If the ruthless burial moon, with the blessing of blood, is to compete with the overlord of the world, then Ye Qing, who is protected by the beauty fairy clothes and holds the green lotus, is the spirit of heaven and earth between the ethereal.

Ren ruthlessly buried the moon constantly urging the blood to not stain, and the blood-colored sword light destroyed the surrounding scenery, and the earth collapsed and cracked. But the incomparable sword light hit Ye Qing's body, all like mud cows entering the sea, only stirring up bursts of clear light.

When the old power of the ruthless burial moon was exhausted and the new power was not born, Ye Qing's index finger and middle finger of his right hand were combined into a sword, and the clear light appeared, and the tip of the blood-stained sword made the ruthless burial moon keep retreating.

When the ruthless burial moon finally stabilized his footing, and raised his head suspiciously to ask why, he only saw a pair of eyes that exuded infinite divine light, and only heard Ye Qing spit out a sentence in his ears, "Change the heavens and the earth, reincarnation!" ”

Ye Qing's eyes were like an endless spiral, instantly pulling the ruthless burial moon into the illusion.

Immediately, a burst of red light erupted from the bloodless stain, enveloping Ye Qing and the ruthless burial moon.

Using blood stainlessness as a bridge, Ye Qing's great method of changing the sky and striking the earth pulled the two into the illusion of ruthless burial of the moon.

But after Ye Qing stepped into the illusion realm, he left a spiritual distraction, and the body was looking for it in the spiritual world of the ruthless burial moon.

Along the way, Ye Qing witnessed every moment of the growth of the ruthless burial moon, birth, growing up, entering the Xiuzhen Academy, the fear of hiding during the tragedy of the Xiuzhen Temple, and the beautiful youth of the four of them.

Finally, in the picture where the ruthless burial moon decided to draw blood into the body without staining the evil qi, Ye Qing felt abnormal.

"Found you, Yu Ji."

The real target of this trip is the soul of Yu Ji hidden in the blood.

As early as the last meeting with Mo Cangli, Ye Qing and Mo Cangli had made a plan that seemed almost impossible to succeed and was very naïve.

In order to realize this plan, Ye Qingcai took over the mess of the Shura Kingdom.

Otherwise, find a place to brush up on your experience, push the Heavenly Treasure Jian to the realm of the Blood Firmament or the Xuan Universe, and wait until the death of the Missing Boat and the Yuan Evil Emperor, who is his opponent in the entire Nine Realms Ye Qing?

But unfortunately, after talking to Mo Cangli, Ye Qing's ordinary heart beat unwillingly, and he didn't take this seemingly promising "Gou" route.

Thinking back to the night when he talked to Mo Cangli again, Ye Qing smiled, stretched out his hand and wanted to push open the door representing Yu Ji's soul in the spiritual world.

Without waiting for Ye Qing to exert his strength, a suction force came from his hands, and he almost couldn't wait to suck Ye Qing into the door.

From this, Ye Qing could feel a deep malice and resentment.

Ha~

With a chuckle, Ye Qing didn't resist, and threw himself into the door with this suction.

Instantaneously, without waiting for Ye Qing to react.

From all directions, front and back, left and right, a boundless sea of blood that covered the sky and the sun poured towards Ye Qing.

In the sea of blood, most of the hideous faces that were indistinct roared silently towards Ye Qing.

Resentment, hatred, killing intent, and suffocating evil thoughts all came together, wanting to drown Ye Qing in it.

Sure enough, I still have to fight before I can sit down and talk.

Not surprised by this treatment, Ye Qing's heart moved, and he gently exhaled a cold breath.

There was not the slightest smoke and fire, and at the moment when Ye Qing exhaled, the layers of cold ice that he stepped on spread from in front of Ye Qing's body, and in the blink of an eye, it spread to the sea of blood.

Bang bang

A sound of freezing rang out, and the boundless sea of blood was completely frozen in the blink of an eye.

Ye Qing, who was originally surrounded by a sea of blood, was now like being in the deepest canyon in the world, front and back, left and right, and under his feet, all of them were mountains made of ice.

In the mountains, you can vaguely see that there is still a sea of blood that has not yet frozen, surging continuously, trying to break through the barrier of ice.

An angry snort came.

The whole mountain began to tremble, and the sea of blood rose higher and higher, but it could not break out of the freezing ice.

Ye Qing raised his left foot and stomped heavily, and there was soil and stones in the iceberg that began to grow, and a towering mountain range grew out of thin air in a few breaths, and the iceberg that was originally shaken was firmly suppressed.

Seeing this, the speaker appeared directly.

"The millennium has not been completed, all promises are ghosts, and the remnants of the army are defeated and the heavens are dead. The sword is ruthless, the blood god is domineering, and the death is not wasted in the world. ”

It is the remnant soul of the blood god sealed in the blood stain.

Good Blood God –

Dressed in mottled armor, his blood is hidden.

The forehead is equipped with a blood jade headdress, and the heroic spirit is compelling.

Tiger head and shoulders swallow, Guangyun sleeves.

Iron armor battle skirt, cloud climbing boots.

The temples are long like pheasants' tails, and the eyes are like phoenix eyes.

It's a good look.

"It's a pity, it's similar but not like God, you're not an overlord."

When the blood god heard what Ye Qing said, his anger rose to the sky, and the entire spiritual world was trembling and wailing, and it was possible to collapse at any time.

You say I'm not him?

How dare you say I'm not him?

How can I not be an overlord!

With a long roar, the blood god flipped his hand, and the blood light converged, and the bloodstained blood, which was somewhat similar to the blood stain, was constantly clenched in his hand. Immediately, the swing of the sword was a volley of boundless blood arrows.

Ye Qing did the same, and with a backhand grip, the remnant sun cried blood immediately appeared in his palm. With the same wave of the sword in his hand, the blazing sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and it was exactly the same as the blood arrow.

Seeing this, the blood god threw his sword, and the blood stained endlessly flew out of thin air, and between the blazing blood light, the tsunami-like sword qi continued to slash out towards Ye Qing, "The blood dragon Zhang Yi is whirling!" ”

With the same move, the ruthless burial of the moon came, Ye Qing could break it with his backhand, and he could easily deduce the immortal dance sword duel that was against him.

But in the spiritual world, the heart and mind are moving, and the form is moving.

Ye Qing's heart moved, and he said softly: "The ancient sages are all lonely, and only the drinker leaves his name. ”

The sound has not fallen, the sword has been released, unpredictable, vast as smoke, the sword qi is swishing, and the sword is missing.

Then, Ye Qing and the Blood God glanced at each other, and they both held their swords against each other.

As soon as they fought, both of them were shocked, and the collision in the spiritual world was not only a confrontation of spirit and consciousness.

It is also a collision of beliefs and memories.

Ye Qing has the great law of changing the heavens and the earth, and he will move the other party's memory through the ditch to pull the two into the environment together.

The Blood God also has a way of controlling others through the flesh.

Therefore, as the blades intersected again and again, Ye Qing and the Blood God both got a glimpse of each other's memory fragments.

The peach blossoms when they meet, the charming scenery when they are together, and the swords and swords when they support each other.

That is, in the end, embattled.

A man sat in front of the desk in a military tent with a sword on it.

Hearing the shouts and fights outside the account, she knew that if she was still there, that person would definitely die in front of her.

The hand as white as jade stretched out, and it was calmer than expected.

The sword was drawn inch by inch, and the sword weapon that danced in the past was full of blood today, and it seemed to be doomed from the beginning.

A person, with no musicians, no beats, and no audience.

It's just dancing non-stop.

From the beginning, to the end.

When the dance came to the end, she smiled.