"Perhaps... Boundless sea of blood! ”

While thinking about it, Chen Yi suddenly came up with an idea in his mind: if this drop of weak water of the Yellow Spring was fused with the boundless sea of blood, would it bring unexpected surprises?

"If I can't keep it, can I turn into a second yellow spring in the Xuanqi World?"

He couldn't help but lick his lips.

Immediately took action, he has always been a character who does whatever he thinks, mainly with the backing of the young girl, even if he really pierces the sky, it doesn't matter.

This is the difference between three generations of business and a ten-year cold window.

The former can boldly try many new things, and failure is a big deal to start over, while the latter can't afford to lose, dare not gamble, and the chances of getting ahead are naturally more.

Abandon distracting thoughts, keep the mourning platform clear, and breathe after a hundred breaths.

Chen Yi took a deep breath, crushed the jade bottle, and in an instant, a stream of yin and evil energy overflowed, and after a while, a response from the filth to the filth came from under the sea of blood.

"Boom!"

The weak water of the Yellow Spring dripped, as if throwing a stone into the calm lake, rippling and rippling in circles, and the eyes of the sea of blood swirled in a whirlpool, separating a vacuum.

The blood water of the floating slaughter enveloped the weak water of the Yellow Spring.

Two equally extremely negative wills, testing each other and fearing each other, but neither of them took the initiative to provoke the other, and finally showed the trend of the well water not violating the river water.

A drop of weak water from the Yellow Spring is still too small, and more importantly, the sea of blood is not an idle existence, the two are comparable, and pollution and assimilation are basically unrealistic.

The most ideal situation is that the original scope of the blood sea is divided into two, half of which belongs to the Yellow Spring and half to the blood sea, but Chen Yi is already very satisfied with this.

"At least it means that my idea works."

"That's enough."

"You can't be too greedy, be content."

He retracted his gaze, his consciousness withdrew from the Xuan Xuan Realm, and said to himself: "I'm afraid that my Xuan Xuan World is not going to become the second Netherworld... Ha. ”

And then.

He himself was amused by the thought.

Let's not talk about it for now.

The reason why the Netherworld has been prosperous for a long time and even grows day by day is not because of some ghosts and evil spirits, but because of the laws of the earth and the six reincarnations it manifests.

Neither of these two things is involved in the ability of a quasi-god.

It's not okay to become an immortal after crossing the catastrophe!

But...

Chen Yi had a faint premonition, always feeling that the white fox face could do this for him.

Blind and unwarranted faith.

In fact, up to now, he already has a vague guess about the white fox's face, but that level is too high, so high that even he doesn't dare to think about it.

Even he questioned in his heart, how could that level possibly look at himself?

This has nothing to do with inferiority, he is not a self-effacing person, how to say, just like you, as a person, will never fall in love with an ant.

Even if that ant was cultivated by your own hands.

Let's put it bluntly.

Your identity is that of a poor student.

You will be excited to be taken by the school girl in the school; You will be honored to be favored by the president of a listed company; Being favored by the king of a country, you will suddenly feel like a dream.

Further up the immortal gods will make you honestly afraid, but you can also slowly adapt.

That.

What if it's Nuwa Niangniang? What if He was older than Nuwa Niangniang?

It's scary.

Chen Yi, who didn't want to be too entangled in this matter, rubbed his eyebrows lightly, and then, his thoughts turned, anyway, the love of the white fox face doesn't seem to be fake, besides, let it go.

His mood gradually calmed down, he looked at the southeast in the distance, and in his deep eyes, his essence flashed:

"It's time to close the net."