strong, and their powerful blood-colored realm has completely controlled the canyon, trapping Lu Zixin and Ye Changsheng inside.

However, this was not enough, the battle of the three strong men made the canyon unrecognizable, and only four or five peaks collapsed.

Such a huge movement is bound to alarm the masters of Cloud Dragon City.

The two worshippers must hurry up, and they must kill Lu Zixin and Ye Changsheng before the master arrives!

"Lord Wang, look, that's, that's Ye Changsheng!" one of the guards suddenly widened his eyes, pointed to the canyon and shouted loudly.

In the tumbling blood mist, a soft bubble floated up, and Ye Changsheng's twisted figure could be vaguely seen in the bubble.

Zuo Yuanlang squinted, the hatred in his chest was monstrous, and he couldn't wait to go up in person and hack Ye Changsheng to death.

If it weren't for Ye Changsheng, how could he end up in the current situation, why did he suffer such a heavy loss, and almost lost the elite that the palace had cultivated for many years.

Looking at the bubbles that were about to break, and Ye Changsheng who was struggling in the bubbles, Zuo Yuanlang looked hideous, and let out a crazy laugh: "Ye Changsheng, after all, this king won, your fate is the same as this blister, even if you can bloom a little bit of brilliance, in the end, it's not broken, disillusioned, hahahaha......"