I don't know when it began, but a remote edge of the Battlefield of Despair has become a little different from before.

In the midst of a swamp as scarlet as blood, there was a large black expanse like a spider's web.

It is a tentacle of vines like the root system of a large tree, deeply rooted in the swamp that seems to be flesh and blood.

In addition, there are dense winged demon insects, swimming happily among the tentacles of vines.

The winged demon worm and the black-scaled tentacles formed a kind of symbiotic relationship between the two sides.

Or to put it another way, the vine tentacles divide the swamp into patches, like a contiguous fertile field.

The Flying Winged Demon Worm is a crop that is raised in the field, and a batch is harvested when it is mature, the time interval is getting shorter and shorter, the number of breeding is getting larger and larger, and it continues to expand in all directions, until it reaches the limit of the safe zone opened up by the raft of the world, and it can be regarded as a temporary stop.

There are some intelligent but not many dragon beasts, which perfectly play the role of livestock.

Under the leadership of the ghostly touch, they worked hard in the fields, doing all kinds of chores, making the expansion of the winged demon insects and blackscale tentacles much smoother.

During this period, there were occasional Overseers who were wandered here, or warriors under the command of the Nethergod Lord, who were all cleaned up by them, and it could be regarded as a dozen rare tooth sacrifices for themselves after hard work.

Wei Tao didn't care about this.

Since discovering the Demon Worm and spending a lot of effort to transform it, these well-behaved and cute little things have become his staple food.

As for the Overseers and the Gloomy Warriors who had been corrupted by the Battlefield of Despair, he didn't even bother to look at them now.

It can be used as feed for dragon beasts, which can be regarded as waste utilization, and it is unnecessary to clean them up.

Wei Tao remained motionless, standing in the center of the entire area.

After a moment, he slowly stretched out a finger and took a drop of liquid from a distance.

Watch as it rolls back and forth between your fingers, giving off a cloudy and chaotic aura.

A winged demon insect flew quietly, sucked the scarlet water droplet into its mouth, and then lay motionless in its palm.

Wei Tao closed his eyes and carefully comprehended the perception.

The expression on his face changes over time.

In the end, it all turned into a smile of sudden joy.

Boom!

After a moment of silence, he suddenly stepped out.

After entering the battlefield of despair, for the first time, he left the raft and came to the blood-colored clouds that rolled and surged above.

Boom!!

Scarlet rain poured down.

Without the protection of a safe space, his whole body was covered in an instant.

Wei Tao's eyes flickered, and he could clearly sense that the chaotic energy aura contained in the blood rain was entering his body through his skin, trying to erode and affect his spirit and body.

As a large number of winged demon insects rose into the air, they turned into a dark cloud and enveloped him firmly, instantly isolating almost all the blood-colored liquid beads, and were devoured and absorbed by these black insects that fluttered their wings in unison halfway.

These demon insects are different from the previous ones.

Although the size has not changed much, under the original pair of wings, there are two more rows of hollow spikes, which look much more hideous and ugly.

After devouring and absorbing the blood rain, they expelled a nearly undetectable gray hairspring through the spike holes under the wings, which quickly dissipated outside the body, and no trace of it could be found.

"Sure enough."

"The clouds above, the swamp below, the two seem exactly the same, but the breath contained inside is still slightly different.

Perhaps this is the key to the fact that when I was absorbed through the transformation of the Winged Demon Worm before, the devouring and absorbing efficiency was not high, and it was often affected by erosion.

Before I can really find this difference, I can only try to expand the scope of the safe space of the raft to isolate the changes in the swamp environment from the red clouds and blood rain, but after all, there is an existence that is difficult to overcome. ”

Wei Tao took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "After the transformation of the second layer, I have successfully evolved a demon insect that can transform and absorb blood rain at the same time, so that I don't have to be confined to space limitations, even if I don't have the isolation protection of the raft of the world, I can also transform and absorb it through the second generation of flying winged demon insects."

In this way, the black-scaled tentacles can continue to expand outward, and there will hardly be any restrictions, which is the right way to accumulate resources and increase strength. ”

The ghost touch had just disposed of a lone overseer, and was watching those dragon beasts rush up and happily share the food, but the whole person froze in place without warning.

The flesh swamp beneath his feet seemed to be surging and trembling stronger and stronger.

He was amazed and immediately went out to investigate.

After a while, the ghostly touch suddenly discovered that the black-scaled tentacles that were deeply rooted in the swamp had broken through the safe space opened up by the raft of the world, and began a new round of expansion in all directions.

The Flying Wing Demon Worm followed closely behind, surrounding the black-scaled tentacles left and right, quickly impregnating the virgin land that had not yet been "cultivated" in the outside world into a black and red mixed color.

Since the first drop of Crimson liquid dropped.

The torrential rain will connect the upper and lower parts as one.

Thick to the point of substance, the color of blood envelops all areas as far as the eye can see.

Over time.

Far from ceased, the rain of blood became more and more intense.

Visibility is also drastically reduced.

It was as if everything was covered with a dark red curtain, and no matter what you looked at, it was hazy, as if you had fallen into the depths of the Bloody Hell Illusion.

And in the midst of the red, more and more ink colors silently appeared.

If you look down from a high place, it looks like a black snake swimming in a meandering way, intertwined and intertwined from end to end, and it can be seen that it occupies a larger space with the naked eye.

It's like an invisible giant spider, spinning silk and weaving webs in the dark red swamp, endlessly expanding its territory.

Wei Tao stood on top of a flat boat, standing solemnly as if he had turned into a statue.

I don't know how long it took, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky where the red clouds were surging and the blood was pouring down.

"This unprecedented feeling of fullness makes the whole person feel like soaking in a hot spring rich in nutrients, and every breath is swallowing up countless energy breaths."

Wei Tao sighed leisurely, and a faint golden light quietly flashed in front of him.

Status bar exercise interface.

Name: Hongmeng Daoti.

Progress: Five hundred and thirty.

Status: Forty-three paragraphs broken.

Description: Hongmeng is beginning to open, and the world is reversed.

"Whether to consume a gold coin to improve the progress of Hongmeng Dao Body cultivation."

"A lot of effort and accumulation have been made in the early stage, just for the arrival of this moment."

Wei Tao sighed again, and nodded towards the yes option without hesitation.

Rumble!!!

A mysterious aura descends on the body.

Attracting the energy breath that was so full that it was almost about to explode, it began to improve the Hongmeng Dao body from the inside out.

In the next period of time, the gold coins in the status bar disappeared one by one, leading various changes to the depths again and again.

Even the black-scaled tentacles rooted in the depths of the blood-colored swamp were very different from before, and began to exude an increasingly mysterious and mysterious aura.

Spectral Touch stopped what he was doing.

He sensed the spontaneous changes in his body, and his eyes were full of irrepressible joy.

His Majesty was silent for a while, and finally began to improve his strength again.

Even with him, he got great benefits.

Even if he didn't do anything, or even did not practice any retreat, the cultivation realm actually rose to the top, and he was even about to touch the existence of the seventh layer of shackles.

In the center of a massive web of black-scaled tentacles.

Where all the turmoil in the Scarlet Swamp lies.

Wei Tao took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, and his spiritual consciousness quietly spread outward.

The black-scaled tentacles crisscrossed until the entire inky web was completely enveloped.

At this moment, the blood web inside his body and the inky cobwebs that occupied a large swamp were seamlessly blended as if there was no difference, forming some kind of incomparably wonderful relationship.

Starting with the dark gold crystals in the holes, the majestic power cycled back and forth according to the size of the week, and even the black-scaled tentacles that were deeply rooted in the swamp also breathed.

Quietly, a gold coin was thrown in again.

Wei Tao looked inside the blood web holes, and the appearance was inky spider webs.

The essence and spirit are integrated, and the strength of the whole body gathers in one place.

With the help of the mysterious aura, the Hongmeng Dao body has opened a deeper change.

The blood network in the body has become more and more complex and complex.

Correspondingly, the black-scaled tentacles rooted in the swamp are also accelerating their evolution in a more mysterious and mysterious direction in the process of continuous outward expansion.

Little by little, time passed.

New dark gold crystals coalesced and formed.

Then a new change was added.

Wei Tao slowly sank down and posed in the red line fist starting pose when he first entered the martial arts.

Airplanes!!!

The inexplicable rhythm is derived from the crystal of the acupoint, and it quickly swims into the blood network in the body.

Even all the black-scaled tentacles, and even the blood-colored swamp that was occupied, began to fluctuate more and more violently.

The result is a magnificent and vast co-production resonance.

Everything began to intertwine and merge at a deeper level, and the life level continued to climb to a higher level.

And in the process of similar resonance, it also starts with the various acupoints, and the power aura gradually converges along the main trunk of the blood network, and then opens up more tributaries at the end of the blood network.

At this moment, Wei Tao was inexplicably a little stunned, as if he was no longer in the desperate battlefield beyond the cliff, but returned to the sparkling waves of time and space.

The long river of time and space flows through the ages, diverging countless tributaries ahead, indicating that the future has infinite possibilities.

The rear is gradually reunited and unified, symbolizing the historical past that once took place.

The long river of time and space, the blood network acupoints, more and more show the similarities.

Wei Tao has forgotten both things, and even forgot the passage of time.

Click!

It wasn't until an indiscernible sound, along with the strange sensation of soaring through the sky, that he was awakened from this state.

Quietly, the status bar appeared again.

Name: Hongmeng Daoti.

Progress: Six hundred and ten.

Status: Fifty-one sections broken.

Description: Hongmeng is beginning to open, and the world is reversed.

"Whether to consume a status bar gold coin to improve the progress of Hongmeng Dao body cultivation."

Wei Tao still maintained the red line fist starting style, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, but he did not swallow the majestic energy breath like just now.

Only a smaller and smaller trickle was still passing along the black-scaled tentacles, and little by little it did not enter the Hongmeng Dao body that was in urgent need of nutritional supplements.

"Before I knew it, I had opened the eighth shackle."

This feeling is not only the ease of breaking free from the shackles, but also the vague sight of the endless haze ahead.

There is also a heavy pressure that seems to be real, but it doesn't seem to exist, and it is silently oppressed from the depths of that haze. ”

"Such a contradictory realization even gave me a strange feeling of being at a loss."

Wei Tao sighed secretly and slowly straightened up.

He looked around, looking for the reason why he couldn't draw energy.

As far as the eye could see, Wei Tao couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, and his eyes showed a light of surprise and surprise.

Dry and decayed, lifeless.

With the raft as the center, all the places covered by black-scaled tentacles, the blood-colored swamp seemed to have become a desperate domain, and it was no longer the sticky, dense, and surging scene it had before.

It's like a broken wound in the human body that is completely necrotic, and even loses its vitality due to the extreme loss of flesh and blood.

Even the dark red clouds above the head look much thinner than in other areas.

The blood rain that fell was no longer pouring down, but turned into a continuous drizzle fluttering and falling, and even had a tendency to disperse and rain.

"This area has been wiped clean, and it is not known how long it will take to recuperate before it can be restored to its original ecological environment.

It seems that we have to start anew, and even have to carry out a deeper transformation of the black scale tentacles and flying wing demon insects, otherwise it will be difficult to support the follow-up improvement of the Hongmeng Dao body. ”

Wei Tao sighed with emotion secretly, and began to retract the black-scaled tentacles inward, not forgetting to squeeze out the last bit of residual value of this swamp before leaving, and make up for the deficit that had not been fully made up after the body had just been raised.

He knew that the higher the level of limit-breaking ascension, the greater the change in consumption caused, but he didn't expect it to be so large.

In order to break the eighth shackle, almost all of the blood-colored swamp in a large area was sucked dry.

Even so, there was a gap that required him to hurry up and hunt for food, and then open a new pasture to support himself.

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Desperate battlefields, bloody swamps.

There is no downpour of blood here.

Instead, it was shrouded in a thick red mist.

It seems to be covered in layers of blood-colored gauze in the void, giving people a terrifying and strange hazy feeling.

A team stealthily marches through the fog.

Suddenly, a figure quietly appeared, ghostly in front of the team.

"The assassin general, his subordinates have just received a summons from the soldiers who went out to reconnoitre, and they seem to have discovered a rather strange situation."

"Weird is right, it means we're in the right place, at least after discovering the anomaly, and getting here sooner than those cold, stiff killing machines."

"Also, you've just entered this room, don't make too much of a fuss about it."

The assassination will pause, and his voice will be calm, "The battlefield of despair is complex and chaotic, and any situation can occur, and any strange thing can happen, so you must always maintain a calm mind in order to calmly deal with all kinds of sudden crises." ”

"Yes, my subordinates know, thank you for mentioning it."

The Assassin General nodded, "Tell me, what did the Shadow Warrior who went out to scout find?" ”

"Returning to the Killers, they have discovered a vast expanse of Boundland, and according to the information we marked earlier, it should have been part of the Scarlet Swamp, but now it has dried up and decayed, and has completely become a dead place without any blood."

"Oh?"

"It's still happening."

"No wonder as we set off, those cold and stiff guys also moved, and they seemed to be attracted by the change in the blood-colored swamp."

The assassin general was thoughtful and casually asked, "How big is that dead land?" ”

"The two reconnaissance teams have been operating separately for a short time, and it seems that they have not found the edge of the dead place until their subordinates came to report just now."

The Ghost Touch Killer frowned slightly, "The elite warriors who went out to reconnoitre, with their speed, they haven't found the edge of the dead land for so long?" ”

"Is it because the size of the Dead Land is too large to even exceed our estimates, or is it because they have been blocked by the long river of time and space, and they can no longer pass on any news?"

"Lord Killer, please wait a moment, and my subordinates will contact them to see what the situation is."

But the Assassin General didn't respond, he just stared motionless into the depths of the blood-covered fog.

It seems that a faint rumbling sound is still being heard, which is quietly passing through the red mist.

"What the hell is it?"

The Assassin will hold his breath and perceive it deeply.

But in the next moment, his eyes narrowed sharply.

In the center of the pupils, which suddenly contracted, a small boat appeared suddenly.

Without warning, they came near.

A man on the boat, wearing a hat and a robe, was slowly looking up, casting a curious glance at them.

At the same time, there was a laughing voice that quietly sounded in the ears of the assassin.

"It seems that we are lucky to find some snacks to make up for a little bit before opening up a new ranch."

"You ......"

The assassin general opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't even say a word.

Because as the boat stopped, a strong pressure came first, and even the vast blood mist settled and solidified for it.

"The lone wanderer who opened the eighth shackle and opened the path to the gods!?"

The ghostly touch general stared at the figure of the hat, and his mind instantly became blank because of fear.

(End of chapter)