Chapter 421: Tears Like a River of Blood

The bloodline inheritance has always been the older the stronger.

But the more this is the case, the more some Tianjiao don't like such chains.

It's just that some people can't touch the realm of their ancestors in their lifetime, so they will tirelessly pursue the ancient bloodline.

This is not uncommon in the desolate world.

In particular, under the inheritance of today's demon clan, there are many demon kings and demon generals, and without a master and master, they can only explore and pursue their own bloodline.

"Bloodline is a constraint and a guide."

"But in the end, it's just a cage, even if it's in a non-simple bloodline."

"That's right!"

Seeing that Lin Long's jaw was in agreement, the Tongtian Sect Master put away the Zhuxian Sword Array, and he didn't target this blood wind, but said eagerly, "Since there is a demon saint behind this blood wind, what do we say now, we should also go and see it!" ”

Coming to the realm of gods and demons for nearly a thousand years, it was the first time that the two of them had seen the traces of the demon saint.

Demon Saint or something, whether it is Lin Long or Tongtian, it is definitely a joy to see the hunt.

The quasi-saint mixed yuan has won too much, and now Lin Long and the others can't wait to think about it, capture a few demon saints, and explore the root of this god and demon world.

"Dragon God, why don't we go and meet this one together, if you have a chance......"

After being with Lin Long for a long time, Tongtian still can't see that Lin Long's cultivation is not just a mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

Besides, with the Zhuxian Sword Array in his hand, he didn't see one or two demon saints in his eyes.

It's just that Tongtian thinks that if he wants to take down this demon saint silently, I'm afraid that he has to borrow Lin Long's hand, and the two of them will have a chance together.

"It's fine."

The two of them who had made up their minds no longer went all over the world to find any strange quasi-saint mixed yuan, but faintly followed around this strong wind, and kept following closely behind, wanting to find the owner of this bloody wind.

It took more than ten days for the blood wind to blow.

When this bloody wind finally faded away, it completely blew back from this heaven and earth within a radius of one hundred thousand miles.

Lin Long and the others followed closely behind, and finally searched for about a hundred and ten days, and finally found the original source of this blood wind in an extremely hidden and vicious place.

Such a bloody wind, at the beginning, was actually a river of blood, and there were no hollows of tens of zhang in size between the cliffs, and the wind naturally blew out.

It's very subtle and unscientific.

"This river of blood, this cliff, there seems to be nothing wrong with it."

Hidden figure, standing on the Evil Gorge, the Tongtian Sect Master saw through the true face of this Blood River and the Evil Gorge at a glance, and there were indeed many remnants of the meaning of the Blood Dao, but if you want to say that there are powerful creatures, there is not half of it.

At most, it is only a few of the various swimming fish and aquatic creatures that can survive in this blood river that stretches and turns for an unknown number of miles.

These creatures are as powerful as golden immortals, but to say that they can control the blood-colored wind is probably delusional.

"Tongtian, do you think that this river of blood looks like human eyes?"

"What?"

Tongtian didn't understand what Lin Long wanted to say for the first time.

However, when he opened his eyes and photographed everything within a radius of thousands of miles, he suddenly realized that this river of blood was not one, but there was another one farther away, and the two rivers of blood and the surrounding boundaries were pictographed, which was really like blood and tears flowing from under the two eyelids.

The cliff wall that is thousands of feet high, stretching and criss-crossing, is actually a pair of eyelids......

Even those large cavities can be pores on the eyelids.

"Could it be that a very powerful creature was completely destroyed here, and then formed naturally? No, he's not dead! ”

Trailing all the way down the Blood River, the Tongtian Sect Master soon discovered something even more bizarre, a mountain, a crater-like arc.

There is nothing unusual about such a mountain range, but the strange thing is that in the very center of the ring mountain range, there is actually a blood lake of thousands of miles in size, which is constantly gushing and rising, and the rhythm of the continuous beating between breaths makes the Tongtian Sect Master see at a glance that this is a heartbeat.

The heart rises and falls, like mountains and rivers.

When you reach the realm of Daluo, if you suddenly disappear, leaving behind a body of flesh and blood, it is possible to turn into a spiritual realm, a mountain range, lake and sea.

If it was a powerful quasi-saint hybrid element, or even a saint demon saint, it would not be strange for such an existence to be transformed into a world or a heaven and earth.

The scene in front of him, in Tongtian's eyes, was like a demon saint, half unfallen.

"What do you think, Dragon God!"

"Standing!"

I'm not Yuan Fang, what can I think. The Demon Saint in front of him, at first glance, although he had lost his detached charm, covering up the deterrence of suppressing the heavens and the earth, and even the Yuan Ling Mana didn't know where it went, but in fact, Lin Long felt that this "corpse" was not the real body of the Demon Saint.

Otherwise, no matter how much time passes, and if time invades vigorously, it is impossible for the Demon Saint Dao to turn into such a stubborn stone and a lake of blood.

It's not that it's too supernatural, it's too bad.

If the Demon Saint in front of him was the Quasi-Saint Mixed Yuan who fell here and turned into such a vision, Lin Long felt that it was still very different.

"Don't be joking, I always feel that this Demon Saint is not like a Demon Saint, but a bit like a kind of snake and insect genus, a pair of skin that has faded off."

"That's a very prescient statement."

Xu saw the persistence in Tongtian's eyes, Lin Long took a little bit of it, and took a pool of blood from the blood lake in the circular mountain range, and then his body swayed slightly, and there was a deep sense of darkness, gloom, and poignancy suddenly arose.

The next breath was not waiting for the Tongtian Sect Master to inquire what Lin Long wanted to do.

Lin Longzhou's body, in the 1.296 billion pores, each of them gushed out a colorful breath, which was absolutely sweet and charming at first glance, but in essence, it was full of cold and dark poison.

This is the rhyme of the Dao, the law, and the meaning of the Dharma that can faintly connect the heavens and the earth.

It is also the Yin Ming Dao that Lin Long has comprehended with the help of the quasi-saint mixed elements of the gods and demons realm for thousands of years, which is the most in line with the avenue of the demon god realm.

With this avenue as a connection, Lin Long can use the causal magic power to trace the source, and naturally he can indirectly shield the heaven and earth induction, and leave the heavenly opportunity.

Trace the bloodline!

With a pool of blood and water in his hand, with the perfect law of cause and effect in his body, with the Yin Ming Avenue as the system, accompanied by a Yin Ming power that penetrated the heavens and the earth, burst out from Lin Long's body, the surrounding three thousand miles of dark clouds were dispersed, and the infinite Dharma was singing and roaring.