A hundred years, another hundred years. Six hundred and thirty-seven years passed.

The 100-year period may not be only a short 100 years, but may be even longer, until the final limit of the 1000 years is reached.

A hundred years is long, a thousand years is short. For monks, what about thousands of years?

Open and close your eyes. But between breaths.

It's just that now it's different, a hundred years long, every year is the suffering of the world, and every breath is the sorrow of all beings.

The spread of turmoil is not confined to one place. Rather, the entire Seven Realms of the Divine Realm.

The mortal world has been alive for a hundred years, and the country has changed several times. It's just that in the past 600 years, there is no longer a country in this world.

The shadow of blood has changed the heaven and the earth, and hell has replaced the world, and under this rain of visions, it is more of the color mixed with blood.

The powerful from the outside world have invaded this world, feeding on living beings and using them as their own strength, so there is no longer a human world.

The Seven Realms of the Divine Domain are not only full of Protoss, but also scattered Terrans, and even some races that are powerless, unable to cultivate, and have no bloodline inheritance.

These races, without the protection of the strong, are almost completely wiped out. Even in the Seven Realms of the Divine Domain, the human race that overwhelmed thousands of gods would not be spared.

The Terrans are mediocre, and the only powerful ones are those who stand at the top. It's just that the world is so big, the strong are limited, and they can't take care of the whole world at all.

Only by abandoning most of them and choosing to let the most gifted gather for protection, can the fire be retained.

It's just that this spark is missing. Because those strong people don't know how many of those who are buried in the hands of the ghosts and immortals in the outside world and those who are strong in the second step.

Heaven and earth are miserable, and there are corpses everywhere. Even if it is the rain of peach blossoms, it is difficult to hide.

There is only one color that hides this red.

The only thing in the world that is redder than blood is the color of blood.

The blood splattered to the ground, emitting billowing currents. Only fresh blood.

A figure fell low in the sky, crashing rapidly to the ground, splashing blood in a loud bang.

In an instant, the dust and sand merged with the blood red. Then, there was another sound of breaking through the sky, and a dilapidated figure broke through the haze.

This figure had a miserable white face, a strong unwillingness in his eyes, and a touch of monstrous hatred.

This is a young man, the aura on his body has withered, and his entire chest has been pierced.

There was no heart in his breast. When a person has no heart, there will be no heartache. It's just that at this moment, it's all painful.

The pain is not from the injury. It's from all over the body.

This is the pain of the skin, the pain of the soul.

He was the only one left.

This kind of tragedy is not uncommon in the Seven Realms of the Divine Domain today. It can be said that every day, the same scene happens.

There was only one person left, and then no one.

The last survivors, with hatred and resentment, wander alone in this memorable world, and then are met and devoured by others.

Whether it's a ghost or an unjust soul. For the ghosts and immortals, it is a great supplement, and for the power of the human race in the outside world, it is the best thing to sacrifice.

Now it is a man or a ghost, and I am afraid that it is all evil.

The sky is incomparably gorgeous, and it is dyed with light by this rain of flowers that has lasted for more than 600 years.

It's just that even if this world is beautiful, it is colorless in the eyes of young people.

What he wants to chase is that light. A light that leads to the bridge of tomorrow.

There is no end to his tomorrow.

Young people see the day after day of tomorrow, but they cannot reach the real tomorrow. Because behind him, there has always been a mountain to suppress.

This mountain brought a strong suffocation. At the bottom of the mountain, it is also full of blood.

It was a gigantic giant, with a hideous, bloodthirsty face, and a contemptuous smile.

This is an extremely powerful ghost. More than 600 years have passed, a large number of native creatures have been erased, and there are also ghosts and immortals who are constantly falling.

In the end, there are strong people who care about the world to come forward. The battle of the strong is happening all the time, and the blood of the strong is sprinkled in the sky.

In such a turbulent era, after six hundred years, the ghosts and immortals who can survive will naturally not be weak.

This is a powerful ghost immortal who has reached the middle stage of Nirvana, and the number of true gods devoured by it is also more than one hand.

Originally, the ghost immortals who were only in the early stage of Nirvana devoured a large amount of blood donations, and several strong Yuan Shen successfully entered the middle stage, and their strength became even more terrifying.

This young man was wiped out 400 years ago. As the strongest person, he watched everyone being scraped and devoured by several ghosts and immortals.

Although, he was also a strong man at that time, the strongest strong man in the clan. But in front of the ghosts and immortals, in front of the immortals, they are still powerless. If it was a pinch, he turned on his strongest talent supernatural power. This is how he was able to escape.

It is precisely because of the limit of life and death that the young man was able to break through his own shackles, raise the true god bloodline to the highest peak, and escape.

After that, the young man was full of hatred and looked everywhere for the traces of those ghosts and fairies.

There are many people with lofty ideals in the world, and there are also many lonely souls with hatred. But whether it is the former or the latter, it has brought resistance to the strong in the outside world.

This is a great force, and it is also a mountain that holds back this torrent for a short time.

This is a true god who has also killed a ghost immortal. Although the price was at the cost of dispersing most of his life, he still killed a ghost immortal.

This is a true god whose longevity cannot live with the sky.

The face of the youth is still as green as a green onion. But a pair of eyes, there is not much essence.

A large amount of blood spilled from the pierced chest. It was an unimaginable blow. This is along with the physical body and the primordial spirit being blasted through.

But his speed is unprecedentedly fast. As soon as the blood flowed out, it instantly turned into a red mist in the sky.

Then, there was a scream.

A roar sounded in the blood mist. Hundreds of thousands of sounds rang out in a row, and a large number of circles flowed backwards from the blood mist.

This is violent blood, which uses its own blood as a thrust.

A drop of blood from a strong person contains powerful energy, let alone a god clan known for its bloodline?

This is the bloodline supernatural power, and this young man used this technique to escape in the first place.

As soon as the sound of the Tao sounded, a fiery red mark was drawn on the distant horizon.

This distance is millions of miles.

The figure of the young man disappeared, and so did the billowing red mist around him. When it reappeared, it was already a million miles away.

It's just that the young man's face is still extremely ugly. Because the oppression behind him has not disappeared.

No matter how he escaped, he couldn't escape.

"I can't die.... It's almost .... It's almost ... As long as you go through this domain... You can reach the location of the night blue... Once there, it's... No worries about life. The young man gritted his teeth and spoke, his face cloudy.

Yeqing, this is not a personal name. It's an organization. This organization was only born for a short period of more than 600 years, but it shocked the entire Seven Realms of the Divine Domain.

Just because, this organization. Saved a lot of people and killed a lot of people.

These people who were killed were all murderous people who provoked turmoil. Those who are saved are all living beings in this realm.

It's just that this night green is just being circulated. There are still most people in the world who have not seen it. After all, this organization did not arise in other worlds, not in this world.

This is just a rumor, a rumor that has reached the ears of the world's strongest.

It's just a rumor, not necessarily true. If it weren't for the last resort, the young man wouldn't have pursued the rumored gathering place where this party was located.

"In the Seven Realms of the Divine Realm today, there are five forces. A strand... It's a thief from the outside. The second is the people of the Holy Mountain... Always laughing. The third share... It's a Yanshi.... And this fourth strand is Yeqing. This fifth force is an alliance composed of the top powerhouses in the major god races, including us and other scattered people. ”

"Five forces... The Quartet attacked this first strand. Among the five strands, this first strand is the most powerful. For the rest, it is impossible to know the strength or weakness. But I know that these second and third strands are the most difficult to find. Because it's just one person. ”

The young man took a deep breath, and there were loud noises around him, turning into a strong force that pushed him into the distance.

This is beyond the speed of light. It's just that this force won't last long. When the blood runs dry, then his speed will naturally be greatly reduced, and then he will be destroyed in the palm behind him.

"Nightshade... I can only gamble. The young man did not look back, but he knew in his heart that he could not hold on for long.

Nightgreen, this is a mysterious organization. It is also the organization that makes this world the most fearful.

Because, rumored. The leader of Yeqing is a person from the outside world, and he is two ghosts and immortals.

The ghosts and immortals led the strong to resist the catastrophe for the creatures of the Seven Realms of the Divine Domain. This sounds so unbelievable that it's hard to believe.

Why would the ghosts go against the grain and protect the creatures of the Nine Realms of the Divine Domain, instead of killing together?

Young people don't know, they only know, and when the rumors increase, the likelihood is very high.

Time was ticking, and the young man's face turned even paler. The blood that passes is also getting less and less.

The less blood there is, the less strength there is left.

However, the youth still did not pass through the boundaries of this area.

In the distance, there was a sound of breaking the air, and a huge palm lid pressed on.

"There is no way out, become the power of this seat, and only then can it truly survive with the sky. I am immortal, and I am immortal. ”

In heaven and earth, only this voice remains.

For young people, it is the voice of death.

At this moment, the figure of the young man suddenly stopped there, stunned.

His immobility was not a death behind him, but a voice.

Night came, just in time for the arrival of death.

It's just that in the young man's cloudy pupils, a light is clearly reflected.

This is pink, and the pink of the four directions of heaven and earth are almost connected, turning into a bridge.

At the end of the bridge, there is a sculpture.

This sculpture, only the young man can see, and the ghost and fairy behind him seem to be unable to see clearly, and what he can see clearly is only pollen scattered in the darkness.

A soft sound, coming from afar. Falling in the ears of young people, like the empowerment of the Great Dao.