This is a world of blood, the heavens and the earth are dark red, and even the bright moon has turned blood-red, which is very evil.

The majestic mountains were red, as if they had been soaked in a rain of blood.

The cascading waterfall cascades down from the mountains, and the water that should be crystal clear is blurred by the turbid blood.

Tall and straight trees, blooming delicate flowers, endless meadows...... Without exception, it is presented in the color of blood.

Xiao Jian was standing on the top of the mountain at this time, on the edge of the cliff.

The [Blood Moon] on the horizon hung overhead, close at hand, as if it could be touched by reaching out.

What is this place?

Why am I here?

How to get out?

……

Xiao Jian was full of doubts, but no one could answer.

He secretly pondered, is this the chain reaction caused by going mad? Falling into the boundless sea of blood and unable to escape, imprisoned forever?

However, Xiao Jian did not regret it, the enemy wanted to kill me, and I killed him with a clear conscience.

Looking back at the previous scene, he cut off Jueqing's head with a sword, and then fainted due to the loss of strength. At the moment when his eyes were about to close, Yue Zhen's face came into view, and his mind also regained its clarity at that time.

[Dreams? 】

Xiao Jian suddenly realized that he should be in the dream world at this time.

[My dream turned out to be a blood-colored ......]

He laughed at himself, after coming into this world, he had witnessed too many injustices.

Innocent civilians have been devastated by the war, and their desires have forged killing, and those who deserve to die are still standing tall and indulging in lust.

He wants to kill him!

Although he always pretends to be indifferent on the surface, his mood has been in a depressed state.

After this war, the feeling of depression in his heart disappeared a lot.

The question arises again, how to get out?

At this moment, the blood light flickered in front of him, and a figure appeared in vain.

This person is exactly the same as Xiao Jian, but his temperament is very different.

"Xiao Jian" was dressed in blood-red, but his complexion was pale and bloodless, his eyes flashed with blood-colored light, and he recently sketched a weird smile, and the whole person looked very evil.

He just floated in mid-air, with an abyss under his feet. However, gravity didn't seem to work for him, or the red-clothed Xiao Jian's cultivation had reached an extremely advanced level, and it was no problem to soar through the clouds.

"Who are you?"

Xiao Jian frowned, but an answer appeared in his heart.

Is this his inner demon?

"I'm you, isn't that what you've always wanted?"

The red-clothed Xiao Jian smiled, and his voice was slightly sharp, which made people can't help but think of a certain [Undefeated Sect Master].

Xiao Jian's face returned to normal and corrected, "I don't like to wear red clothes. ”

The expression on the face of the red-clothed Xiao Jian remained unchanged, still with a faint smile.

"You think it's red?"

"Isn't it?"

"When the hands are stained with blood, the green clothes will also be dyed red, and the green edge will turn into a [blood sword]."

Xiao Jian was stunned, and after a closer look, the red clothes on the other party's body were indeed exactly the same as the green clothes on his body, and the difference was only in the color.

"So, your red clothes are actually stained red with blood?"

Xiao Jian couldn't help but be surprised, staining the red robe with blood, how much life would it take?

"This is the only way to kill!"

"Oh!"

Xiao Jian pretended to nod his head, and immediately ignored him.

He has decided that this is a demon, and the more you believe in him, the deeper you will fall.

"Believe me, one day, your green shirt will be stained red with blood."

After Xiao Jian finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and brushed the red clothes who stretched out. As the fingers slided, the ripples of Dao blood were stirred, and the pale palm was quickly dyed red.

He raised his palm, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, looking intoxicated, and said, "Blood, intoxicating taste......"

Xiao Jian saw a chill and couldn't help but say, "Can you change your face?" ”

He felt offended that he was actually being done something disgusting by such a "pervert" in his face.

The red-clothed Xiao Jian rarely showed a solemn expression, and said with a straight face: "I am you, this is the fate that you can never break free, and you are destined to enter the Tao with [killing]." ”

"Oh!"

Xiao Jian responded perfunctorily, and then suddenly jumped and fell towards the abyss.

Death in a dream, can it be liberated?

Seeing this, the red-clothed Xiao Jian couldn't help but show a stunned expression.

"Interesting...... Looks like it's too early to pull you in! ”

"Puff ......"

Xiao Jian plunged headlong into the blood-colored waterfall, and the bloody aura instantly filled the entire sense of smell.

Vomit......

Xiao Jian opened his mouth and vomited, and blood continued to gush out from between his mouth and nose.

He hurriedly climbed ashore and breathed freely.

However, the whole world was filled with blood, and no matter where he ran, the smell of blood still lingered.

Looking up at the sky, the strange blood moon, the blood clot-like clouds, and the blood eagles flying by in flocks...... One by one, they are presented in the eyes.

Thundered......

The thunder was rolling, the rain was pouring down, but what fell was the rain of blood.

The corners of Xiao Jian's mouth twitched, how could he have such a dream?

Is this the ripple effect of going mad?

He wandered aimlessly through the blood-colored jungle, and everywhere he passed was a blood-colored scene.

Really, the Blood Realm!

Xiao Jian paused and looked ahead.

A blood-red long sword was inserted upside down on a red boulder, and the blood rays wrapped around the sword body, and there was a bloodthirsty aura all over his body.

Xiao Jian strode forward and pulled out the blood sword.

On closer inspection, this sword was almost identical to his three-foot blue blade, but there were still differences in color.

Scold......

Xiao Jian sneered, what was this reminding him?

Tsing Yi is stained with blood

Three-foot Qingfeng Blood Sword

……

I don't believe it!

Xiao Jian swung hard, and a ray of blood flew out, and the space in front of him suddenly distorted, as if it was affected by sword intent.

Wave again!

One time, two times...... Gradually, he entered the state with all his heart and wielded his sword wantonly.

It's not a jade flute swordsmanship, it's more like a random chop.

The space is constantly distorted, and the landscape, grass and trees seem to be affected, and the distorted posture is like a dance for Xiao Jian.

Time passed little by little, but Xiao Jian continued to dance the sword as if he was tireless.

Unconsciously, the originally chaotic sword moves slowly gained a sense of spirituality, and there was a faint tendency to evolve into a set of swordsmanship.

The blood around him became more and more intense, dyeing almost the entire world red.

At this moment, a voice rang out.

"It's time to wake up, little one!"

This is Yue Zhen's voice.

Xiao Jian suddenly stopped moving.

Delusion?

The next moment, a whirlwind of heaven and earth came and he fainted again.

The world of blood fades away, and everything returns to calm.

Xiao Jian opened his sleepy eyes, and the eyes were Yue Zhen's beautiful face.

Looking at each other, the woman's expression of astonishment turned to ecstasy.

"You're awake!"

Yue Zhen was in a weird mood, and it seemed that every time she called the boy [little guy], his reaction would be very intense.

"Sister Zhen, I'm not young, do you want to experience it?"