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The waves are surging, and the blood waves are bursting out.

Between the rolling waves, it rose from under Xiang Yu's feet, turned into a shadow in the void, and turned into a torrent.

In an instant, it spread and swept through the entire mountain forest.

This river of blood is transformed, and the torrent flows in ten thousand ways, as if it has spirituality.

Void diversion, ten thousand torrents, ten thousand blood shadows.

Every stream of blood... will rise in the wind at the moment when the blood shadow is condensed.

After the blood shadow solidified, the blood-colored torrent, no more, no less, just rose to a length of several zhang.

The roar suddenly started, and the blood flowed, facing all directions, the mountains and tigers invaded.

The blood is agitated, and the brilliance is moving.

In the blink of an eye, the bodies of one tiger beast after another were drowned.

"Roar..."

The next moment, in the forest of the tiger, the tiger roared again.

It's just that compared to before, the roar at this time was chaotic, light and weak, and when you listen carefully, it seems to be a little sad.

It's not so much a tiger's roar as a mournful roar.

The roar of the tiger is often not over, and it is only half-heavy, and then it is frightened and uneasy, hesitant and complaining, and it stops abruptly, and can no longer be released.

However, although it seems miserable, in comparison, such an ending... Maybe... Not bad.

For most of the tigers in this mountainous area, it is not said that they are in front of the public, and let out the last half of their own light roar in this life.

In fact, before they even had time to lift their tiger heads, they were wrapped in the flash of blood-colored torrents, and quietly buried in the moving blood-colored brilliance.

A few breaths ago, in the tiger forest, there were still mountains and tigers, spreading into a tide.

After a few breaths, when I raised my eyes again, the scene I saw was empty.

As far as the naked eye could see, it was not said that he had seen a group of red and black tiger beasts in pairs as before.

If you look closely, between the dirt and grass, even... Not even a single trace of tiger hair was left.

The tiger beast is nowhere to be found, and the corpses are nowhere to be seen.

In an instant, there was silence, the wind blew the leaves, and the forest moved.

This kind of quiet sound makes people suddenly dream.

It's as if everything just now was just a big dream that never happened.

From beginning to end, from beginning to end, it is all false.

It's just that... Is that really the case?!

If that's the case, it's easy to accept.

But the facts told Chen Yan that everything is by no means so simple.

Just because of this, looking up, the mountains are all over the wilderness, except for the figure of the tiger beast that has completely disappeared.

Everything around them, even the mountains, forests, and trees that had been leveled by tigers and beasts, had not changed their appearance at all, and they were still as messy as before.

That alone is enough proof that they have been here.

It's just that the comparison between the two makes all this even more pitiful.

When it comes, it is earth-shattering, and when it goes, it is silent.

The change of one thought, although it is two results, is both... In spite of oneself.

It's really the life of ants, never... A life-and-death dilemma.

Life is involuntary, death is also... I can't help myself.

......

With a wave of his hand, millions of tigers vanished.

In an instant, rivers of blood swept across the battlefield and turned the situation upside down.

"This ......"

This kind of power finally made Jiang Baizhi understand that the young man in front of him... Today's strength is by no means as simple as she imagined.

At least she was sure that even if it was above the pregnant spirit, the concentrating realm would never be as light as this blood-clothed god,... With a wave of his hand, he can take the lives of millions of tiger beasts.

.........

Above the void, thousands of torrents converged from all directions, and between breaths, they turned into a thousand zhang blood river again.

It's just that, compared to before, now this thousand zhang blood river... The river is wider and the blood is thicker.

Turbulent, flying down, around the void, across the sky, through the daylight, like a red pillar of light, dyed the sky red, reflected the earth.

If you look closely, even the deep part of the blood river under the waves is dyed bloody.

"Brush..."

The sound of the surging waves came, and Chen Yan looked up, only to see that the blood river was no longer as empty as before.

The waves are rolling, the blood is agitated, and between the eyes, it can be seen that between the blood waves, there are white bones floating.

The river of blood is agitated, and the waves of blood are churning.

Originally, although this kind of scene looked terrifying, for Chen Yan, it could only be regarded as shocking at best.

When you look at it carefully, it doesn't feel very special.

But at this moment, with this white bone floating, this river of blood seems to suddenly have a soul.

The feeling for him has also become completely different.

Solemnity, dead silence, grief, fear... Countless negative emotions, accompanied by a smell of blood that is so thick that it is almost suffocating... In this situation, even Chen Yan, one of the leaders, couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

"With a wave of your hand, millions of dry bones, so powerful, it's just... Is the power of the Occult Realm?!"

A thought flashed, and a sadness inexplicably surged in Chen Yan's heart.

In Chen Yan's previous life, he was a martial saint in the Immortal Martial World.

The so-called Great World is the most directly subordinate realm of a Great World, and although it exists independently, it should be regarded as a part of the Great World to a certain extent.

And this so-called Martial Saint is the name of a realm in the martial arts cultivation system that is spread locally in the Xianwu World.

"Martial Saint" and "Sacred Realm", although these two are both called cultivation realms, and both have the word "saint" in their names, but the two refer to them are very different and completely incompatible.

Martial Dao Martial Saints refer to those who have cultivated martial arts, have reached transcendent sainthood, and martial arts cultivation can be called the pinnacle of a realm.

The world is honorific, so it is called holy.

However, the seventh holy realm of the Nine Realms of the Mandate of Heaven refers to those who have been freed from the restrictions of one realm and have attained the unity of all worlds, and to a certain extent, have transcended the mundane and truly claimed the holy power of the ten thousand realms.

As the son of Advent, Chen Yan naturally knew that there were three thousand worlds in this world, thousands of gods and demons, and there was also a way to the heavens, and it was necessary to go through the nine folds of the mandate of heaven.

However, in the past, Chen Yan, with his martial saint cultivation, crowned all the sons of advent.

At the same time, it is even more unparalleled, known as the world of immortal martial arts, a rare young genius in a thousand years.

All these encounters made Chen Yan feel that the gods and demons were just vain, and the power of the martial saint was enough to make him dominate the world.

This thought until the end of a previous life... For the first time, he saw the world of immortal martial arts, the power of martial arts immortals.

was forced into a corner, self-detonated blood, and died after the reincarnation, before it was shattered.

However, even after this incident, Chen Yan only felt that he was unlucky, and he was only one step away from the highest combat power.

As for the power of gods and demons, the three thousand worlds can only be regarded as legends, and they are still far away from themselves.

Now that he has seen the scene in front of him, Chen Yanfang realized how ridiculous his old thoughts were.

Xiang Yu waved his hand and destroyed millions of tiger beasts.

If it is yourself, if the body of a martial saint in the previous life wants to solve this mountain and wilderness, millions of tiger beasts, it is not impossible, but it is not easy.

It is far impossible to be like Xiang Yu at this time, so breezy and calm.

But even so, Chen Yan still knows one thing, that is, Xiang Yu in front of him, actually... It's not really a metaphysical realm.

"The realm is not the real realm... Strength is the Xuan Realm..."

Chen Yan really remembered that according to the previous character information, although Xiang Yu had the strength of the Xuan Realm, when it came to the real realm... But it's only the second realm.

Although I don't know what happened to Xiang Yu, he was able to exert his strength three realms higher than his own realm.

However, Xiang Yu at this moment is indeed not a real Xuan Realm.

It's just that if Xiang Yu has such a power at this time, it can be imagined how powerful the real Xuan Realm is!!

If it is converted to the immortal martial world, it must be a legendary martial arts immortal.

But even so, among the Nine Realms of the Mandate of Heaven, the so-called Xuan Realm is only the fifth realm.

Thinking about it today, his former martial saint cultivation is indeed the pinnacle of the world, the saint among the mortals.

However, if you look at the heavens and all the worlds, if you calculate it carefully, I am afraid that this is also the situation now.

Just like these million tiger beasts, they seem to be very strong, but in Xiang Yu's hands, they can be wiped out.

Chen Yan believed that even if he was the so-called Son of Advent, in the eyes of those heavenly powers, he was only one of the millions of tiger beasts today.

Not too far away, but disdainful.

Although you are too lazy to do it, if you are intentional, with a wave of your hand, you can turn into a pile of dry bones.

"Ants..."

These two words reminded Chen Yan of all kinds of encounters in his previous life.

I remembered the cause of my own death and reincarnation.

"I don't know if in this life, I, an ant, can reach the sky..."

"If one day, if I have the power to reach the heavens, then I will definitely return the enmity of the previous life..."

It stands to reason that as a descending child, after reincarnation, the grievances of this past life should no longer involve this life.

But this reincarnation is too weird for Chen Yan.

Before passing through the temple of reincarnation, you have been reincarnated.

After reincarnation, he luckily retained a memory of his previous life, and looking back, the personal system, with the upgrade of the main system, fell into a deep sleep, and until now, he has not woken up.

The world of the era, although it is only an illusory world, is not lacking in reality.

What others think, Chen Yan doesn't know.

But at least for him, the grace of nurturing and nurturing in his previous life, and the love of teaching martial arts and preaching, are all real.

The enmity of family and apprentices, blood relatives and friends, if you really forget, you naturally have no choice but to go with the flow.

But since you are lucky enough to lose your memory, how dare you forget it.

If the memory is not lost, then this blood feud, sooner or later, Chen Yan will revenge.