Swish~

The original area of Xuanyin Mountain has now turned into a blood-colored lake covering thousands of miles, and an illusory blood lotus floats on it.

And the moment the blood lotus appeared, the blood lake rolled out of overlapping waves and surged towards it frantically.

After a short moment, the blood lake disappeared completely, leaving only an illusory blood lotus standing on top of the pitch-black abyss out of thin air, and even the originally red sky returned to normal, as if everything had returned to its original state.

But Qingyang Zhenjun knew that this was just a prelude to the storm.

Through the news of Gu Jiancheng, a guest from Middle Earth, he naturally learned that the original strength of the Shura clone in front of him was not a primordial baby, but a real god!

After all, Shura is a terrifying alien race that lives in the boundless sea of blood, once he becomes an adult, he can automatically condense the Blood Sea Yuan God, and has the top combat power of the god of transformation, even if it is just a clone, ordinary god of transformation is not an opponent!

If it weren't for the fact that he was the top sword cultivator in the world, the Taiyi Immortal Sword Gate, one of the nine major forces of the Immortal Alliance, the god Tianzun behind the Taiyi Immortal Sword Gate, cut off the top three flowers with a sword, and knocked it down to the Yuanying realm, let alone use the sect's spiritual domain to compete with it, I am afraid that a face will be refined into a blood god son!

"You get out of here first." Qingyang Zhenjun did not preemptively make a move, but turned back to Changqing Zhenjun and the others.

Now they are not in the Qingyun Sect region, and they don't have the help of three thousand years of heritage, if they really fight, Qingyang Zhenjun thinks that he can't even protect them, so he has to send them away first.

But then again, why did that Senior Brother Lin suddenly disappear? I'm sure he's still alive, but why hasn't he been able to find out where he is lately? Thinking of this, Qingyang Zhenjun couldn't help frowning.

Even if the other party is quite mysterious, but after all, he is the true disciple of the Qingyun Sect, not to mention that the other party has made great efforts to protect himself by breaking through the Yuan Infant, and it is impossible for Qingyang Zhenjun to really sit idly by.

But now at this critical juncture, the other party disappeared as if he had disappeared.

'Forget it, there's no time to think about it that much, we have to send the others out first. Qingyang Zhenjun retracted his thoughts, and his hands moved without pause.

Changqing Zhenren nodded, he also knew that the Jindan Monk was no different from a bigger ant on such a battlefield, and staying would only affect Qingyang Zhenjun, so it was naturally better to leave early.

"Good! Then next, I'll send you ......" Qingyang Zhenjun was saying, but he suddenly paused, because he saw Changqing Zhenjun's eyes suddenly widen, and his face showed a look of shock.

The other party did it?!

Qingyang Zhenjun's face changed, but why didn't he have the slightest sense?!

He turned his head suddenly, only to see that the illusory blood lotus, I don't know when, had quietly bloomed, but it was silent, as if it was just a flower that suddenly bloomed, giving people a feeling of returning to the basics.

But what made Qingyang Zhenjun feel terrified was that the one sitting in the blood lotus was not the blood demon monster who fought in the past, but the naked...... Taiyin Old Devil!

What's the situation?!

Qingyang Zhenjun's pupils shrank.

Isn't it that the old demon of Taiyin did not die, but was enslaved by the blood demon in front of him?

No, no, the breath is completely wrong, definitely not him!

Before Qingyang Zhenjun could figure out what was going on, the bloodied 'Taiyin Old Demon' brazenly made a move.

I saw that he raised his right hand and pressed it into the air, and then, he left a bloody handprint in the air.

And what is terrifying is that the red bloody handprint did not disappear, but instead moved strangely, spreading out to the surroundings, as if an invisible person was making a mark with a bloody hand.

Even the Qingyang True Monarch's Flame Dao Domain, the surging sea of fire, began to dissipate one by one after coming into contact with the Blood Handprint.

Subsequently, this dense bloody handprint completely surrounded Qingyang Zhenjun and the others.

Every bloody handprint exuded an extremely rich evil aura and curse, and any monk who didn't reach the golden pill would probably die if he touched it!

"Ancestor!"

"Senior brother!"

Seeing this, the remaining Qingyun Sect cultivators' faces changed drastically and shouted.

Although there was nothing in front of them in their senses, looking at this dense and impenetrable strange blood mark that surrounded them for hundreds of meters, it was a person who could sense the next crisis!

Qingyang Zhenjun's face was gloomy and terrifying, golden flames ignited in his pupils, his whole body seemed to be burning, and the surging sea of fire raged out, forming a small sun in the entire heaven and earth!

But what he didn't expect was that the golden-red sea of fire raged away, but every bloody handprint exuded a yin and evil aura that eroded all things at this moment, and under the superposition of tens of thousands of blood marks, it actually forcefully offset the surging sea of fire!

Not only did the sea of fire fail to erase these strange handprints, on the contrary, under the light of the flames, countless people emerged in the blink of an eye between the originally empty heaven and earth.

They were men and women, of all ages, some covered in blood, some with mutilated bodies, and some even inhuman, leaving only a mass of flesh and blood......

And what is even more surprising is that many of them are wearing the costumes of Xuanyin Sect or Qingyun Sect, these people ...... It's tens of thousands of monks who have just died in the Great Collapse!

As if sensing the gaze of the living, these countless dead souls raised their 'heads' in unison, staring at Qingyang Zhenjun and the others with empty and dead eyes, and then they all stretched out their bloody hands, as if they wanted to turn the living into one of them!

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, the sky that had originally returned to normal once again appeared at this time!

And in this blood-colored canopy, countless densely packed, overlapping, cold and silent dead people are all issuing the most resentful curses to them, wanting to pull these remaining living people into that boundless death!

"It's a spell - the Dementor Channel?!" At this moment, it seemed that he had understood something, and Qingyang Zhenjun's face was shocked and angry.

He vaguely understood that the other party didn't know what means to use, learned, or imitated, the natal spell of the Taiyin Old Demon, and launched this attack.

But whether it is learning or imitating, it must require a certain amount of wisdom as a premise, at the beginning of the battle in the Qingyun Sect, even the cunning of the beast may not be comparable to the Shura clone, for some reason, wisdom was born.

And the most important thing is that even the original him has to need Qingyang True Monarch to fuse Qingyun Essence to deal with it, not to mention that it is born with wisdom, even if it is only after a little weaker!

Just when Qingyang True Monarch wanted to understand this, the terrifying curse that was mixed with the resentful souls of thousands of monks, as well as the terrifying sea of blood, was finally formed so thick that it could not be dissolved, and it attacked everyone blatantly!

At this moment, all the monks, including Qingyang Zhenjun, only felt as if they had fallen into a boundless blood, and there were even more unknown souls around them who were staring at them!

"No!" Even though there was the protection of the Dao domain of Qingyang True Monarch, it was only a short moment later, and there were casualties.

I saw an injured mid-foundation monk let out a terrible wail at first, then the entire skin quickly turned pale, and the body turned into a dry corpse in an instant, and finally, a blood-colored resentful spirit similar to the other dead emerged from the dry corpse, and it also stared at the only remaining living!

It is a terrible curse that turns the monk into a part of the curse, thus strengthening it.

If you can't fight or even eliminate the curse in the first place, with the passage of time and the expansion of casualties, its power will be stacked to a terrifying level, and by the last person, you will be cursed by thousands of dead!

Qingyang Zhenjun naturally understands this, but at this time, he is also unable to protect himself.

He only felt a cold that penetrated deep into his bone marrow, and even the flames could not expel it, eroded his body, and even his soul.

What made him even more frightened was that every frame of the past in his memory began to be dyed with blood, and even Lin Chen and the others in his memory were bleeding and his eyes were blank, turning into dead deceased, and they all stretched out their bloody hands to him!

Qingyang True Monarch was sure that as long as this blood-colored scene occupied all his memories, then he himself would probably be refined into the Yuan Infant Blood Demon in this boundless sea of blood!

At this moment, the blood demon monster that has developed a trace of wisdom and learned to imitate others has brought out a part of the horror of the legendary Blood Sea Shura!

These terrifying alien races already have extremely terrifying talents, and when they have the ability to imitate and learn from human beings, even if they are seriously injured, their combat power will be even higher!

Under such a life-and-death crisis, Qingyang Zhenjun could no longer care about his face, and hysterically looked up to the sky and shouted: "Fellow Daoist of Middle Earth, if you don't make a move at this time, when will you wait!" ”

The next moment, the thousands of blood souls around Qingyang Zhenjun suddenly froze, and I didn't know when, a sword mark suddenly appeared on his body, and then the brush dissipated.

Then, a figure quietly appeared in front of Qingyang Zhenjun and the others.

He stretched out his right hand, put it on his chest, shook it in the air, and said lightly: "The sword is coming." ”

In an instant, the clear sword roar resounded for thousands of miles, and there was a bright sword light shining on the heavens and the earth!

(End of chapter)