The spear was extremely scarlet, and at this moment, a wisp of blood flowed out of the barrel of the spear.

Although it is extremely inconspicuous, it is still seen by some people.

At this moment, everyone's hair stood on end, and it was extremely cold, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing.

"How is it possible? The immortal corpse that has been dried up for countless years, why does it still shed blood?"

It was a terrifying thing that made everyone who saw it unbelievable.

Is it really so powerful for immortals? Even if they die, can their bodies be immortal and coexist with heaven and earth?

However, even though the image was terrifying, the treasure in front of them still blinded the minds of many spiritual cultivators, making them fearlessly grasp the spear.

At the same time, I don't know how many hands stretched out, and they collided and fought in the air, hoping to win the only chance to become immortals.

However, when the first man touched the scarlet spear, a mutation occurred.

I saw the spear tremble, as if it had been sleeping for countless years, and it was resurrected at this time.

Blood-colored light and shadow spread outward from the gun's body, like a blood-colored storm, with great impact and destruction power, making the closest few people instantly turn into blood mist, and there was not even any residue left.

Seeing this sudden change, everyone was dumbfounded, and many weak people's minds were almost blank.

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Someone roared loudly, and immediately inspired the retreat technique to flee into the distance, and looking at it, it seemed that it was eager to regenerate two legs.

However, everything happened so suddenly and violently that it was almost impossible to get out unharmed.

The blood-colored light and shadow overlapped, spreading out miles away in the blink of an eye.

In this area, I don't know how many spiritual practitioners have suffered misfortune and have been killed by life.

However, at least half of them survived, and among them were either strong or some powerful organizations.

At this moment, the air was filled with blood, and there were blood-colored streams flowing on the ground, and a little far away from the ancient hall, there were many corpses lying on the maroon land, all of them with hideous faces, one by one, their eyes were angry, and it was obviously difficult to look at.

You must know that there is a deep meaning of killing in the blood-colored light and shadow, which is a wisp of killing from countless years ago, and if it is placed at that time, it is enough to level the world.

Now it has only caused this kind of scene, and it can be regarded as very weak by time.

When this rippling and boundless destructive power gradually disappeared, the scarlet spear inserted in the immortal corpse turned a withered yellow, and in a gust of wind, it turned into flying ashes and drifted away.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone knew that they had been deceived by the so-called immeasurable true immortal.

"How is it possible? Immortals are great virtues and good people, representing justice and light, why do you want to calculate us people in the red dust?" someone shouted loudly, with a cry in his voice, and the belief in the immortal that had existed since childhood in his heart collapsed.

Many people raised doubts, but the ethereal voice that had existed before never appeared again.

And when the scarlet spear turned into flying ashes, the immortal corpse moved, and the dry body quickly absorbed the blood mist in the air, slowly regained its human form, and its closed eyes slowly opened, like two rounds of full sun, shining in all directions, stinging everyone's eyes.

"The lowly blood can only defile my immortal body, it's really disgusting!"

At this time, the original immortal corpse had been incredibly resurrected, and for the first time, he opened his lips and said a word that made everyone angry.

At this point, everyone understood that this guy was not dead at all, but was just suppressed by the scarlet spear.

However, this also reflects the strength of this person from the side, he was pierced by the kind of weapon that can destroy the world and can still survive to this day, through the wind and rain without extinguishing, the mulberry field is immortal, except for the legendary immortal, who else can do it?

Many people find it difficult to accept this reality, and they shake their heads vigorously and retreat, as if they want to leave the place where their faith has collapsed, in a vain attempt to avoid what they see.

However, no one can leave, this place has been suppressed by a strange force, and it is impossible to break through.

"He's not an immortal, he's a devil, he's an executioner who does all kinds of evil!" someone trembled, curled up in a corner, and secretly roared.

I saw that the immortal who was slowly recovering pressed towards the spiritual cultivators step by step, and with every step he took, the earth would vibrate regularly, like seven steps against the dragon, sealing people's hearts step by step, so that everyone near him was shattered by the strange rhythm.

"Filthy blood, it's so useless, I can't even recover my strength!" he said dissatisfiedly, the moon-white robe outside his body exuded a glowing brilliance, swaying and dancing in the wind, and the sound of hunting.

At this moment, the spiritual practitioners, no matter where they came from, felt a sincere fear, and they struggled to resist, but they could not break through the invisible encirclement.

Yang Ling and the other war servants stood in the center of the crowd, he deeply felt the fear of the people, and when he saw the spiritual cultivators in the front row, no matter how strong or weak, they all died, there was also a lot of chills in his heart.

"You demon, you will definitely be punished by the Heavenly Dao, and you will end up with life worse than death!"

A half-step Tempered Body Realm powerhouse cursed angrily before he died, eager to devour the so-called immortal in front of him alive.

However, the other party obviously didn't care about it at all, and said with a strange smile: "Dying for the immortal is the glory of you, why should you be resentful? When I relist the immortal position, I will definitely not forget your merit!"

He killed one step at a time, one dragon roared, the sound was like thunder rolling in the sky, the people who exploded trembled, and some of the weak people had already bled from seven holes, and the situation was extremely not optimistic.

Yang Ling stood in the center of the crowd and saw that the figures in front of him were like the wind blowing wheat waves, falling and shattering one by one, and the fear and pressure in his heart could be imagined.

You know, it's an immortal who needs to recover urgently, and the energy needed must be endless, and I'm afraid that it won't be enough to absorb the blood of everyone here.

The blood mist was surging, centered on the immortal, forming a whirlpool, which looked extremely terrifying, as if it could roll the entire heaven and earth upside down.

"What should I do? Will I really die here?"

Yang Ling's mind turned, thinking rapidly, beside him, many war servants also had gloomy faces, and some of them even had muddy sweat.

"Lord, what should we do?" asked Guo Qu in a slightly trembling voice.

At this moment, all the war servants and Min Du all looked over, hoping to get an answer that was exciting enough.

However, they were disappointed, although Yang Ling was powerful, he was not an all-powerful god, and he had no ability to deal with this kind of change at all.

Listening to the constant hysterical roars in the distance, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

Yang Ling glanced around and saw the powerful and incredibly white-haired man, and the woman with the red sword box on his back, as well as many powerful spiritual cultivators.

Those people also frowned, trying to lead their forces back back, hoping to survive for a while.

Among the many strong people, there are many young people, who can be called geniuses, who are geniuses who have not been encountered in a thousand years in the wilderness, who are lucky and have gone through many hardships, and they are about to take that crucial step and enter another level, but at this time, this kind of catastrophe has happened, how can people not sigh and not have mercy?

As time passed, more and more people died, and it was clear that this place had become a purgatory on earth, a burial place for spiritual practitioners.

Seeing that the number of people has been reduced by half, if nothing else, after a while, everyone will turn into blood mist and be devoured by the immortal.

However, there is a certain number in the underworld, although God is jealous of talents, but it is also full of compassion, and will not let all the strong people who have great luck die.

I saw that the stone hall, which had been lifeless all along, shook.

A powerful roar burst through it, full of lethality.

"It's unforgivable for a degenerate person to dare to call himself a true immortal, it's really unforgivable!

Although this voice is extremely arrogant, it is so gentle and pleasant to everyone's ears.

At this time, no one questioned why there were still living people in the stone hall that had existed at least since ancient times.

Everyone couldn't help but shout, hoping that the owner of this voice would be able to kill the so-called true immortal.