Chapter 295: On the Eve of Turmoil
The blood-colored sacrifice is still continuing, and the heaven and earth chessboard between the Great Ancestor and the Demon Emperor is still falling.
The alien races and demon races on the blood-colored earth did not know at this moment that they were about to become sacrifices to someone who wanted to become immortals.
"Tongtian Great Ancestor, it's disappointing!" The Demon Emperor looked at the chessboard in front of him during the day.
The side holding the white son has a clear advantage, while the great ancestor of the black side has a significant decline.
The Great Ancestor didn't care, "The ending is undecided, such a big talk, the Demon Clan Emperor is nothing more than that!" β
Saying that another son fell, the Demon Emperor looked at the chessboard with a frown on his face, although the advantage is obvious now, but everywhere it is full of dangers.
If the chessboard was a little bigger, maybe he would have lost. @η²Ύε\/Shuge Error-free Debut~~
It seems that his vision is too short-sighted, and this alien ancestor who achieved the Mahayana period 10,000 years ago is really extraordinary.
The blood sacrifice is about to be completed, do you still have to continue to play this chess?
The thought arose in both minds.
At this time, Wang Jiang was scavenging a large number of spirit stones everywhere to sustain the endless war that followed.
The heavens and the earth are still crying for the fall of the gods, and the voice is tragic and moving.
"Why does the blood qi below seem to be getting stronger and stronger?" Wang Jiang was not the only one who discovered the changes that had taken place on the blood-colored earth.
The blood is tumbling like the sea.
This was a precursor to the completion of the Blood Sacrifice.
Wang Jiang, who felt bad, retreated, this feeling was like a chill in the back of his neck, and his blood-colored realm kept reminding him to stay away from here.
It's an intuition, an intuition before great danger comes.
There is nothing wrong with such an instinct on the part of a monk.
And the surrounding demon clans and alien races seem to have been beaten***, killing red-eyed, obviously sensing the danger but killing more and more bravely.
Seeing that everyone around him was going crazy, Wang Jiang felt more and more wrong, and began to retreat quickly.
But this time the battlefield was different, and even if he retreated, there were still a large number of alien races appearing in them to hinder his retreat.
And in the dark, he had a feeling that these aliens chasing him seemed to have a purpose.
It's as if you're deliberately obstructing yourself.
And in such a situation, for some reason, his body suddenly turned around and stopped preparing for a big battle with these aliens.
But he knew very well in his mind that this was not his own idea at all.
"Someone is manipulating their body!" Wang Jiang's heart suddenly shook up such a thought.
Who will be the person who can control his body without realizing it, or a demon?
It's hard not to make Wang Jiang think of that Demon Emperor during the day, although maybe other gods or returning to the void can also do this, but there is only that one in the Demon Court who will do this kind of small action on himself.
But why did he do it?
What are the benefits of this?
He is just a knot period, and he can play very little role in a war of this scale.
At the same time, in the True Treasure Realm, the Demon Emperor was still playing against the Great Ancestor during the day.
This Great Ancestor of the alien race was also very curious about why this Demon Emperor didn't use other key chess pieces during the day, but he only used this chess piece that didn't seem to be very important?
Is it a cover-up? It doesn't look like it.
That's why no matter the cost, even if you enter the hinterland of the enemy army, you have to block this seemingly unimportant chess piece.
"In a hurry?" The Demon Emperor teased during the day.
The Great Ancestor sneered, "The emperor will also joke? β
"I'm curious why you're doing this, just to divert my attention?"
Another shot fell between the words, completely surrounding the seemingly unimportant chess piece.
As changed on the chessboard, Wang Jiang is surrounded by enemies at the moment, if there is no accident, it will be a dead end.
But the accident still happened, or from the point of view of the Demon Emperor during the day, it was not an accident but an arrangement, but Wang Jiang didn't know it.
A true dragon's claw fell from the sky, and the fracture did not seem to be injured by a sharp weapon, but was torn apart by a brute force.
The painful roar of the true dragon once again crossed the barrier between the true realm and the void realm, resounding between heaven and earth. (This chapter is not finished!) )
Chapter 295: On the Eve of Turmoil
The loud sound made Wang Jiang subconsciously cover his ears and squat, and the alien races surrounding Wang Jiang also bent down to block their ears like him, not daring to face the roar of the real dragon.
Seeing this, Wang Jiang's heart was crossed, and regardless of the cost of the bleeding in the five holes, he jumped out of the encirclement with the roar of the real dragon.
And he didn't know if this operation was what he wanted to do, or if he was manipulated by others.
The reasons for this are too complicated, and Wang Jiang can't confirm it in this case.
When it is safe for the time being, the blood and qi are tumbling not far from the sky, as if a great calamity is about to befall the world.
Once again, his body was uncontrollable, and Wang Jiang did not retreat but advanced, heading towards the blood-colored earth below.
The body will soon sink into the sea of blood that has accumulated deeply.
"Demon Emperor Daytime, what do you want to do?" Wang Jiang couldn't help shouting anymore.
In his heart, he was sure that the Demon Emperor was controlling his body during the day, who else could there be?
He didn't want to really die here, it lasted seven years, and in these seven years, he didn't walk on the verge of death every time, but this was under his control.
Won't really go to die. _o_m
And now being manipulated by the Demon Emperor, such a move is undoubtedly looking for death.
This war is completely wrong no matter where it comes from, and now that there is such a change, Wang Jiang is even more sure of this idea.
After the shouting, all he responded to was the whistling sound in his ears.
"During the day, I'll go to your uncle~!" Wang Jiang rarely opened his mouth to scold, this kind of behavior is really no different from a villain.
Although it is not a good thing itself.
I also know in my heart that the Demon Emperor will not really harm himself, but this is just his own thoughts, who can say it clearly?
No one can really trust anyone else, not even their own parents.
What's more, it's a demon emperor who has a relationship of several sides!
And at this time, Wang Jiang's ears sounded the voice of the Demon Emperor, "Don't worry, for the sake of Bogong, I will send you a creation." β
"Is it also the inheritance of the Heavenly Palace since ancient times?"
Wang Jiang didn't mean to thank him at all, but continued, "I didn't see the creation, but the ghost gate was closed. β
After entering the sea of blood qi, Wang Jiang's own blood-colored realm unconsciously unfolded.
Under such circumstances, Wang Jiang felt as if he could sublimate the realm into a small world, is this what the Demon Emperor said?
And among them, Wang Jiang seemed to have seen dense and indescribable blood-gold runes and lines, and the scope was immeasurable.
At least the entire Scarlet Land and Battlefield were covered.
There is a large array underneath the entire battlefield, what is this? Wang Jiang couldn't help but be curious.
The blood qi that emerged from the blood-colored earth seemed to overflow from these blood-gold runes and lines.
With Wang Jiang's experience, I can't understand what this is!
And the Great Ancestor and the Demon Emperor in the True Treasure Realm during the day, these two were holding their breath.
The Blood Sacrifice is almost complete!
Chapter 295: On the Eve of Turmoil