People are looking at the sky, and naturally they can't see the color under their feet.

Only the old man, who fell to the ground, lay in the muddy ground, and he could see the color of the rain.

It was clearly the color of blood.

It's not real rain, it's blood...

"No! No, everybody, disperse!"

"Stop him, stop him!" cried the old man desperately.

However, at this time, his voice was so weak, and in the cheers of the people, his old shouts were like a drop of water merging into a boiling river, without splashing the slightest splash.

He had been complacent and self-righteous about his experience and wisdom, prestige and age.

At this moment, when he needed to climb the heights and shout, he only woke up sadly, he was just an old man... Just an old man who is dying and can't even speak.

When others need him and listen carefully to what he says, he can naturally hear what he says.

When he was not needed, his voice returned to its original amplitude and lost the spread of its aura.

Weak and powerless.

Old... Sure enough, it's not something to be proud of and happy about.

The cheers grew louder and louder.

And the blood-colored dark cloud seemed to be rapidly expanding amid the cheers of the people.

Bigger rain splashed down and spread to all the mountains and rivers as far as the eye could see.

In the distance, the surface of the lake and the river began to fill with a light red.

In the crowd, when someone lowered their heads, they finally realized that something was wrong.

More and more people are shouting loudly.

Then, people find that their vision is blurring, their senses are thinning, and some of the forces in their bodies are being drained...

It's like something that was originally rooted in their blood, their roots, their essence, their soul, and they were taken away directly, violently, and unreasonably.

The sentient beings in the entire Qingxiao Realm are the 'reincarnation' of the Taihao Immortal Emperor.

In other words, if the Taihao Immortal Emperor wanted to truly return, he would definitely collect the heavens and the earth and obtain enough supporting energy from this world that was bred in his dantian.

The sudden change made people go crazy.

They began to struggle and run as hard as they could, trying to dodge.

So the old man who fell to the ground was trampled by dozens of pairs of feet.

The old man, who was already weak, was stripped of some of his essence, and he was already on the verge of dying, and now he has been trampled on again, and he is directly dying.

The black, reddish blood cloud did not stop its growth and spread.

Minguo was just a starting point, and soon the entire Wenzhou was shrouded in a cloud of blood.

Then Cangzhou, Mianzhou, Yunzhou... Leizhou.

The world of Qingxiao was shrouded in a very short period of time.

There is hardly any local exception.

It is said that there is almost no because... There are always some places, even in the Qingxiao realm, but they are also outside the Qingxiao realm.

The simple divine kingdom of the main god Chen Xiao is one of them.

But Chen Xiao was not excited at the moment.

Not to mention the pride of their foresight.

He was just more powerless and desperate.

Because he found that his kingdom of God was being pulled by an inexplicable force... Rise.

It's not just the simple kingdom of God that he's constructed.

The True Divine Kingdom, which was connected to his Godhead and located in the midst of chaos, was also drawn over and was overlapping with the Simple Divine Kingdom.

The many world coordinates that shone under the command of the Infinite God Domain seemed to be vaguely reflecting a common figure at this time.

Chen Xiao has already noticed it!

Nope... He should have felt it a long time ago.

I just don't want to admit it, and I don't have time to withdraw.

At this time, a monk, stepping on the golden auspicious clouds, walked into the simple kingdom of God very flexibly.

In the Realm of God··· Everything that was originally was collapsing is collapsing.

And something inexplicable, but it is being reborn.

Chen Xiao was locked in the kingdom of God, the divine seat that originally represented power became his shackles, and the peerless angelic beauties became the jailers who bound him, and the world that once provided him with countless excellent 'soldiers' pressed a thick gravity on him.

The weight of dozens of worlds not only immobilized him, but also made him unable to breathe.

He was so miserable that he could only bark meaninglessly.

When he saw the monk entering, he began to ask the monk for help.

"Sumeru!"

"Sumeru, help me!"

"I have helped you, and I have given you a wider world. ”

"Aren't you going to cross someone?"

"Today you cross me, tomorrow I cross you. This is the true meaning of Buddhism, Buddhism teaches you to cut meat and feed eagles, not to mention that I am your benefactor... You can't leave me alone. Chen Xiao seemed to vaguely sense something, trying to impress Sumeru with words.

But the monk Sumeru was unmoved.

He clasped his hands together and saluted Chen Xiao, who was suppressed and sealed.

"Master Chen! This matter is not that the poor monks are unwilling, but that the poor monks can't... ”

"Your divine kingdom is the brain immortal domain that you can't find, it belongs to the brain immortal domain of Taihao Immortal Emperor, and your godhead is the core fragment of gathering the immortal realm to be reborn. The poor monk wants to regenerate heaven and earth, and Taihao will come again... So I can't help you with the donor, and please forgive the donor. Monk Sumeru said with a compassionate face.

It's just that such a cold and ruthless word, with such an attitude and tone, it will only be creepy, and a cool breath will go from the tail vertebrae to the heavenly spirit cover.

Chen Xiao was so angry that he could only blurt out all kinds of scolding, but to no avail.

He is like a bird born in a cage, the more desperately he tries to break free, the more he finds that his life is all lies.

He used to be the most trusted, the most pampered, and the most attached to him, and the woman who had been with him since the end of his life, but at this time, with a cold face, pierced the slender silver needles full of fine lines into all the key points of his body.

The two are entangled and seem to be still as affectionate as they were at the beginning.

What they do, but very differently.

Chen Xiao couldn't understand that she was also a woman.

When the sweet words are sweet, the mountains and the sea vows, they are all so sincere and full of loveliness and beauty, sincerity and kindness.

And when it came to the time of decision, he was so vicious and ruthless, merciless, and unattached.

On the throne of the god he once favored, it seemed that a few hideous faces appeared in vain.

Those hideous faces, without exception, glared at the woman in his arms very neatly, as if they were all familiar and once extremely intimate.

Chen Xiao felt that her consciousness was becoming more and more numb.

And in the divine kingdom that is constantly melting, but constantly changing, one after another sacred mountains are rising from the sky.

Magical and ancient buildings float above the clouds.

Those angels who were originally flapping their wings and were beautiful and white also put away their wings, put on cloud-woven colored silk, and flew up in a high bun.

"Liar... It's all liars!"

"My life... It's a lie!"

"In that case... In that case!" Chen Xiao's eyes showed madness, he knew that if he didn't want to accept his fate, he had only one way to go, even if it was death... He also has to die with dignity enough, and die to make those hands who control his fate uncomfortable and disgusting.