In the dim sky, there was a red tide, I don't know how it was formed, I don't know where it came from, and in the middle of the night sky, I saw a sudden bright spot, like a star but definitely not a star, whistling into people's eyes.

From a point to a fire, and then into a torch, the leaping flame shoots out a thousand terrifying lights, like a sun dragging out a dark flame. Before anyone could see it, the tail of the torch split into three and turned in reverse direction, turning into a three-legged square tripod.

Fang Ding was just a phantom, and the four sides were like four mouths that were slitted into gaps, constantly spraying flames. When the gaze fell on the flames, there was a burning sensation of soul tingling, as if it contained some kind of will, which did not allow any external object, including the gaze, to snoop on it.

Regardless of spirits and demons, regardless of cultivation, immortals, monsters, birds, woods, insects, and fish, it is all right.

The starry sky has its own rules of will, and that tripod floats above Randance City out of thin air, looking so different, so weird, and out of place with everything around it. As time continued, the Dingkou flame became more and more intense, gradually conjuring up a variety of colors that should not appear, such as green, such as blue, and then pure black.

A black fire that burns the surrounding black into a white fire. Fang Ding is huge, about ten zhang wide, with two layers of rich black along the periphery, but a layer of white in the middle. A trace of poignant silver light flickered in Dingchang, jumping, shuttling into the surrounding black, piercing the boundless ink, like an epiphany blooming in the dark night.

It was not electricity, but a crack that appeared because the void could not withstand the power of the flames, the annihilation and nothingness of the collision between rules and wills. Bursts of dead wind blew through the cracks, and disappeared before they could whistle, as if the screams of a newborn were stuck in their throats.

"Here we go. It's finally begun."

With a soft sigh, the bitter-faced monk's face showed joy. The body shook slightly and disappeared in place, followed by a cold snort. But there is also some restlessness.

"Have you started?"

There was a sigh of emotion in Mengwuxuan, and the cat woman flashed on the roof like a real civet cat, her green and yellow pupils flickering in the night, and her body trembled. After a moment, her expression became cold, her pupils returned to normal, and her body released an aura that could only be described as strong, and she was gone.

With a sigh, the shadow of the sky changed again. The inky flames rolled back in unison, retracting back into the Fang Ding. The originally chaotic sky suddenly fell silent, the vision was gone, the heat was gone, only a thick and indistinguishable black was silent in the darkness, like a deep sleep.

Such as sleeping, but giving the feeling that it is about to wake up. Fang Ding was like a fierce beast that was about to get up from a deep sleep, lazily taking a nap and turning over comfortably. Stretch and yawn, then suddenly open your mouth.

The sky was full of blood, and the eyes were as red as fire, burning a blood-drenched sky. It's also a bizarre painting.

In the center of the picture, an altar that seems to pierce the sky stands tall, surrounded by countless worshippers. Prostrate on the ground and bow down, looking pious. on the altar. Seven pillars of seven-colored light formed a ring, each releasing a coercion that would make the great power succumb to it. Shoot straight into the endless sky. Under the pillar of light, the dragon, the colorful phoenix, the unicorn, and the Xuanwu seven-headed beast looked up at the sky, and its charm was enough to make people misunderstand that they were living gods.

The red color all around, including the seven-colored pillar of light, is just a reaction in people's minds, or an illusion, when they look at it. If you look away from the altar, you will find that there is a vast and endless space, with mountains, water, wasteland, desert, endless sea, and even several majestic palaces. Compared to the illusion that had preceded them, these scenes were more vague, more ethereal, more illegible, and all of them exuded a sense of dilapidation, as if they had been on the verge of collapse after many wars and mountain upheavals.

"That's Tianmu Mountain, there's the Abyss of Cold Annihilation, there's Death Valley, there's Xuanling Cave, that's right, it must be there!"

The face of the bitter-faced monk was not bitter at all at this time, on the contrary, it revealed a strong fanaticism and extreme greed, his eyes stared at the picture in the sky, and he refused to let go for a moment.

The image is changing, like a moving painting, except for the central altar, which is eternal, and the surrounding landscape is changing. It's just that cultivation needs to reach a certain level to see this change, and for those mortals, or monks who don't cultivate enough, it's hard to tell anything from red or red, except for fire or fire, or blood.

At this time, in the Flurry City, countless people looked up at the sky, and more people had no choice but to bow their heads, in addition to the coercion, the burning feeling also became more and more serious, first of all, mortals could not bear it, and gradually spread to the monks.

As for how much can be seen, how much can be remembered, and whether it can be used after entering, everyone has their own chances, and they can't force it. In general, the higher the cultivation, the longer you persist, which means seeing more and grasping more opportunities.

With the passage of time, more terrain and landforms appeared in the sky, and at the same time, countless creatures and countless unrecognizable monsters and monsters appeared. There are countless kinds of creatures with strange shapes, including stone men with a hundred feet of height, winged fish, apes with two faces, and snakes that can hunt with heads and tails.

Except for the absence of anyone, not one. As for those demonic beasts, they all have the same characteristics, powerful! indescribable, but they can be felt by the heart!

I don't know if it's because of qualification restrictions, it is difficult for low-level demonic beasts to appear in the picture, and sixth-level demonic beasts are the most common, but not one or two, but in dozens, or even hundreds. With such a foundation, there are naturally many powerful magical beasts, for example, someone saw a magical beast shaped like a snow wolf, and when chasing its prey, it spewed out the same ice qi as a snow wolf, and as a result, it turned an entire hill into an ice mound.

Can't get in touch with it personally, the supernatural effect is the best basis for judging the realm, just by that breath, its realm is definitely more than the seventh level! The most speechless thing is that it seems that such a demonic beast can be seen everywhere, and the picture is only more than ten breaths, and you can see that there are more than ten heads that are not weak with it, or only.

By this time, the mortals of Randance City had already taken deep hid in their homes. They hugged each other and trembled to comfort each other, not daring to raise their heads to look at each other. Even the monks. They couldn't stand the fear of burning their souls, and they meditated and solidified their minds. so as not to bring future troubles.

Fang Ding is just a phantom, and the so-called picture is just an out-of-phase caused by the flow of colors, which will not cause any substantial harm to people. For mortals, this is more like a dream, and when they wake up, they add some talking points, but on the contrary, those monks who have mana, if they can't grasp it in time, may have mental obstacles due to it, which will bring bad consequences to their cultivation.

Danger must be accompanied by opportunity, this is the truth that every cultivator understands, and every scene, every living being, and every supernatural power in the picture cannot be seen in this world. And it contained an aura that made all demon cultivators tremble, as long as they could support it, they were still willing to take a look at it, stand up more, and feel the meaning more.

It is the breath of the upper realm, once in 700 years, and it is hard to find.

At this moment, the picture in the sky is turning faster and faster, and more patterns appear, more spiritual treasures that are eye-catching. Of course, there must be more and more ferocious beasts. For example, a harmless-looking flying insect with pink wings that resemble moths, and there are not too many of them, surrounding a light blue flower. Tag after.

"Bitter orchid core, that's bitter orchid core!"

Catwoman muttered to herself, a lingering greedy desire in her eyes. I can't wait to rush up and pick it up. However, the next moment, her gaze suddenly contracted. It was as if he had been pricked by countless needles. In the picture, a two-headed monster python that happened to be comparable to the strength of the previous demon wolf roared. Fluttering at the intimidating speed of the flower that was about to bloom, dozens of pink moths shook their wings in unison to release a bright mist that pierced through the black wind spewed by the monster python and landed on its body and head.

A strange scene followed, after being wrapped in the powder mist, the already poisonous monster python could not resist the erosion of the powder mist, and the iron armor-like body melted like snow water, and nearly half of it melted in a moment.

The screen was too fast for Catwoman to see the final outcome of the battle, and it was certain that even if the monster python survived because of its two heads, it would not dare to provoke those pink moths again in this life. It's nothing, the important thing is that from beginning to end, Catwoman didn't see the monster python hidden, and she couldn't see if the pink moth had discovered it in advance, so she sent a thunderous blow.

In other words, there is no way to prevent it!

The strength of the three kings is profound, and the seventh-level demonic beasts are far from being able to make them feel afraid, but they don't know that compared to them, the demonic beasts in the blood domain seem to have a level of superiority, as if they are naturally superior, even if they are in the same realm, the fighting method must have a great advantage.

"The power of the body can only be dissolved by the power of the body, and only the power of the body can be dissolved, and only the power of the body can be divided into two percent, the blood tripod, huh?"

In the midst of muttering or expressing determination, the flow of images in the sky suddenly intensified, and he ran to the end at a speed ten times faster than before. At this moment, there were less than ten people left in the entire Randance City who could still keep an eye on this, and their expressions changed drastically, instinctively condensing their mana spirit to the limit, and staring at the air.

The opportunity once in 700 years cannot be let go, and you can hold on as long as you can, and it is best to see the bottom.

At this moment, on the side of the collapse of the City Lord's Mansion, Mr. Eight looked solemn, his outstretched left hand completely turned into a black ink-like color, and a delicate small tripod in his palm rotated rapidly as if he was being pushed by a hurricane, faster and faster, until he couldn't see its appearance clearly. By his side, Lin Tao crossed his knees and guarded his mind, but Yilian on the right side was not affected at all, grabbed a maid with a delicate appearance and a bleak expression in his hand, and kowtowed to Lin Ruhai on the bed.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Ding fell silent, and Lin Ruhai on the bed disappeared, leaving a thin layer of ash in place. The wind blew, and the light ash also went away with the wind, and there was no trace of it.

There seemed to be a sigh echoing in the darkness, with relief, with satisfaction, and with a hint of expectation and exhortation, after lingering in the ears of several people, it fell into a dark and dull nothingness.

Lin Tao woke up from meditation, looking at the empty bed and making no sound, Yilian stood up from the side of the bed, her cold face was still so cold, and said after saluting Thirteen Lang: "The Cloak King has not arrived, it is not clean, Catwoman is outside." ”

Thirteen Lang looked at the blood tripod in his palm, and replied calmly: "Got it, I'll deal with it." ”

Yilian glanced down at Wan'er, and asked again, "She said that she is from the spiritual realm, and the teacher wants to be tried again?"

Shisanlang waved his hand lightly and said, "No, let's kill it." ”

"But my father said," Lin Tao hurriedly interjected.

"Lord Lin is dead, don't care what he thinks. Shisanro replied lightly, turned around and walked outside

(To be continued......)