The black stone ground, the white bone platform, the waves are bloody, and the water is not turbid.

It's still the isolated island bald mountain, or the black robe that sticks to the ground like a shadow, but the object of its gaze is different, from the incense burner to the tripod.

Bloody, runes flickering, and ever-growing blood.

Outside the isolated island, the chaotic sea sky is like the skin of a crumpled yellow eel, and the yellow is thick and dark brown; the wind is suddenly chaotic, blowing away from time to time streams of yellow sand and falling down, lighting up patches of high and low lights; on the sea, the hurricane waves are like layers of silver dragons climbing in the sky, which have touched those sky lanterns.

One year and seven months after the opening of the Blood Domain, the day when the sea and the sky meet are closer.

Every day passed, the fury of the chaotic sea would intensify by a point, and to this day, there were no more demon beasts above the sea that could stand on the ground of the fourth, and could only be slapped into pulp. The frenzied tide rages into the sea, carrying a large number of corpses and crashing towards the isolated island, endlessly. Flesh and blood turned into smoke, white bones were stacked, and tens of millions of lives formed a circle of gradually thickened and heightened round platforms.

The white bones of the forest, the blood mist, gathered into a dragon, wrapped the stone platform in the center of the isolated island, and then turned into seven red ropes as thin as chopsticks, which were entangled, integrated, deepened and thickened and widened.

The small blood tripod gradually grows, turning into a bowl, a basin, like a jar, and gradually turning into a pool like a sea of blood, transforming into a pond.

The stone platform is only three feet wide, and there is a three-zhang pond on the platform, but people are looking at the pond on the stage, facing the furnace, and there are three people waiting behind them

When the sea of blood is truly formed, it may be possible to give birth to powerful ghosts and creatures inside, and even reincarnate the splendid mountains and rivers, Huhai, and rivers to become a complete shijie. or the birth of all living beings. Human demons have even given birth to many powers. Cultivation can control the world. From the outside, however, it is still a tripod on a three-foot stone platform. There was still a monk standing next to him who was not too high, with a slight smile on his face, he could control life and death in the realm with a raised hand, and he could break his bones with a single foot.

The two worlds of Sumeru, also known as the middle of the world, this is also.

A piece of sand can become a realm, a tree can show withered glory, and the mustard seed space can circle the universe, which is also.

"In front of me is the realm. The side is the world, and the outside world is inside, turning over the world. ”

The black-robed old man slowly raised his hand, and twisted one of the seven red ropes at will, and in an instant, ten thousand voices in the ding, which had become a pool of blood, roared with sorrow, as if a certain shijie under the sky was collapsing, and thousands of creatures were crying loudly.

"The universe is made. It takes the palm of the hand of creation to be safe. ”

The old man connected the red rope to one place again, looked at the tripod that had returned to calm and slowly growing, and then looked at his own hand, and his expression was full of satisfaction.

"This is the hand of creation. ”

"Congratulations, Lord!"

The three red-robed friars bowed. The tone is pious, revealing boundless fanaticism.

"Congratulations, it's too early!" the old man shook his head slowly. Looking into the distance, he said to himself with emotion: "Only two senior brothers have done it." I, as a junior brother, can get a small favor, and I have to be careful who the senior sister is!"

The blood tripod shook suddenly. As if Mangshan was shaken by a huge force, the old man suddenly turned his head, his expression revealing shock and disbelief. Without waiting for the order, the three red-robed monks shouted one after another, and turned into Changhong and pounced, as if facing a great enemy.

"It's me. ”

On the edge of the isolated island, next to the bone platform, the young man in white appeared out of thin air, looked at the old man with a smile on his face, and suddenly frowned slightly.

"You're so old. ”

The old man's face was too old, too old to be believed. The dry bones hung a crumpled skin, and the wind blew undulating, and the two eyes were clearly two puddles of mud, and in the center was a withered and dead bag of dirt, which was his nose. The most peculiar thing was the mouth that spoke, with a gap between the opening and closing of the ear, which looked like a knife cut in the carpet, and there were only four molars of astonishing size, which were particularly sharp and bright.

It was supposed to be the only living part of the old man's body, as if it had concentrated all its essence.

"The wind is beautiful, what are the old people doing?"

The young man greeted him with a friendly greeting, and there should be something to say below, but he was surprised by the old man's face and stopped talking about it. Its right hand is raised in the air, and in front of it is a pale red film, as if trying to enter the island.

The result was unsuccessful.

At this time, the three red-robed overrepairers rushed to the edge of the isolated island and scolded one after another. The young man turned a deaf ear as if he were not in a hurry to urge the old man to answer, twisted his waist and turned back slightly, and punched the red membrane.

Rumble!

It was as if the heavenly drum had been beaten, and the rumbling and roaring sound had been incessant for a long time, and the blood ding on the stage shook again, more violently than the one just now, and the young man's body flew upside down for more than a hundred meters like a pinball, and then bounced back at a faster speed.

"It's really strong!" the young man was still that polite look, and what he did was enough to make the most shameless bandit embarrassed, his fists and feet were like the wind, and he kept hitting the red membrane, while speaking to the old man in a tone of discussion.

"Old man, how long do you think it will take me to break it through?"

"Presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

"Look for death!"

The three red-robed people had never seen such an arrogant person, and they all rushed towards their opponents with a roar of rage, looking indignant that they were about to break their bodies into pieces. The strange thing is that at such a distance, they did not exert any magical powers, nor did they sacrifice any powerful treasures, but just buried their heads in the front, rushed, rushed, and were stopped.

"Wait!"

The old man raised his hand at the moment when the three red robes rushed out of the light film, looked at the young man who seemed to be blind with cloudy eyes, and said slowly: "Xiao Shisanlang, since you are still alive, why don't you run for your life quickly and come here to do something?"

"Hehe, you really know me. Thirteen Lang stopped, his provocative gaze swept over Sanming's red robe, and said with a flirtatious expression: "Three to one, do you dare to release it?"

The insult was too obvious, and the three red-robed robes were furious, but they didn't dare to rush out because they didn't have the Lord's order, and their eyes were manic.

The old man was unmoved, and continued to ask in a gloomy voice: "The old man asked you, what are you doing here?"

Jusan Lang put away the idea of tempting the enemy and replied, "I picked up two wild dogs and wanted to return them to their owners." ”

With his backhand, he scooped up the two red-robed monks in his hands, and Thirteen Lang shook them at the three red-robed monks. said, "Is it your dog?"

"Senior brother!"

"Senior brother!"

The three red-robed monks screamed again, and the concern on their faces was not fake at all. Of course, looking at Thirteen Lang's gaze was even more angry. It's not the same as it.

"Lord!" a red-robed man tried to ask the black-robed man for battle, but unfortunately he was not allowed to do so.

The skin on the old man's face shook a few times, the sound of the four molars rubbing could be heard, and he was silent for a while and said lightly: "Since they were picked up by you, they belong to you, and you can raise them yourself." ”

Shisanlang shook his head lightly and said, "It seems that you not only know me, but you also know me very well, so you are very afraid. ”

The old man sneered and mocked: "Will this seat be afraid of you, what are you afraid of?

Jusan Lang replied calmly, "I speak with facts. ”

Anyway. He lifted the red robe in his left hand, nudged it behind his back with one palm, and flew away as if he had completely abandoned it.

"Senior brother!"

The two red robes couldn't be suppressed anymore, and they rushed towards the light film desperately, and their bodies didn't seem to encounter any obstacles, and half of them passed as soon as they wore them.

"Be careful!"

"Come back!"

Two loud shouts rang out at the same time, accompanied by a soft smack.

"Boom!"

Boom! Flesh and blood shot out, and then turned into blood mist and ashes. The red-robed monk who was discarded by Thirteen Lang gathered and scattered, and he actually blew himself up involuntarily?!

God testifies that such a thing is almost impossible. Self-detonation is a means of fighting for the life of the monk Zuihou, how can he be manipulated casually? The red-robed monk is a prisoner, yes. It's true that he doesn't have the power to resist, but he won't blow himself up when it's impossible to hurt his opponent and only harm his companions.

There was no time to investigate the reason, and the two red-robed monks who showed half of their bodies were the first to fall into bad luck. A look of horror and despair froze on his face, and his eyes looked at the blood mist with incomparable power. The body regresses rapidly.

"It can't be, ah!"

The overhaul blew itself up. The power was comparable to a divine blow, and the two red-robed monks came and retreated faster, and the hands that tried to save people hurriedly used their magical powers, but they were still inevitably affected by the self-explosion. In the screams, one of them had his right arm blown off, and blood spurted out of his mouth at the same time, while the other was in even worse condition, almost half of his body was lost, and the rest was scattered like a scattered blood puppet.

The red light film shook violently, and the blood on the stage whistled again and again, and the momentum that was constantly expanding came to a halt and even began to retract.

"Xiao Shisanlang!" the black-robed old man roared wildly, his body trembling violently, and the third red-robed monk hurriedly pounced on him and dragged the broken-arm monk back, while his eyes fell on his companion who was only half of his body left, and his eyes were split.

"I'm here, don't scream so loudly. ”

Thirteen Lang flew back to the edge of the island again, and said in admiration: "It's not broken, it's really strong." Ah, by the way, you, or you, which one is you?"

Pointing to the third red-robed monk, Thirteen Lang looked at the black-robed old man with some pity in his eyes.

"No wonder they still have minds, they are commensurate with each other, and they seem to have a good relationship. Ben will make a bold guess, can they all become you, or can all become you in the future, similar to doppelgangers?"

"Don't you want to know!" The black-robed old man's voice was terrible, and the red-robed monk roared, hatred penetrating deep into the bone marrow soul.

He felt that he was going crazy, and he hadn't provoked it at all, so why did he bring this unreasonable star here?

Shisanlang smiled lightly and said, "If you don't know, you don't know, I don't need to know." ”

casually grabbed another red-robed man, Thirteen Lang said: "No matter how you incarnate, kill them one by one." Ah yes, this is thanks to you, if it weren't for you trying to change your identity, I wouldn't have been able to judge anything, and I wouldn't have the ability to let him blow himself up. ”

The black-robed old man gritted his teeth, was silent for a moment, and suddenly stretched out his hand to clasp the red-robed monk who was only a remnant, opened his mouth and bit his neck fiercely, and sucked hard.

It was visible to the naked eye that the body of the red-robed monk who had been badly injured shrank, and the flesh and blood essence poured into the old man's body like a spring, and he quickly turned into a dry corpse. At the same time, the old man's face quickly became ruddy and plump, and the old body seemed to have regained its vitality, as if it had suddenly become twenty years younger.

"Gluttonous Dafa!

"That's right, they were eaten by me. ”

The old man's face showed a little happiness, and he said: "The old man knows that you are very difficult to mess with, but now that the old man is about to accomplish a big thing, you can even delay me?"

I can't get in, of course I can't help him, Thirteen Lang's face was slightly gloomy, and he suddenly asked, "How old are you?" (to be continued......