Late autumn is the harvest season.

Before the sect of Tianzong, there was a depression.

The Scarlet Killing God completely controlled this space, and the people of the Sword Trial Pavilion, including the Three Princes, were frozen on the ground and lost the ability to resist.

The blood-colored mist rolled and roared, with the grief of the will of the undead, shrouded the heavens and the earth. That endless desolation and sorrow weighed heavily on everyone's heart like an invisible shackle.

The blood-colored killing god walked towards the disciple of the Heavenly Sect, his footsteps carried a breathtaking power, and there was no fluctuation in a pair of blood-red eyes.

"None of you can escape, so let's sink in hell together. ”

As soon as the blood-colored god-killing spear was pointed, the blood cloud devoured towards the people of the Heavenly Sect.

"Senior Brother Chen, don't you remember us. Several disciples of the Heavenly Sect shouted loudly.

They rushed forward, trying to awaken Chen Pingzhi's memory.

The essence of the blood-colored killing god was still Chen Pingzhi's appearance, which made them feel unreal.

"He's not Chen Pingzhi, he's the fierce spirit in the Blood Cloud Cold Spear. Elder Sun shouted loudly.

He witnessed the battle between Chen Pingzhi and Ruan Ruan, and now Chen Pingzhi was completely controlled by the Blood Cloud Cold Spear.

The Scarlet Killing God looked indifferently at the few people who rushed up, and he stretched out his huge palm and swept it sideways.

The tremendous force knocked the bodies of several disciples into the air, and they spurted blood from their mouths and fell to the ground, their hearts filled with despair.

"They all retreated to the sect. Shen Hetian ignored his injuries and struggled to his feet.

As if he understood his intentions, the Scarlet Killing God thrust his spear in front of the mountain gate, sealing the escape route for everyone.

"Darkness is coming, the altars of hell are about to be opened, and your blood is the best sacrifice. ”

With a wave of the blood-colored killing god's big hand, the blood cloud completely enveloped everyone, and the crowd of the Sword Trial Pavilion gathered together.

The grief of the dead soul in the blood cloud brought a spiritual impact to people, and while everyone was suffering, the pain of tearing on their skin came from it.

"My hand ......," someone screamed in horror.

The skin of his arm began to fester, revealing Sensen's white bones.

The surrounding crowd was horrified to find that the blood cloud was also devouring their bodies, and they immediately screamed in a miserable voice.

They tried to escape from the blood cloud, but the space seemed to be confined, and countless blood-red tentacles stretched out from the viscous mist, wrapping around their bodies and speeding up the devouring speed.

Ahhh

The crowd let out a wail, like the undead they had seen before, tumbling and sinking in the clouds of blood.

Everyone fell into great fear, and in the face of life and death, no matter how firm their Dao hearts were, they couldn't control their emotions.

There is a lot of grief in the blood cloud, this kind of torture from ** to the soul is painful.

The three princes are in the crowd, and the situation is also not optimistic. His robes lit up with a faint glow, resisting the onslaught of blood clouds.

This high-level defensive magic weapon gradually lost its luster under the corrosion of the blood cloud. The energy contained in the robe is limited and will eventually be depleted over time.

He was full of ambition and came to take in the Heavenly Sect, but he didn't expect to run into trouble here.

In the face of such an unrivaled force, his share could not change his fate.

The third prince did not regret his reckless decision, he underestimated the strength of the other party, and also buried his future.

There is no end to people's **.

The fulfillment of a wish inevitably leads to a new goal.

The drive of ** will make people lose accurate judgment and incur irreparable disasters for themselves.

The blood-colored shadow of the killing god exuded a boundless evil aura, this was the soul of the dead in his hands, turning into a thick hatred like ink.

He stared indifferently at the crowd sunk in the blood cloud, his eyes as sharp and cold as the spear in his hand.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the heavens and the earth are mourning.

The blood-colored space is full of bloody breath, like a hellish scene, staged in the human world.

There was a fluctuation of air currents in the distance, and a streamer of light swept through the blood-colored mist like lightning.

Ruan Ruan was galloping along the way, urging the Soul Suppression Star Tower with all his might, and hurried over with everyone.

The familiar breath in the air made his heart sink.

What is the reason that Chen Pingzhi inspired that murderous soldier again, and the tragedy seems to be vivid.

The Scarlet Killer looked at the young man opposite intently, he had not gained the upper hand in the previous fight. In the hands of the young man, he tasted frustration, and the other party controlled the means that could restrain him.

"It's you again, and I'm here today, but I'm much stronger than before. The Scarlet Killing God said indifferently.

The spear in his hand couldn't help but clench, and the evil aura on it became even stronger.

Ruan Ruan's eyes swept and saw the people who were tortured in the blood cloud. As soon as his mind moved, the Soul Suppression Star Tower turned into a Star Navigation Sword and slashed towards the blood cloud.

The starlight on the Star Voyage Sword lit up, and the space was filled with huge stars. These stars, with their green vitality, rushed into the blood clouds, as if they lit countless lights in the dark night.

The stars broke through the blood-colored mist, and everywhere they went, they were full of greenery.

The starlight sprinkled warmly on everyone, forming a film of light that resisted the erosion of the blood cloud.

"I'll deal with this guy, you save people first. ”

Ruan Ruan's Xinghang Sword in his hand was raised, and he rushed towards the Scarlet Killing God.

The blood cloud contains the will of the blood-colored god killer, and he absorbs the blood of the monk, which can increase his power.

Seeing the sacrifice of his hand, out of his control, a flame ignited in the eyes of the blood-colored killing god.

It was the fire of hell, beating in his blood-stained eyes, like pupils.

His spear was emitted a strong aura, swinging it with a series of sonic booms, and the space trembled, as if it could not bear the weight.

The countless revenant wills in the shadow of the gun formed a huge grimace, and opened its mouth towards the young man, wanting to swallow him whole.

There are many ghosts, and strong resentment comes to the face, disturbing people's minds and invading people's bodies.

The Xinghang Sword in Ruan Ruan's hand slashed magnificently in the air, and the sword light flowed, blooming with thousands of rays of light.

The stars gathered brightly, forming a starry sky on his side.

The stars are meaningful.

The star-scarred giant tree in Ruan's soft mind burst out with endless vitality, giving this starry sky vigorous vitality.

The starry sky shrinks, like breathing.

The stars flowed in the starry sky, turning into a rain of meteors, purifying the will of the dead souls in the space.

Boom, boom, boom.

The stars and grimaces collided and turned into dust, and more stars followed one after another.

The starry sky became a battlefield, and countless stars were like soldiers lined up in order, fighting the ghosts in grimaces.

The attack of the Blood Killing God was even more fierce than the last time, and he completely controlled Chen Pingzhi's body, stimulating the full power of the Blood Cloud Cold Spear.

Mixed with the evil aura of the will of the revenant, this grimace formed, like substance, has exceeded the limit of space bearing.

The space shattered layer by layer, and the huge energy slammed into the starry sky, trying to shatter this realm.

Ruan Ruan mobilized more spatial power and poured into the starry sky. The starry sky is like a dry river, and the waves that pour into the sea burst into a new look.

The starry sky is solid, stable, and full of tenacity.

Compared to when he fought with the Daoist Spirit, he was now more proficient in the use of spatial power.

The power of space was drawn from all directions, making the area of the starry sky even larger, and the stars with infinite vitality, and the army of dead souls fought fiercely in the starry sky.

The blood-colored Killing God's body continued to swell, and he became a giant who stood tall in the sky. The Blood Cloud Cold Spear in his hand seemed to be connected to the Yellow Spring Underworld, summoning more revenant wills from it.

These dead wills, suffering untold in hell, have no autonomous consciousness and are reduced to tools of drive.

The two sides collided in the starry sky, the will of the dead soul died, and at the same time, the stars were extinguished.

The will of the revenant formed an army of darkness, and under the command of Grimace, the tide came like a tide.

The stars lined up in a large array, like countless cannonballs, falling in the army of the revenant.

The great resentment represents the unwillingness and despair of countless living beings, who want to devour the light and let the darkness descend on this world forever.

The starry sky is bright and bright, and it is necessary to ignite the flame of hope. And the will of the dead soul is to extinguish this light, and let fear and pain sink in the darkness.

Unreconciled hostilities, fighting for control in space, the battle is bound to end in the destruction of one side.

It's a game of life and death.

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