Everything happened in an instant, and the appearance of the candle dragon was even more chaotic in time and space, and the attack of the red-robed ancestor at this time still continued, and the giant thing in front of Xingtu was also being born.

Without Gu Luo's figure, Xingtu had other options, and there was no need for him to speak, the other two existences had already pressed the Colorful Divine Venerable to fly from afar.

The Colorful Divine Venerable did not have any power to resist now, and was directly pressed into the Giant Ding by the two figures, and the two existences also entered the Giant Ding, and never appeared again.

Coupled with the Colorful Divine Venerable, a total of nine Dao Divine Realms existed, as well as countless Dao Venerable bodies, all of which turned into rich blood and qi and existed in the Ding, giving birth to a terrifying thing.

Xingtu's last gaze was on Wang Sheng's body, his expression was cold, and he didn't even make another move in the end.

Wang Sheng's eyes moved, because he found that Xingtu's last gaze was locked on his chest, where a small sword was stored, it was the red ancient god sword that the big real person had given him as a price before, and he had discovered that this small sword contained a secret at that time.

Now it seems that the owner of this little sword has no need to guess.

But I don't know what Xingtu finally saw, and he didn't snatch it.

But after turning his head, nine drops of blood oozed out from the center of his eyebrows, and the nine drops of blood were pitch black and rich, dripping into the giant tripod, and the giant tripod clanged, and then there were not too many patterns, and the giant tripod, which was not gorgeous at all, directly burst out with a strong light, forming an extremely bright rainbow light.

The rainbow light appeared in mid-air, condensing into the shape of a small sword, which was the same as the small sword in Wang Sheng's hand.

Wang Sheng's pupils moved slightly, which was a bit interesting.

Seeing this scene, it was not only Wang Sheng, but also a large number of real people, his heart shook, as something handed over from his own hands, he naturally would not admit his mistake.

This little sword actually has such a origin!

But isn't this sword in his hand, the big real person looked at Wang Sheng, and didn't find anything unusual about Wang Sheng, but his heart became vigilant again, and he couldn't see through Wang Sheng more and more.

Up to now, only he and Wang Sheng have not been attacked by Xingtu, nor have they been sacrificed, he himself is a little sure, and he probably knows why he was not attacked, but Wang Sheng, he can't see anything special, and can only use the fact that he has the true body of an ancient god as a reason.

Wang Sheng had no time to take care of the real people, just looking at Xingtu's movements, Xingtu's current approach reminded him of a scene in the inheritance of the ancient gods he had received before.

It is also a giant tripod, but there are patterns and Taoist texts on that giant tripod, which looks much higher than the current one, and the figure refining in front of the giant tripod is also extremely tall, much taller than the star journey.

His movements were simple, he sucked in the air casually, and he would summon something from the void, or stars, or some kind of treasure, and finally he slashed hard from the top of his head, and a crack opened in the space, but from the crack flowed endless blood.

It was as if blood was raining from the sky, and this figure stretched out his hand and pointed at all of them into the dingzhong.

The crack in the air closed automatically to a certain extent, and this figure didn't care, just looked at the giant tripod in front of him, waiting quietly.

And it didn't take long for this giant tripod to react as well, and a small red sword flew out of it.

The moment Wang Sheng saw this little red sword from the inheritance, he knew that this little red sword was the one he carried.

In the inheritance, the huge figure directly threw the giant tripod into the void, and strode out of the void with the small sword in satisfaction.

Wang Sheng looked at the movements of Xingtu in front of him, but he didn't know that Xingtu was imitating the actions of the giants in the inheritance and refining a small sword.

The movements were simple and there was no technical aspect, but Wang Sheng knew that if there was no Juding, if there was no blood rain that fell from the sky at the end, the little sword would not have taken shape.

At this moment, it seems that the Star Journey Juding is not as good as that, it is just an imitation, and the blood is far inferior to the blood level chosen in the inheritance.

But in the end, such a small sword appeared, even if he didn't see any technical content, Wang Sheng had to admit that the star journey was indeed a bit not simple.

Thinking of this, Wang Sheng was very interested in the attack of the red-robed ancestor and the power of the small sword in Xingtu's hand.

can make Xingtu feel the crisis, naturally it is a very strong supernatural power, and it can make Xingtu react with such fanfare, and the small sword must also be powerful, and there is also the mysterious color that Wang Sheng discovered from the inheritance.

When the two collide, it must be an extremely vast and spectacular scene.

Although the two were extremely fast, they had long exceeded the reaction time of the normal power fight, and according to common sense, there was enough for one existence to escape.

But the timing chosen by the red-robed ancestor was very appropriate, or it could be said that he had occupied the body of the moon beast for the present moment.

Only in this way, Xingtu, who is trapped in the sea of blood, will not dodge.

The real person of the Great Department had already sensed the difference, but his expression was gloomy, and in the end he did not choose to escape, the purgatory sky above the head of the Shura Realm kept approaching his body, and the entire purgatory world seemed to be about to really appear.

It also makes the red light in the Shura realm continue to be rich, as if it has turned into substance.

The body of the Great True Person has inevitably incarnated as a Purgatory Shura, and the burden is very heavy, and at this time, he is still suffering from the act of protecting others, if it weren't for his previous performance, Wang Sheng really thought that this was a great benevolent person who abided by the contract.

And what's even more bizarre is that most of the real people in this state did not show their own Taiyin clan, that is, the bloodline of the ancient god slaves.

At this time, he had not given up the plan in his heart, Wang Sheng couldn't help but admire the real people, and at the same time he was also curious about what the real hole cards of the real people were.

As if he was watching from the sidelines, watching everything through it, Wang Sheng's interest in his heart gradually rose, and what he found during this trip to the secret realm far exceeded his expectations.

Xingtu roared angrily and suddenly roared, and the giant tripod was slapped up by him, and then fiercely suppressed the red-black light that the red-robed ancestor in front of him turned into.

At this moment, the red and black light also truly condensed, and a depressing aura enveloped the entire sea of blood, even Wang Sheng could easily feel the suppression of his soul.

Xingtu's expression was rare and solemn, and after expelling the giant ding, the blood-red small sword in his hand was raised, and it was flicked lightly by his fingers.

A total of nine pleasant sounds sounded from the little sword, and the sound was continuous, as if the wind had pierced through the nine holes, endlessly.

The little sword disappeared directly into the void in such a voice, and reappeared and had already entered the blood-red light of the red-robed ancestor.