Ji Qiang was beaten into the pit by the huge black palm print of the dark wizard, and it was extremely miserable.

The majestic and vigorous breath of life is like a pouring galaxy, which disappears in an instant in the brilliant fluorescence, leaving only the thin remnants to feed the falling sunset. Three or four of the souls of the Seven Apertures have quietly returned to the West, like a candle flame bursting with tears, burning with the last hope and swaying the cold all over the ground.

Crimson blood flowed uncontrollably. Like the terrifying and gloomy Huangquan Road, the blood-colored flowers bloom with strange and dense flowers that are almost red and black, rendering an incomparably cruel and poisonous beauty.

The afterglow of the Blood Moon seemed to be coming, and even it wanted to get a glimpse of the Netherworld. Death is not the end of life, but only out of the realm of time......

The dark wizard looked solemnly down in the vast void with the Buddha's dharma.

The quietly rising blood moon makes the throbbing and ethereal flowing clouds inlaid with a gorgeous gold edge.

The blood-colored aura gradually infected the entire dark sky.

Layers of waves were raised, quietly suffocating the reproduction of boundless darkness.

Like a trickle of scarlet stream, after countless miserable annexations and compatibility, it finally converged into a vast blood-colored sea, and the waves magnificently shy the gloom of the sky full of evil.

At this moment, a fiery figure appeared extremely strangely in the depths of the turbulent sea of blood.

Just an extremely ethereal phantom is enough to make any man's mouth dry and the flame of desire involuntarily rises in his heart.

With a lazy murmur, the blood-colored phantom gradually condensed into a substantial bewitchment, emitting a dreamlike murmur.

She sat up straight, revealing her mirror-smooth back.

The blood-pumping fragrance is a man's irresistible greed.

Long blood-red hair like a waterfall, silky shoulders...... When the gaze slid greedily down with the waist that was not grasped, the sharp arc made the men's chests rise and fall violently.

She casually pulled up a golden scarf in the sea of blood and wrapped it around the hot carcass.

He turned around gracefully, and his charming eyes stared at the black Buddha with a solemn appearance.

She twisted her graceful waist and walked in the blood-red void.

The slowly rhythmic waves on his chest have already flooded the long-lost spring love.

The solemn black Buddha endured the throbbing waves in his heart, ignoring the seductive arrival of the night angel.

When the night angel saw the black Buddha in such an embarrassed state, he couldn't help but smile and provoke the flowers.

I saw that her slender jade hand waved casually, and it actually stirred up thousands of waves, and in an instant, it drowned the solemn black Buddha of the Dharma Phase.

The blood-colored viscosity looked like a shocking red, like fire, like blood, like a ......

It makes people feel like they are in the world of Shura, and every illusion of the Yellow Spring, Hell, and Netherworld created by countless killings and bloodshed is the existence of the obliteration of the world, opening the door to death.

These extremely terrifying illusions guided by the blood demon quickly evolved into countless bright red tentacles, which tore apart the black Buddha's mind with incomparably rage, and frantically consumed his true body.

I saw that the huge body of the Black Buddha, corroded by the blood demon like a flood that burst the embankment, was festering at an extremely fast speed and shrinking, and even the Dharma platform transformed by the black lotus fell into the dust uncontrollably.

At this moment, the blood-colored ocean was even more surging, and the terrifying illusions created by countless bloody killings, along with the poignant ripples, quickly spread out in the incomparably strange ups and downs, and finally the vast sea of blood erupted incomparably surging into a swan song containing thousands of years, destroying the black Buddha's dharma body in an instant.

All the aura of darkness was obliterated by the blood-colored viscosity. The sky suddenly cleared, leaving a few pale blood clouds euphemistically pouring out the once poignant past.

Just as the Angel of the Night had lost his bewitching red makeup, he had once again appeared in the world with a holy face.

In the clear sky behind her, a trace of darkness overflowed wildly again......