Woowoo......

Woowoo......

Woowoo......

A moment later, a loud sound sounded in the sky, loud, desolate, and ancient, like the sound of trumpets on the battlefield in ancient times, which made people cry.

In the entire Blood Moon Continent, everyone heard this voice, and they all looked up at the sky one by one, with endless desolation circulating in their hearts, and their eyes were full of tears.

The martial saint has fallen, and heaven and earth are sad!

The fall of every Martial Saint-level powerhouse will give birth to such a vision between heaven and earth.

This kind of sad emotion is shrouded in heaven and earth, unless it is a strong person at the level of a martial saint, otherwise, everyone will be affected, and their hearts will be sad and shed tears.

At this time, although it was daytime, the huge blood moon had already appeared in the sky, the red demon Ye, the red terrifying.

And with the appearance of the Blood Moon, all the places on the Blood Moon Continent, in an instant, raindrops the size of beans fell.

The blood-red raindrops, like the blood and tears of the sky, fell with thunderbolts, endlessly.

In every corner of the continent, countless figures looked up at the sky, and they were so shocked by such a spectacle that they couldn't even speak.

Such a scene, although it is not once in a hundred years, is quite rare.

The last time heaven and earth were in the same sorrow and blood rain fell, it was a few decades ago, when the Extreme Fire Sect overthrew the Roushui Sect, and the martial saint-level powerhouse of the Roushui Sect fell.

"Blood rains from the sky! Demons will be born! ”

"Blood rain is raining in the sky, the world is in chaos, hurry home!"

"Bloody rain from the sky......"

In all corners of the Blood Moon Continent, where there are monks, there are thousands of empty alleys, and every door is closed, and many people are crying and shouting, reminding loudly.

It rained blood for three whole days.

And in these three days, the yin energy between heaven and earth will be extremely strong, and there will be countless negative emotions erupting, monsters will frantically fight each other, attack the city, humans, may also be emotionally disturbed, thirsty to kill and irritable.

……

And in this rain of blood, Fang Wuji laughed, with a hint of indescribable happiness in his laughter.

That bit of red dust karmic fire is the biggest killer weapon in his hands.

As soon as it was used, it immediately fell to Wan Changsheng.

To be honest, if it weren't for Wan Changsheng taking out this drop of Eternal Spiritual Spring, Fang Wuji would really be reluctant to use it.

In order to condense this red dust karmic fire, he paid endless suffering, and even almost died before he was able to condense and form.

As the martial saint of the Extreme Fire Sect, he has countless followers, receiving incense day and night, and accepting the beliefs and prayers of believers.

However, these beliefs of prayer are not a good thing for the Martial Saints, they only need the purest power of faith, and they do not need the believers to ask of them.

In fact, every time he received the power of faith, the Martial Saint had to spend a lot of effort to purify it.

And Fang Wuji has a unique way.

Ever since he became holy, he has had a crazy thought, absorbing the power of unrefined incense directly into his body, sticking to his heart with crape myrtle sparks, and letting these beliefs defile his soul.

He retreated at the bottom of a volcano deep underground, and every day, he endured unparalleled suffering.

Feel the pain of every believer, even as if you were experiencing it yourself.

For decades, day and night, there has never been a moment of ease, if it weren't for the Ziwei Xinghuo Guardian Heart, he would have been unable to support it a long time ago.

And decades later, his patience and hardship have paid off.

That trace of red dust karmic fire is the convergence of the miscellaneous thoughts of countless believers, which contains all kinds of emotions, ten thousand kinds of life pain, even if it is a martial saint-level powerhouse, it can't bear it at all.

Even, for Fang Wuji, it was a cancer.

And now, releasing this cancer, while receiving great results, his whole body is also extremely relaxed.

In the midst of this rain of blood, Fang Wuji laughed loudly, found the three elders, grabbed them casually, and rushed towards the headquarters of the Extreme Fire Sect.

This big battle, for him, can be said to be a rich harvest.

Not only was the shackles on his body removed, but he also got a drop of eternal spiritual spring, and of course, the most important point, that is, the blue flame and cold flame.

As a cultivation madman, an even more crazy thought popped up in Fang Wuji's mind.

Fusion Flame Cold!

His own Ziwei Xinghuo is a pure yang attribute, and this blue flame is a supreme yin attribute, and the combination of yin and yang is undoubtedly a devastating explosion, but if it can be successfully fused, then from now on, it will be absolutely invincible.

Blood Moon Continent, no more invincible!

Crossing the catastrophe and ascending, only in a thought.

……

The Seven Killing Ancestor was flying away, and after running for nearly a thousand miles, he stopped in a barren valley.

It was still raining blood in midair.

At this point, he was a little embarrassed.

First, it took a lot of effort to escape desperately just now, and second, it was the blood ball in Bai Gu's hand.

Ever since the rain of blood began to fall from the sky, the strength of this blood ball has been restless and powerful in an extremely strange posture.

The reason for the blood rain falling from the sky, he knew very well, naturally it was because Wan Changsheng had fallen, but he couldn't understand why such a change had occurred in the blood cells.

But in any case, this blood cell must be suppressed.

Divine thought sensed and found that Fang Wuji had not caught up, and the Seven Killing Ancestor breathed a long sigh of relief.

The ranking of the Martial Saint is about to change.

He sighed in his heart.

I couldn't have imagined that Fang Wuji could actually have the fire of the demons in his heart!

This kind of flame is definitely an existence that can make the monk talk about it, even if it is a martial saint powerhouse, it is no exception, but he dares to use his body to nurture the fire of the demons.

Such a thing has never happened in the history of the Blood Moon Continent.

Rao is a seven-killing heart, and he can't help but admire it a little.

Fang Wuji, it's too ruthless!

Not only to the enemy, but also to yourself.

The method of smelting the fire of the heart and demons, all the powerhouses of the martial saint level, everyone knows that it is nothing more than relying on the impurities in the power of incense, but no one really does it.

The slightest carelessness is a dead end.

And the reason why Seven Kills fled in the wilderness, and he couldn't even raise the courage to fight, was because of his own martial arts attributes.

Cultivating the Dao of Killing, his hands were stained with countless blood, and once he was contaminated with the fire of the demons in his heart, the end would only be more miserable than Wan Changsheng.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

All kinds of thoughts came to the mind of the Seven Killing Martial Saints, and at this moment, the blood ball became even more violently restless, like a fierce beast trapped in a cage, slamming into the big white bone hand.

With each impact, its energy not only did not weaken, but it became strong and fast at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Seven Killing Martial Saint's face was solemn.

When blood rains fall from the sky, demons will be born, he knows this sentence very well.

For example, a few decades ago, when the Martial Saint powerhouse of the Roushui Sect fell, there was a rabbit in heaven and earth, and wonderful changes occurred.

That weak rabbit, in an extreme time, turned into a blood rabbit that could devour everything, slaughtering countless villages, cities, and finally under the leadership of several martial saints, thousands of strong people joined forces to suppress it, and it was completely killed.

Could it be that this time the blood rain fell from the sky, and the demon was this blood ball?

There was confusion in the eyes of the Seven Killing Martial Saints.

It's not impossible.

In the past few hours of imprisonment, he also faintly felt the strangeness of this blood ball.

The energy is extremely restrained, and there is a huge breath of life in it, but at the same time, there is also a breath of death and coldness, although it is far inferior to the Martial Saint, but to kill a Jindan Realm monk is like killing a chicken.

Snow Mountain Goddess......

What exactly did you do?

There was a mist in the eyes of the Seven Kills.

After all, he didn't have as much insight as Su Han, and he hadn't even heard of Ning Hongluan's cultivation of magic skills.

Leave him alone, suppress!

Even if it is really a demon against the sky, it must be suppressed fiercely!

There was a hint of determination in his eyes, and a blood-colored light appeared in the hands of the Seven Killing Martial Saints, forming layer after layer of tight seals, completely sealing this blood ball in the hands of the white bones.

And after doing all this, he clearly felt that the strength of the blood cells was still increasing rapidly.

Even, faintly devouring his own energy.

The Seven Killing Ancestors were stunned.

This...... What the hell is this thing?

The goddess of the snowy mountains?

Plough comb?

Blood wolf?

One thought after another circulated in his mind, and the Seven Killing Ancestors were in a dilemma.

Continue to seal and suppress, and the energy will be devoured.

And if you ignore it and let the strength of this blood cell increase, after a while, you will definitely not be able to control it.

The Seven Killing Ancestor originally thought that after he grabbed this blood ball, he could easily refine it, but now, it has become a hot potato.

What to do?

Gritting his teeth, his body soared into the air.

Go back to Sin City first, go to your base camp, and see if you can continue to suppress it with the killing thoughts of countless incense believers.

……

At this time, Su Han also saw the blood rain falling from the sky.

Tied up by Linglong, dragged away, flying in mid-air, drops of blood-colored rain fell on his body, Su Han only felt sadness from his heart, and tears couldn't stop falling.

Su Han felt that there was an indescribable sourness in his heart, obviously he was not sad at all, but this kind of emotion existed.

There seems to be a big hand in heaven and earth that can control everything, and it is easy to control one's mind.

Such a strength made Su Han feel extremely shocked.

And at this moment, Su Han felt that the small tripod in his body, as well as the ploughing comb in his heart, emitted a strange energy at the same time, like some kind of barrier, which immediately blocked out the influence of that kind of heaven and earth breath.

When I looked up, I saw that Linglong, who was sitting on the lotus, was also full of tears, and she couldn't wipe it off.

"The Martial Saint Has Fallen...... Martial Saint Fall......"

Linglong muttered to herself, like a panicked child, looking completely unsure of what to do.

"Hey, let me go." Su Han shouted.

Linglong subconsciously threw off the rope and hesitated for a moment, "What do you want to do?" ”

"I want to pee." Su Han shouted loudly.

Linglong froze.

I never thought that in such an atmosphere and in such an environment, Su Han would be able to come up with such a sentence.

She subconsciously wanted to sneer, but her mouth moved a few times, but she couldn't laugh, and her laughter was more ugly than crying.

"Hurry up!"

Linglong's eyes hesitated, "No, I have to go home first before I can let you go!" ”

After Su Han's interruption, the sorrow in her eyes also eased slightly, drove the magic weapon, turned into a streamer, and continued to rush in the established direction.