Qianzhang Cliff, the body is subject to flames, the heart is cold, the hatred is eliminated, the heart is crossed, and the Zen is finally returned. A pair of blood-pupiled wolf eyes disappeared into the raging flames, a burning pain that burned every inch of his body. Behind the pain was a heart that began to wait, and let this flame melt into every inch of his skin, this is a kind of catastrophe, a catastrophe that must be overcome in his life.

"Amitabha!" the wolf's eyes that were surging with flames closed tightly, his hands were folded, and there was a fire in his heart, which was blazing.

A thousand years of domain, a hundred years of calamity. The wine intestine trail is hidden in the world, the aroma of wine leads the way to a thousand turns, the thin stream opens up to another world, and the strange beasts accompany the wine family. The diffuse mist, the sunlight scattered on the earth, and the rainbow formed by hanging high in the air, the fairyland of people, but there are no people, and it is empty. The old monk of the empty cicada held the sleeping baby, and he came to this strange place.

"Old friends from afar, why not get together at the stone altar. A sound wave containing a strong fighting spirit penetrated the air and reached the ears of the old monk of the empty cicada, and a pair of chaotic eyes also showed a smile, his clothes fluttered, and he sighed without surprise: "He has surpassed the old man! Amitabha, the fighter is not guilty!"

A body elegant, lightly between the clouds, the sun shines on the cheeks, with warmth, falling on the stone altar, quietly.

"Empty cicada!"

"Wine white!"

"Amitabha!"

An old man in plain clothes greeted the old monk with a smile, with a white beard, looking a few years younger than the empty cicada, and his breath was a little better, with a smile, very sincere, and the old people reunited.

The stone table, bitter tea, two old men, sitting opposite each other, and there is the sunshine, the birdsong and the breeze, and the empty cicada smiling baby in their arms.

"You should know the purpose of my trip, right?" said the empty cicada as he took a sip of bitter tea.

Jiubai picked up the teacup, took a sip, and nodded at the empty cicada, the messenger of the wild crane arrived here in one step, and informed the Jiubai empty cicada that he had a request for him, pinched his fingers, and he smiled. smiled, looked at the baby in the arms of the empty cicada, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea, bitter, but then there was a hint of sweetness.

"He belongs here, and the old man will give the child to you, Amitabha!" the empty cicada smiled as he looked at the baby in his arms. The skinny fingers lightly touched the baby's eyebrows, and the baby suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of blood pupils, hidden in them, the demon Ye had a natural murderous aura, and it couldn't help but make people frown, Xuanyu actually had this son.

"Born murderous, fighting in the world!" Jiubai touched his beard and said, forcibly suppressing the surging ripples in his heart, he didn't know why the unique blood pupil mark of the people of the wine clan, this child would also have it, who was he?

A pair of big hands brushed over the baby's face, the baby's blood pupils disappeared, and a pair of clear eyes appeared in front of him, the baby was still smiling, obviously the little guy was very happy, how did he know hatred, at most he was hungry and uncomfortable, and he would cry.

"The day after tomorrow, temper and return to bitter Zen!" The old monk of the empty cicada said slowly, and also picked up the teacup in front of him, and took a sip, which was more bitter than the mountain tea in his Bodhi Valley, and he couldn't help but taste it again, with an endless aftertaste: "The child's name is Long Tian, and he has a deep hatred of the sea of blood." ”

"Bad fate, bad luck. Then he belongs to my Xuandong wine clan, the grandson of Jiubai, Jiutian!" "Jiubai slowly hugged the child in the arms of the empty cicada into his arms, and an old face smiled at the baby, and the baby will smile in the face of this unfamiliar face, this is fate. A pair of old eyes narrowed slightly, obviously happy.

"Empty cicada, don't sit down with the wine clan, you haven't been back for a long time. There was a look of expectation in the white eyes, and the voice calmly reached the ears of the empty cicada.

"When the fate is over, then it is over, and there is no longer looking back, then everything is a dream. The empty cicada turned the Buddha bead in his hand and looked into the distance, the place he was once familiar with.

"Whatever you want, it's still a bull's temper, then I'll go first. Jiubai got up and drifted towards the place where the cicada's gaze went, and a sentence floated in the air for a long time: "She really wants to see you, and Ling'er." ”

"Amitabha!" The old monk of the empty cicada stared at the sky, stood for a long time, closed his chaotic eyes, enjoying the sun, and in the end, it was indifferently gone, still the birdsong echoed, and the breeze blew......

The silent and changing sky was dyed with blood when it rained and spread throughout the millennium domain. The people of the Xuandong wine clan all gathered in the big stone altar of the Xuandong wine clan, looking at the big groove of the stone altar, the eyes were surprised, the fists were clenched, and they saw the baby in the arms of the wine white slowly falling from the sky, standing proudly in the center of the stone altar.

"Great Elder!" said in surprise, and his psychedelic eyes stared blankly at the changing sky.

"Blood rain will also be, dragon blood condensation trough, Xuandong Heavenly Fall is about to return to its place?" said a middle-aged iron man excitedly, the words before the blood dragon disappeared, is it true?

Jiubai looked at the baby in his arms, and he also had an indescribable emotion, who are you sacred?

"Dragon Blood Condensation Tank!" The wine-white voice resounded throughout the altar, and the fighting spirit was released, shocking the entire Xuandong, a pious and surrendering posture, this is the Xuandong people.

A light gauze girl, with a beautiful face, white skin, and a golden basin in her hand, the crowd automatically gave way to a passage to the big trough, her eyes were concentrated, and she slowly walked towards the big trough of the stone altar.

"Baha of the Eastern Regions, Baha of the Divine Dragon, Baha of the Holy Maiden, Baha of the Heavenly Fall!" everyone chanted in unison, and the girl moved forward steadily, and finally stopped, stopping in front of the big trough, holding high the golden basin, and the breeze blowing, the beautiful saint.

"The dragon's blood that has been silent for thousands of years, you are the god of Xuandong, Baha, Baha, wake up. "The Great Elder Jiubai chanted, chanting continuously, gradually, as time passed, I saw that the bright red blood in the golden basin began to boil, this is the dragon's blood full of magic and murderous aura, it is beating, it is struggling.

"Condensation!"

With a white sound, the girl slowly poured the dragon blood in the golden basin into the blood trough, squeaking. The old hand of Jiubai brushed over, and I saw that the child in Jiubai's hand opened his eyes in an instant, and at this moment, a pair of bloody eyes shocked the audience, the baby was suspended above the blood tank, and the dragon shadow loomed. Jiubai's hands changed, his fighting spirit was released, and a strong fighting spirit spread out.

"Baha, Baha, Baha!" The surrounding clansmen were in high spirits, witnessing what was happening in front of them with amazed eyes, and dancing with their hands.

The dragon's blood was boiling and flowing in the blood trough, and a strong and silent coercion spread out to the surroundings, and the breathing of the surrounding clansmen became solemn, and the fighting energy in the body all felt a shock. The strong momentum and the resounding sound made the baby in the sky begin to cry loudly.

"Wow, wow, wow!" he didn't know where this little life came from with so much energy, and his cry caused the dragon blood in the blood trough to evoke ripples.

"Bloody eyes and tears?"

Jiubai watched, only to see a line of blood and tears slowly falling, bright red blood off the baby's cheeks, crystal red tears, shining with strange light, slowly falling from the sky.

"Wow!"

A blood-red tear slid down his cheek and slowly fell, falling in the dragon's blood, 'squeaking' a small sound. There was silence all around, and even the originally excited clansmen held their breath.

"Wow, wow!" was only the sound of a baby's cry.

"Fate, heaven is destined!" I saw that the dragon blood in the blood trough spread rapidly, turning the entire stone altar into a dense blood network in an instant, and a silent aura slowly emanated from the stone altar.

"Bang!"

A blood-red light in the blood tank shot straight into the sky, making the blood color of the sky three points better, and the blood rain became bigger and bigger, and the stone altar turned into a pool of blood.

"The skyfall is about to appear!" Jiu Bai stared at the sky with a pair of eyes, and his knees fell abruptly, and all the clansmen around were worshipping the blood sky.

"Huh!" With the roaring thunder, a faint trace of blood light appeared in the sky, and only a light appeared, and the eyes of those pairs opened wider and rounder. I saw that the blood light accompanied people's expectations, getting brighter and closer, and the breath was getting stronger and stronger.

"Baha, Baha, Baha......" The voice was continuous and passionate, and a pair of expectant eyes looked at the approaching blood light, but the expression was very reverent.

"It's coming!" A meteor shower in the sky, revealing the powerful momentum of the destruction of the world, the shocking thunder roared, and the blood-red electric light lingered on the meteor, and the energy sent out shocked everyone's heart.

"Heaven has fallen!" the voice fell.

"Bang bang bang!" A streamer with a fierce wind shot straight towards the blood groove of the stone altar, so strong aura.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

Somehow, the child's crying never stopped, and he never lost everyone's attention, because the dragon shadow became more and more solid, and it came into contact with the oncoming meteor.

"Condensing Array Protecting the Altar!" "The wine white changed the handprint, at this time, the clansmen were full of fighting spirit, and a strong fighting spirit burst out, and a light screen spread around the blood trough to the entire stone altar, only the light in the blood trough shot straight into the sky, turning into a giant dragon.

"Bang!"

The streamer smashed straight into the blood groove along the light, forming a mushroom cloud in the sky, and the powerful destructive power spread out, and the protective cover condensed by the power of everyone was broken in an instant.

Only a ray of light enveloped the baby suspended in mid-air, and an invisible attraction caused the baby to fall slowly, and the dragon shadow also merged with the skyfall under the strong impact.

For a long time, in the blood trough, the blood light dissolved into the baby's body and disappeared without a trace, and the baby didn't know when he had fallen asleep peacefully, and the blood in the sky suddenly disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

"Bang!"

A sleeping baby lay quietly in the blood trough, but there was a blood-colored dragon pattern on the child's chest, looming, if there was nothing. When you first arrived in Xuandong, the bloodfall returned to its place, crying and dissolving blood, what kind of demon are you, young man? What kind of demon legend will you create?

Xuandong is just your starting point, you have to start your bloody road, the realm of tribulation, Xuandong is different because of your appearance, and you will become different because of Xuandong. The road forward, when you return bloodthirsty, what about the bloodstained, you are a Zen heart battle body, fight or not, are the Zen in your heart, the journey of experience