It was pitch black, black and pressing, and a black wave rose on the earth, rising from the dirt, rolling and rolling into the sky, a trace of blood permeating it, adding a bit of weirdness and demonyness.

The black waves rose suddenly, without the slightest warning, with the momentum of crushing everything and destroying everything, drifting towards the black clouds three feet above the ground.

The black clouds squirmed slowly, and those who came did not refuse, swept the area under the cover, and devoured the demonic energy that swept the surrounding radiation range. The Six Soul Banners have only simple spirituality, and they are blind to the waves that are approaching from afar.

The blood balls followed closely behind the black waves, shuttling through the earth, drumming a striped road on the ground, jumping up suddenly in the process, jumping up suddenly, jumping over the dragon gate, breathing the fresh air on the earth, and falling back to the ground heavily, smashing out shallow holes, or drilling into the ground, or rolling on the ground, and some blood balls were half exposed on the ground, half buried in the soil, splitting the earth, cutting through the soil, and outlining a ravine on the face of the earth.

As it went, the outer periphery of the snowball scattered, and a trace of blood-colored silk lines separated, merging into the black waves. The black waves are more eerie in color, more vigorous, and the speed of progress increases again and again.

Without waiting for the slowly wriggling black clouds to swallow up an area again, the waves in front had already hit the black clouds, and behind them, the undulating black waves surged in waves, slapping fiercely on the black clouds.

The viscous black clouds trembled, and the waves rose and fell, colliding with the waves that came from them.

An impact, a viscous black cloud was swallowed up, the edge area was exploited fiercely, obviously shrunk, the six soul flags in the rear trembled violently, and a more powerful black cloud spit out from it, joining the confrontation sequence.

After the impact, the surging waves covered the black clouds, and the waves pressed on them, covering layer by layer, and the black clouds three feet above the ground continued to decrease in height, and the bodies that tried to resist were crooked, twisted and twisted.

If the cow does not drink water and presses its head, it will inevitably be a strong struggle in exchange.

The black cloud resisted with all its might, and the powerful devouring ability acted on the demonic waves attached to it, absorbing layer by layer, and the demonic qi was quickly decomposed and converted into a unified nature with the black cloud, and the blood contained inside was exposed to the outside, directly in contact with the black cloud.

Strong suction swallowing, bloodshot milk swallow homecoming, the back wave is lined up on the front wave, the front wave dies on the black cloud, layer by layer, wave by wave, the bloodshot gradually detached, far away under the suction of the black cloud, accelerated under the black cloud, automatically integrated into the black cloud.

A trace of blood red pervaded, the ink in the clear water was like ink, and with the surging waves, more blood streaks were added, and after a while, the black viscous cloud turned into a red cloud, and the color increased and deepened.

At the moment when the waves came into contact with the black clouds, Wen Chuanting had already woken up, his brows tightly twisted together, "It finally appeared, I still can't bear it!

Whispering softly, a cold snort, will be asked to pass on the mood at this time.

The sky was covered with blood, the waves changed color, the blood was red, the black clouds changed into new clothes, bright red and bright red, and in the blink of an eye, a trace of purple had been bred.

The black clouds connect the six soul flags, and the moment they change clothes, they have passed the bright colors, going deep into the space of the six soul flags, wandering between the particles of the material, the black flags are replaced by red, and the carbon-like flags are turned into bright red, and the yang carving patterns are really formed, and the blood vessels flowing inside are red.

In the space of the Six Soul Banners, between the diffuse blood and qi, in the middle position, a piece of blood suddenly appeared, and thousands of blood filaments swarmed into it, providing nutrients for it, and the blood balls rotated, constantly increasing, and seemed to blow.

Drops of water are poured on candles, the flames are extinguished, and a basin of water poured on a raging fire not only does not extinguish the flames, but only fuels its might.

The swarming waves, the black oppressive demonic qi, with the black clouds as the connecting channel, reached the space of the six soul flags, broke through strongly, and the ten-layer formation was useless, and it did not play any role. The demonic qi poured on the blood cell, and the black spread, and more blood and demonic qi poured in from the outside world, and was swallowed by the blood ball in the center.

The round blood cells twist and stretch, the lower end is bifurcated, evolving into a pair of legs and feet, the upper end sticks out of the branches, twisting and stretching into a pair of arms, the top is forced to squeeze out a head, two sharp horns tower, the tip of the horn outward, slightly curved.

The blood-colored figure was as thin as paper, and it seemed that a gust of wind could blow it away.

The figure was formed, the thin arm was bent, the slender bright red fingers were pinched into the shape of a lotus, the blood mist and demonic energy in the outside world were restless, abandoning the passage of the black cloud, rushing straight towards the banner face, rushing up, and squeezing into the space of the six soul flags.

The blood mist and demonic qi that squeezed in in an instant, if absorbed by the Six Soul Banners, would condense into substantial energy crystals, but they were absorbed by the thin blood-colored figure, and only their bodies were fuller.

"Humph!"

A dissatisfied voice squeezed out of his nostrils, it was just a moment of contemplation, a few thoughts turned in his mind, and the swarming bloodshot and demonic qi had already condensed into a figure in the space of the Six Soul Banners, which made Wen Chuanting not annoyed.

The arm trembled, frantically urging the six soul flags, and the ten-layer formation operated until the end, intercepting and absorbing the surging blood, demonic energy, and enslaving and controlling the soul formation also released ripples, condensed into runes in the air, and densely imprinted towards the figure standing in the space.

The fingers changed and shuttled, flicking one by one, and the blood and demonic qi in the space swam and intertwined, and as the fingers flicked, they collided with the surging runes.

Silently, one by one the runes dissipated, none of them were imprinted on the figure, and the formation that had been running to the end intercepted part of it, and more blood and demonic energy broke through the shackles of the formation and rushed into the figure.

The figure is solid, the casual gaze swept with deep contempt, space is not a distance, the six soul flags cannot play a blocking role, the two eyes fell on Wen Chuanting, the whole body from the inside out, and was swept clearly by this gaze without a trace.

Wen Chuan was quite embarrassed, his eyes glared angrily, his eyebrows were faintly cracked, and his soul power was almost condensed into substance, and he rushed towards the figure with his gaze.

The six soul flags could not play a blocking role, the suppression was useless, the soul power collided with the gaze, Wen Chuanting's head was hit hard and leaned back, a blood line flowed out of the corner of the mouth, and the figure was even more unbearable, while the upper half of the body leaned back, the footsteps pedaled back and walked, only then did he stabilize his figure, and his casual gaze brought a trace of seriousness, and his contemptuous expression was replaced by annoyance.

"You're damned!"

The low voice was transmitted with annoyance, and the slender and thin fingers pinched into the shape of a lotus flower were even harder, and the fingers moved slightly, moving slightly and changing into another lotus form, the demonic qi and blood surging more quickly, and the waves outside were more rapid.

The footsteps were lightly raised, the figure changed virtually, and when it reappeared, it was already standing firmly outside the six soul flags, and the other arm hanging on his side stretched out, clenching into a fist at the surging waves, and five small whirlpools suddenly formed, and in an instant turned into five arms that were also clenched into fists.

"Humph!"

Wen Chuanting's eyes were on fire, Zhenyuan surged, his thoughts were like knives, and a panicked sword qi formed, slashing at the five fists that came from the hammer.

The resonance of gold and iron, the sword qi formed by the combination of thoughts and true elements, and the fists twisted into demonic qi and blood, are all real as substance, and sparks burst out from the impact.

The figure's gaze swept over, his face was a little solemn, his fingers moved again, and a stream of demonic energy popped out from his fingers, turning into arrows and stabbing at Wen Chuanting.

A sword qi appeared in front of him, ethereal as smoke, appearing and disappearing, turning into a light wheel, connecting the dots against the arrows, and in the crisp sound, the arrows were shattered, reduced to demonic energy, and the sword light swam, all encircled in the light wheel.

As if he was dissatisfied with the arrow turned into demonic energy, the head of the figure shook slightly, the two nostrils instantly widened by a point, and a dissatisfied voice was squeezed out of it, his eyes wandered, and he saw that the bloodshot and demonic energy on the ground and in mid-air were almost absorbed, and he scattered the lotus fingerprints, slapped his hands together, and slowly pulled them apart, and the remaining demonic qi and bloodshot surged between his hands, and a large knife completely condensed by bloodshot and demonic qi was clearly presented.

"How is this trick?!"

Wen Chuanting couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, he had seen this move of Old Man Hong before, and the same move appeared, if he didn't know a lot about Old Man Hong, he couldn't help but doubt the relationship between the two.