Above the nine heavens, in the endless sea of clouds.

The red sun fell in the west, and the afterglow sprinkled down, reflecting a piece of red, just like the demonic blood.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang ......"

An incomparably passionate sound of the piano shot out from the depths of the sea of clouds, like a throwing knife smashing countless clouds.

The sound of the piano is like the sound of iron ge, like the thousands of troops and horses on the battlefield, igniting the billowing wolf smoke, which is full of the meaning of killing with a spear.

And in the intention of killing with that spear, there is a kind of indignant and unyielding courage.

At this time, I saw two huge desolate beasts poking out of the sea of clouds, the giant beasts were hundreds of feet high, and their whole bodies were pitch black. The scales that were more than a foot long, shimmering with bursts of metallic cold light, and behind them were bound two bucket-thick black iron cables.

The giant rope has been tempered thousands of times, thick and strong, and a little black light makes it look extremely cold.

It is locked on a stone island.

These two desolate beasts are none other than the eight-armed evil dragon and the Hell Suppression Divine Elephant on the Shenzang Stone Island, and they are walking through the clouds in the sea of clouds at the moment, pulling a huge stone island with difficulty.

Above the stone island, a young man in yellow sat suspended in the air, and a guqin more than a foot long was suspended in front of him.

The piano has fifty strings.

The fierce sound of the piano, full of the killing breath of the spear, flew out from here, like a sharp flying knife, slashing towards the endless sea of clouds.

The strings vibrate, and the sound does not stop.

"Rush to the crown!"

The black hair of the young man in yellow was like a waterfall, rolling like a rolling torrent, and there was a wave of anger exuding from his body, which made the clothes hunt and hunt sound, like the roar of thunder shaking the heavens and the earth.

"Angry!"

"Shen Ming!"

"Throw your sword!"

I don't know when, the hands of the young man in yellow stopped, and he raised his head slightly and looked into the distance, with a sense of grief and indignation in his heart.

He saw that piece of demon blood, the demon blood was brilliant red, and the demon was dripping.

At this moment, although he closed his eyes, he shed two tears. Tears flowed across his face, swept down, passed through layers of clouds and mist, and turned into two lakes of life under those nine heavens.

When he cleared his tears, his right hand flicked hard, and the strings suddenly vibrated and let out a wail......

"Thunder King, one day, I-this will kill you!"

The young man in yellow said coldly, although he had the ability to break the eternal curse, and even kill the existence behind the thunderbolt, he couldn't do it.

for his whereabouts cannot be discovered, and if he is discovered, he will die. This sacred stone island will also be destroyed......

Even if the Great Wilderness World is destroyed, this Sacred Stone Island cannot be destroyed.

What it carries is hope.

Therefore, he can only watch a personal masterpiece fall and die in front of his eyes, although he is full of anger and unwillingness.

For millions of years, he had seen too much, but he couldn't make a move.

That piece of blood stained by blood, bright red and unparalleled!

Look at the smoke and waves of the ages, and listen to the people sing softly......

A drop of bitter wine is a history book, and a drop of blood is a monument......

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Demonic blood stains the sky!

The piece of sky in the depths of the sky was already blood-red, turning into a sea of blood. The demonic blood is bright red and demonic, full of terrifying killing intentions, biting like maggots attached to the toes.

The sky shook with rage, trembling again and again, and let out a roar that no one else could hear. The terrifying thunderbolt continued to slash through the sea of blood, flashing with dazzling white light, intending to split the demonic blood.

But the demon's blood turned into a curse, and vowed to dye the sky and make it a blood-red color!

Above the sky, in the layers of shattered space, a headless giant corpse of more than fifty zhang was standing quietly, holding a giant axe that opened the sky in his hand. His arms were bulging and constantly throbbing, like a hideous and terrifying snake, and the joints on his fingers creaked like bursts of thunder.

Once the eighth demon of the world, he finally died, and he stained the sky with demon blood and broke the curse of eternity.

"Ahhh......hh

The ninth god will look up to the sky and roar wildly, roaring like thunder, and a monstrous murderous aura bursts out from his body. The layers of space, under this monstrous murderous aura, shattered one after another, and continued to collapse.

The power is earth-shattering.

Heaven does not give birth to the eighth, and there are no ten products in eternity!

At this time, the demonic energy in the sky slowly dissipated, and the terrifying thunder and lightning were nowhere to be found, and only the ninth god would come out of the shattered space. The blood flowing from the broken neck turned into bewitching and bright red magic flowers in the air, and sprinkled all the way.

The ninth god will sacrifice his own blood to the eighth demon.

"The Eighth Demon has sprinkled the sky with his own blood, and has won a hope for your future, cherish it, and work hard......"

The ninth god strode the meteor into the air, and also strode the meteor away, and every time he fell, he shattered a piece of space, leaving only a calm and faint voice.

The voice carries the emotion of the loss of life, and also contains a trace of helplessness for the future.

"This is a world of great controversy, but also a world of great chaos, and soon the great war will ......"

The ten-grade golden pill ended, and finally stained the sky with the eighth demon blood of the Heavenly Emperor Mountain Ancestor, breaking the curse of eternity......

At this time, the Heavenly Emperor Mountain was already kneeling.

"Ahhhhh......h

This is a cry with anger and unwillingness, a person who cries extremely sadly, and this person is in the middle of the way.

He is the fourteenth master.

The crow on the top of the pavilion had already flown down, and at this time, he was looking strangely at the fourteenth master who was crying inexplicably, and he couldn't help but grunt in his heart: Why is this guy crying more sadly than his dead father? This thing is definitely strange......

And in the sky, Yan Qing was walking down step by step, although the curse was broken, he was saved. But he was not happy at all, but there was an inexplicable sadness in his heart, and there were faint tears in the corners of his eyes.

The Old Ancestor is dead, and the Eighth Demon Ancestor is dead......

Wrath?

Unwilling?

Or is it fear?

Yan Qing's heart was not a taste, it was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, walking down on the plum blossom mountain step by step, sitting down quietly, looking up at the sky slightly. In the sky, I faintly saw a patch of red, which was the blood of the ancestor......

Demonic blood stains the sky!

Heaven does not give birth to the eighth, and there are no ten products in eternity!

He was the first person to receive the favor of his ancestors, and there will be many people like him in the future......

The four Great Elders, Punishment, Commanding Soldiers, Law Enforcement, and Passing on Merit, looked up at the sky for a long time, and finally turned into a long sigh, dragging their exhausted and severely injured bodies into the Heavenly Emperor Mountain, announcing a retreat......

At this time, Tiandi Mountain fell into a strange silence and depression, as if a big stone was blocked in everyone's heart.

Snowflakes are floating, snowflakes are floating, and there are no people in sight of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains;

Blood flowers float, blood flowers float, thousands of miles of blue sky and blood stain the sky......

Yan Qing closed her eyes, sat quietly cross-legged, and soon turned into an ice sculpture.

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