Between heaven and earth, there is a thin blood mist, and there is also a rain of flowers in the sky, the two are staggered, and the desolate and withering time is curtain.

The young man's hair was draped and completely spread out in all directions, obscuring almost all view. But the light is still clear.

"In the midst of heaven and earth... Why is there a statue....... "The young man's pupils are shrinking sharply, and that statue is growing rapidly.

It's just a moment, and it's close at hand.

Clear into the eye, this is really clear into the eye. This statue is completely in his eyes.

Dressed in white and full of black hair, he is really imposing.

The man in this sculpture kept his head down. His gaze was fixed on the book in his hand, and beneath him was a huge white tiger.

The man sat cross-legged on the white tiger and read the scroll. It was as if nothing in the world could attract his attention. Only the words in the book are his world.

There are words that twist softly and twist in the ear.

The youth could not hear what it was. I just know that the blood in my body is boiling.

He has no blood, but at the moment it is boiling.

This moment. The pupils of the ghost fairy's eyes suddenly froze, and the palm that poked out also stagnated.

It's just that this stagnation is only for a moment.

At this moment, the ghost fairy felt a trace of palpitations. Obviously, the true god in front of him has exhausted his strength. For him, the life and death of the true god are only a thought.

But why do you feel this way?

This ghost immortal shook his head, there were no other powerhouses here. Even if he exists, in this turbulent era, no one can make his heart palpitate. Even the two most powerful people in the rumored Oblivion Realm couldn't do it.

The sound of breaking the sky is getting louder and louder, and it is approaching a million miles again.

The distance between the palm and the youth is only 300,000 li. These 300,000 miles, you don't even need to breathe with a single thought.

Death is coming, but the youth is still unmoved.

Like the statue he saw, his mind was in the book. It's just that youth are different.

He doesn't have a book in his hand, so his mind won't be in it.

It's not in the book, it's different.

The eyes of the young man shrank sharply. It wasn't because of the aura of death coming from behind, but because he saw the statue looking down at the book, and suddenly raised his head.

In the blink of an eye, the young man saw that he was bowing his head again.

But his feelings are not wrong. Indeed, I saw the statue looking up.

In another trance, the young man suddenly heard a word.

"Come on. ”

The voice was incomparably clear and ethereal, and it fell on the young man's ears very clearly.

At this moment, the blood of the youth boiled even more.

At this moment, the palm of the ghost fairy trembled again. Because he saw the four sides rising again.

Among the pink, it is already quite bright. However, there is a strong resurgence in the brightness.

This is the reversal of the blood mist.

The blood that had been scattered in all directions and disappeared in the roar returned again.

Strands by wisps, hundreds of strands make up a drop of bright blood.

It's countless wisps of blood.

The sea of blood was monstrous, almost instantaneous. The whole world is only red. It was as if the rain of flowers that had been falling for 600 years had stopped.

"What kind of ....... is this" The ghost immortal body suddenly shook, just because the palpitating feeling came again.

"Come on. ”

This voice once again fell on the young man's ears. Makes breathlessness extremely fast.

"It's... This is... Generation ......"

"Ancestor!"

What young people listen to is clearly the voice of a generation of ancestors.

He had never seen an ancestor who belonged to their clan and opened the vein of divine blood. But when I was a child and opened the divine vein practice at the clan altar, I heard this voice.

This figure has pierced the soul to the bones, and even if it is burned to ashes, it will not be erased.

The rain of flowers did stop, and in the eyes of the young man, there were no flowers everywhere, only wisps of blood and mist of chains, which bound him.

The sudden chain is even more desperate. But the youth did not feel panicked, but felt more secure than ever.

What is it that makes the young people in the crisis of death no longer afraid, but shaken in their hearts. As if capturing the hope of life?

The ghost immortal couldn't know, but the palpitations were getting stronger and stronger.

This young man, however, knows.

The color of blood re-entered, and it became the blood of youth again.

Not a drop is spilled, not a drop is missing. The blood that was spilled out was all reversed into his body. The boiling blood made the ten directions of heaven and earth red again.

This red rush in an instant, and then become a road in an instant.

This is the way to that statue.

It's just that this blood color can't illuminate the way forward, and even the brightest light in the world can't penetrate a single bit. But the road ahead is light. Even the brightest light in the world cannot be compared.

There was a soft sound, this time. It's not that word anymore.

It's the rustle, the sound of brushing.

A page of the book, quietly turning.

Page after page, this page is a book.

In the heavens and the earth, there are no real books, so where is the sound of turning?

What the young man saw was that the scroll in the hand of the statue in front of him was turning.

This book is not a real book, but a book made of stone.

The stone book is hard, why is it turned up, and even the young man who is a true god can't catch it.

There are mountains and rivers to the mouth of the river, forming a picture of the sky.

Countless rays of light came in an instant. A bridge road to the other end of the world was instantly spread out at the feet of young people.

"Ancestor ......."

The young man took a deep breath, his body trembling and unable to move.

It comes from a heart of reverence, because it is deeply rooted.

He didn't lift his feet, but his body didn't move. He didn't move, in the eyes of the ghost, he didn't move.

It's just that this ghost fairy seems to sense the difference between the young man at the moment.

This difference is not that the body of the young man in front of him who was pierced through has been restored, nor is it the backflow of blood.

It's as if it's not the same person anymore.

Shen Yun is different.

There was a sunset setting in the west, and the sun continued towards the mighty heavenly dome. Here, those scattered flowers seem to have roots in the soil, and they are no longer rootless floats.

These flowers all fell on the young man's body.

Finally, at this moment, the heavens and the earth moved again.

The wind was strong and the golden light was surging. It seems that the catastrophe is endless, and the sea of thunder is immeasurable.

The ghost fairy was still unable to move, and at this moment, the contraction of his eyes was like a pinhole.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he can't. There are also thousands to thousands of invisible chains trapped in him.

The lockdown of youth is to keep him unmoving. And the trapped lock of this ghost immortal is automatically unmoving.

The ghost fairy was not trapped in the sea of thunder. But it was illuminated by the blazing thunder, and it also illuminated the distance.

Finally. He saw it.

What he saw was a statue sitting cross-legged in the midst of a white tiger, looking down at the bottom.

This look down is not to look at the book, but to despise everything below, to despise this ghost.

"It's ......"

What he saw was a sculpture of a man. On the body of this sculpture, there are dozens of long cracks, extending from the center of the eyebrows to the chest.

The ghost didn't have time to speak. Another thunderbolt slashed the sky.

One after the other, each arc can cut through a huge star, causing it to disappear in an instant.

This thunder is so shocking that it has spread to a radius of hundreds of millions of miles. Hundreds of millions of miles, not simply hundreds of millions of miles, this is affecting the entire domain.

Everyone in the world knows it. All the creatures present looked up at the sky.

In the distance, there was a torrential rain that descended on the world, turned into a gurgling stream, and then rushed down thousands of feet, filling up a dry lake.

When the lake fills up, it's spring. Nearby, there is the murmuring of flowing water again, and a pool of river water is falling straight from a high place.

A figure slowly took shape and emerged from the water.

It was a man dressed in blue, his black hair soaked in water, but not wet.

This is a man who is not extremely handsome in appearance, nor is he an ordinary man, with a mole on his left cheek, and a hint of weakness.

It's just that, at first glance, most of what you see is a façade. This man is not gentle, although he is in the water. Although, the water is dotted with countless peach blossoms, like a bath.

Women are like water, and they are not exclusive to women. There is a Tao in the world, and if you carry it to the extreme, it is the real water.

He is surnamed Luo, and is revered as a god by the people of this world. Known as the god of water.

He is God, as his name suggests, who controls the rain of heaven and earth.

Roselle Rain. It's a name that has a strong sense of deterrence. Even those extremely powerful ghosts and immortals would be terrified when they heard this.

Because he is too much water, he is just a little short of being able to surpass the extreme.

In this world, the ultimate has reached the top. There is no way to go beyond the extreme.

But Luo Shenyu is the only strong person in the Forgotten Realm who has touched that path.

Under his water, even if he is as strong as a ghost immortal in the late stage of Nirvana, he will not escape death.

The moment he appeared, there was a gurgling sound in the lake. Then blood rose from the bottom, and in an instant it stained the lake red.

There are two large mountains quietly rising from the bottom of the lake, and they are two huge heads.

The man just glanced at the two mountains behind him, and then withdrew his gaze. Then, he looked up again.

His gaze was in the distant thunder.

His eyes twinkled, and he smiled.

"Six hundred years ago, there was a rain in the sky, a long-lasting rain of flowers. ”

From that moment on, strange things happened in the vast world and everywhere. The man's eyes twinkled, and he muttered.

"Someone saw a statue in a trance when he was dying and dying. The strange thing is that this statue is the only one who can see it, and then, it has the supreme inheritance of the secret method, which is the bloodline magic power that has been lost for countless years of a clan. ”

"This supernatural power traces back to the ancestors of a generation. Even, much older. This is a rumor, but Luo has been pursuing five great realms for more than 600 years, but he has heard more than a dozen. These dozens of cases are not groundless, but really exist. ”

The man lowered his head and smiled, then raised his head again, and in addition to the thunder in his eyes, there was also an incomparably dazzling golden light.

There was also a roar, from far to near, and with a roar that spread through the four heavens and the earth.

The smile on the man's face grew thicker and thicker, and his breathing was even a little short.

"Jinpeng Divine Thunder Leads ......."

(Work is mental work, and writing books is also mental work.) That's right, it's very watery, and it seems to me that the water has reached the extreme lately, and every day my brain is muddy. I really don't have the energy, thank God for being able to finish the book, and I hope you forgive me. Please don't spray someone who looks at piracy. Don't deliberately add Q. ）