The red light of the king's nest became more and more intense, and it was so good at kung fu that it was already as dense as substance, and it was impossible to see the scene inside.

No one knew what the blood pupil had encountered inside, and no one knew what he had seen.

Only the blood pupil itself.

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Blood......

An endless sea of blood.

The blood pupil stood in the sky above the sea of blood, watching countless blood shadows struggle and crawl out in the sea of blood. The sea of blood that once belonged to him became extremely violent today, and the blood waves hundreds of meters high went straight into the sky, and even he couldn't control the boiling of the sea of blood. And in the sky above the sea of blood, tens of thousands of blood shadows were flying out in all directions, instantly disappearing outside the range of the blood pupil's perception.

The blood pupil didn't know where they were going, but he knew that from today onwards, the sea of blood was finally going to exercise its mission.

In fact, a long time ago, the blood pupil felt strange, why is it that other people's high-level lifeform characteristics are so practical, only their own blood sea, but they can only hide in the depths of the spirit? Although he has the ability to devour enemies, he really has to face opponents of the same level, and how many of them can be ingested by his pupils?

Everything has been answered today.

It turned out that the Blood Sea was not a so-called high-level lifeform at all, it was hidden in his own body, and it only belonged to his worldly realm!

The world of the dead!!

Every Blood Shadow was a warrior of Claudir in his previous life. They are brave and powerful, and they have given everything for Crodil in their lifetime, but when they die, their souls do not turn into scattered psionic particles, but return to the vast sea of blood. The boundless sea of blood never seems to stop rolling, and how many Clodir Heroic Spirits are hidden in it?

The Blood Pupil couldn't imagine it, but there was one thing he knew, and that was that if this was the place where the warriors of Crodil resided, then under this sea of blood. It must be hidden the most powerful force in the universe.

The heroic soul of the endlessly strong.

These heroic souls float and sink in the sea of blood. Be nourished by the sea of blood. Or rather, the Lord of the Sea of Blood. That is, their own nourishment. When one day we can return to reality, it will inevitably set off the craziest tide in the universe. No one can stop them from taking revenge, because this is a force that does not belong to the human world!

The only thing they lacked was a carrier. And outside. Crodil has everything in store for them.

Hundreds of millions of conqueror shells are enough for these blood shadows to gain the strength they had in their lifetimes. Although this may take a while to fuse. But there is no doubt that when the fusion ends, the countdown to life in the universe will also begin.

People who don't experience it personally. It is impossible to comprehend the hatred of the Crodil people for the universe. They are born in pain and die in pain. They have spent their entire lives fighting for the rise of the race. Most people only see their conquests, their violence, and who sees their helplessness, their sorrow?

It's a miserable race. From life to death, at the mercy of fate. Their anger comes from their blood, from their souls, and it is precisely these that the people of Crodil will never forget.

They won't know how to forgive, because of this universe. I owe them too much.

Someone may ask in this universe. And how many races are being bullied? And how many races have been destroyed? None of them hated this universe, so what reason and right did the Crodil people have?

The answer is actually quite simple, this is the difference between the weak and the strong.

The weak, even if they are hard-mouthed, will only bow their heads when they are humiliated, burying their heads in the sand like quails, thinking that they do not exist if they can't see it. The weak will not resist, they will only kneel and lick. Maybe in their minds, this can change everything.

But the strong are different, even if they are weak, when they encounter injustice, the only response is to fight back! They don't need sympathy, they don't need mercy, even if the people of the entire world are slandering them and framing them, they will still follow the pace they decide, step by step, towards revenge. They were covered in scars and blood, but even if they fell, they would not stop. If you can't walk, you need to crawl, and if you can't crawl, you have to grit your teeth.

The difference between the weak and the strong is not in the form, but in the heart!! (I would like to pay tribute to the countless martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country.) You are truly strong. In addition, I have mercy on Hong Kong Can's, Taiwan Poison's 2B, don't ask us what we are standing for when you lie down. We also don't bother to explain it to you, because it's a shame. He who has lost your fathers. There is no charge in this parentheses, and the knife is angry and complains. ）

There is no doubt that the people of Crodil are strong, because they have the heart of a strong.

This is their sorrow, but it is also their glory!

Standing above the sea of blood, the blood pupil suddenly felt the will of the Krodil people. It's a tenacious and unyielding will. No matter how much suffering there is, no matter how much pain there is, it is difficult to twist the will. No one wants to die, and no one wants to die with this never-ending torture. But the Crodirs did. They will not only fight for life, but for eternity.

Even if you die, you have to fight!

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that I don't know what Lu Dao is fighting for!

Taking a deep breath, the blood pupil felt the bloody breath in his lungs, and suddenly shook his head.

He doesn't want to control anymore, when a civilization is brewing in anger and accumulating in hatred, and finally waiting for the day when he reappears, what reason and qualification does he have to stop it?

The people of Crodil are destined to reproduce the universe, and this is not a prediction, but a reality. It is the reality that has been sacrificed by generations of Crodir people, and the blood of generations has been exchanged.

This is fate!

The silent blood pupil turned around and was about to leave this sea of blood. He had already sensed that even if he didn't have his own control, the blood shadows of the sea of blood would find their carrier. At the moment, he may be a superfluous person.

Blood Pupil didn't know why he was called here, but he didn't want to face what happened next.

It's one thing to understand, it's another to accept.

Blood Pupil understands the hatred of the Crodils, but does not want to be part of it. The flame of hatred was so strong that he feared that he would burn himself. Burn everyone who has something to do with you.

It's a pity that although he wants to escape, there is one person who doesn't want him to leave.

Suddenly, a voice sounded beneath the blood pupil. Stopped him from leaving.

"Blood Pupil, or rather, the great Diapols, do you want to leave like this?"

"Who?" The blood pupils were stunned for a moment, and suddenly turned around. But I happened to see a blood-colored figure floating in the sea of blood, his figure was very burly, but his body was covered with scars, and a large amount of blood dripped down his scars, indescribably violent and terrifying.

But of course, this bit of violence was not seen by the blood pupil, he just stared indifferently at this blood shadow that he had never seen before. Leng asked coldly.

"Who are you?"

"Me?" Blood Shadow looked up for a moment, then smiled faintly. "I don't have a name. But a long, long time ago, I remember them calling me ......"

"King." (To be continued.) )