Blood spurted out of Xianjiang's body, turning into a curtain of blood and rushing towards Wu Gan. It's not that the blood curtain is moving, but that Wu Gen rushed forward too violently and had to hug the blood that had not yet emitted a fishy smell.

His eyes became red, and when he washed through the blood curtain, he was still dark red. It's a monotonous world of red, red sky, red earth, red angry clouds.

Wu Yan stood on this soft ground with a knife, looking at the sky with a cold expression.

In the air, red clouds rolled, turbulent, sometimes like entrenched beasts, sometimes like a rushing torrent. The four were gloomy and oppressive, full of ominous atmosphere.

In the end, the red cloud formed a huge human face, which was the appearance of Xianjiang. The faces of the people rose and fell one after another with the disturbance of the red clouds, and it looked as if the people had been skinned raw, and all the red flesh and blood were exposed.

Wu Yan was a little dazed, not knowing why he suddenly arrived here. But he knew that he had fallen into the path of the Xianjiang River, and this should be the spiritual world constructed by the Xianjiang River.

just entered the other party's soul world without noticing, this way of fighting made Wu Gan, who was accustomed to knife-to-knife and gun-to-gun fighting, feel quite uncomfortable. On the way to the soul path, he was indeed a little worse than the other party.

In the air, Xianjiang glanced at Wu Gen indifferently, and as a result, the heavy red clouds began to wind and roll, like twisting a soaked rag, and huge raindrops fell overwhelmingly.

The raindrops became heavier and heavier, turning into spark-like rocks, whistling down to the earth, splashing gravel dust that covered the sky and the sun.

Witnessing this scene of annihilation, Wu Jian stood still and did not move. This is the world of the Xianjiang River, and no matter where you flee, you will be bombarded by the other party's flints.

A bright light flashed, and Wu Yan smashed a piece of flint that fell above his head. Countless sparks flew and hot debris fell to the ground.

Soon, more flints fell, more sword lights lit up, and countless sparks lingered on Wu Gan's side, and the gravel had been piled up to his waist.

The terrifying stone rain was still falling, and the splashed stones and gravel continued to merge into the stone rain, as if the rain would never stop.

Under the repeated bombardment of the flint, the ground began to soften, and red magma flowed on the ground, dividing the ground into countless strange pieces.

Chop, chop, strangle, cut, peck, Wu Geng waved the knife silently, the knife style was simple, not half fancy, just to cut the stone faster and more effortlessly.

Under the rain of stones, he was like a stubborn reef, crushing the roaring waves over and over again.

The stone rain kept falling, and Xianjiang did not resort to other treacherous means. Heaven and earth are like a huge grinding plate, wanting to wear Wu Gengsheng out of it.

There is no skill in today's confrontation, it is purely a competition of strength between the two sides, to see if the sky will be destroyed or people will die.

"Don't think of borrowing the power of the converts, whose power has been cut off from this world." Rumbling thunder resounded in the sky, confident and determined.

Wu Yan reluctantly raised his face, looked at the face in the sky, and suddenly laughed wildly, blood flowed out of his mouth, and he waved the knife thousands of times, even the iron man would turn into juice, "Xianjiang, you think too highly of yourself, and you look down on others too much.

I'd rather tear my soul apart than get rid of the mark of the evil god, can you, you're just a watchdog on a rope. With this chain, you will never be my opponent, for I am free."

Wu Yan laughed wildly, and his body gradually became a little transparent, like a human form condensed by countless beams of light, interspersed with fine gold threads.

Xianjiang silently watched Wu Gan's changes, and didn't say anything more, just a little disordered stone rain, indicating that his mood at this time had changed somewhat.

Although Wu Gen arrogantly pointed at the sky and scolded the earth, the contrast of strength was obvious. Under the bombardment of dense stone rain, dark red magma rushed in all directions, gradually surrounding Wu Gan.

In the magma, one by one one-eyed appeared. The eyes blink and pop sounds. Slowly, long hands and feet stretched out around these eyes, and they all moved closer to Wu Gan. Slender hands and feet grabbed his feet, hugged his legs, and wrapped their arms around his waist, like thousands of whiskers slowly extending upward.

Wu Gan's body was covered by these whiskers, and his movements gradually became less flexible. At this time, he was concentrating on attacking the stone rain in the sky, and he had no time to pay attention to the movements below him.

If the stalemate continues, he can only be entangled by the bearded vines and die, or be hammered to death by the stone rain little by little.

Due to the continuous chopping of flint, the broken knife had turned bright red at this time, and black smoke continued to rise from it. In fact, even Wu Jian didn't realize why there was a broken knife in the Xianjiang Divine Soul World. It was originally a foreign object, but it appeared so naturally in this illusory space.

A dull roar came from the broken knife. Wu Yan was stunned, the movements in his hands slowed down, and he was almost hit by a boulder, so he quickly swung his knife and cut it in half.

The roar grew louder and more continuous, as if some beast had been sealed in a knife, struggling to leap out of it.

The black smoke grew thicker and thicker, so much so that the red around him was also soaked in it, and it became dull.

With a long series of angry roars, a three-headed black vicious dog phantom emerged from the knife. The dog's eyes were red, black flames were rising from his neck, and black sparks were dripping from his mouth. The vicious dog only forms half of its body, and the back half is still in the form of black smoke, connected to the broken knife.

At first sight, seeing such a monster, Wu Yan was so frightened that he almost threw away the knife in his hand. Since picking up the broken knife from the abandoned city wall, Wu Jian has never felt anything strange about it. On weekdays, chopping wood, chopping vegetables, cutting fish, and killing people, this knife almost shoulders a variety of responsibilities for kitchen knives and weapons, and it is ruined by Wu Gan for hard work.

I never thought that this knife would have such a powerful form.

"Cut, knife." Wu Gan tried to call.

The black dog turned his head, glared at Wu Gen with his red eyes, opened his mouth spitting black flames, and bit the whiskers beside Wu Gen.

Everywhere it went, its sharp teeth were like sickles, constantly cutting through the flexible hands and feet of the eyes, biting these huge one-eyed ones. Each of the broken eyes emitted a sharp bark, which in turn provoked the angry roar of the black dog.

After a while, Wu Gan's surroundings were empty.

Wu Gan, who was suddenly relaxed, couldn't help laughing. The laughter was mixed with the roar of the dogs, overpowering the roar of the stone rain and the explosion that hit the ground.

"Old man, let's go to heaven and cut off that broken face." Wu Gan's big face that pointed the broken knife at the sky was arrogant.

The black smoke on the neck of the black dog danced wildly, constantly extending in all directions, like a black orchid in full bloom. The three heads raised to the sky and roared, the howling sound pierced through the stone rain and pierced through the stratus clouds, and the sound of the horn of the charge echoed in the vast space.

This knife started from the grass and walked in the mountains, crossed thousands of mountains, crossed the evil water, saw all kinds of stubborn enemies, and walked step by step to the present. Although they are crippled, they are extremely proud in their bones, so proud that they have never thought that there is a mountain that can be higher than their feet.

With the roar of a furious dog, a yellow and black figure jumped into the blood-colored sky without hesitation.

The rain began to rage, the wind became more and more violent, and countless flints the size of houses fell from the sky with black smoke and smashed against the small figure that was swimming against the current.

Chop, chop, slash, pieces of rubble shot out like meteors in all directions. Wu Yan walked forward with difficulty, breaking through the boulders, and slowly but firmly rushed towards the big face in the sky.

Xianjiang snorted, and a small mountain fell from the sky and pressed heavily on Wu Gan's body. This is his world, and in terms of soul power, he is far superior to his opponents. He just wanted to use this simple means to grind Wu Gen to death little by little, watch his fighting spirit disappear little by little, and disappear in this world in sorrow and remorse.

Boom, the hill pressed Wu Gen to the ground, and under the huge impact, the magma on the ground danced wildly like a fiery snake, splashing towards the surroundings.

The dog's chirping stopped abruptly, and suddenly fell silent. Xianjiang stared at the ground expressionlessly, the red clouds on his face rolling, and his face became more and more hideous.

Suddenly, the hill shook for a moment, and then trembled sharply, and the fine stones on the mountain tumbled and fell.

Cracks began to appear between the mountains, swimming like snakes, making Xianjiang's face a little ugly.

A deafening sound was heard, and the mountain suddenly exploded. Wu Gan shot out of the shattered mountain, his body flowing upward

The golden juice kept dripping into the air. Although he broke the hill, he also suffered a lot of injuries.

Stepping on the falling flint, Wu Jian was like a nimble ape, rushing towards the Xianjiang River in the air. Another hill fell from the sky, and Wu Gan, who was unavoidable, was pressed back to the ground again.

Another hill collapsed, and Wu Qian jumped out of the mountain again. In this way, he was suppressed to the ground again and again, and jumped into the air again and again.

Finally, Wu Gan came to the densest and thickest red clouds and came to the head of the Xianjiang River.

Looking at this big face that shook the sky and surged like a sea of blood, Wu Yan finally felt a little powerless for the first time. Although his own soul power is purer than Xianjiang, the other party's strength is strong. Standing under the clouds, those blood-red turbulences, like huge waves, constantly bombarded and squeezed Wu Gan.

The soul power was rapidly draining, and the light of Wu Gan's body was slowly dimming, like a dead leaf scattered in the wind.

The broken knife in his hand seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, difficult to move, getting closer and closer to the face of Xianjiang, but it seemed that it could never get closer.

The black dog roared furiously, its black jaws opening and closing, biting at these invisible obstacles.

Wu Gen drifted with the storm and slowly accumulated his strength. Finally, at the moment when the two turbulent currents collided, Wu Gan finally found an opportunity and jumped, the first time he was so close to Xianjiang's face, but he was a few feet away and could no longer get close.

"Bite him." Wu Yan yelled angrily, angry at his powerlessness.

The black dog's body jumped violently, and the black smoke connected to the broken knife in the back half became slender, but it finally reached Xianjiang's face.

Poof, the black dog bit on Xianjiang's nose fiercely, and the three heads tore hard, and finally pulled a big mouthful of red clouds down.

With a bang, the black dog swallowed the red cloud into its belly. It was originally an illusion, but in this world constructed by soul power, it was real.

"Look for death." For the first time, Xianjiang became angry. The red clouds on the horizon rushed towards this place quickly, and the blood-red dust mist collided and entangled, turning into a huge palm.

The palm of his hand rolled up with the remnant clouds, destroying everything in front of him with an unstoppable momentum, and came to Wu Gan's body.

Anthuriums descend from the sky, carrying a powerful momentum. In the palm of his hand, there was Wu Gan, the size of an ant, who struggled to escape but could not escape.

The earth trembled, and the anthurium fell on the soft ground like a swamp filled with magma, and the magma and rubble flew towards the sky, leaving only a huge palm print, deep into the ground.

After a long time, the ground finally stopped undulating, the rain-like flints stopped falling, and the noisy world became quiet.

Xianjiang's face became calm, but the gap on his nose couldn't be eliminated, and he had to sigh that in just a few years, this young man who had been played with by himself finally became a little awkward.

But that's it, it's just a trick.

A bubble came out from under the palm print, popped open, and a faint but arrogant voice was heard, "Lao Tzu is not dead yet."

Xianjiang frowned slightly, and his anthurium curled up and grabbed the ground. As long as Wu Yan couldn't leave this Divine Soul Space, he would have a way to consume the other party little by little.

At this moment, there was a sound of rustling all around, like rats hiding in the corner of the wall and gnawing on the wall.

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