On the top of the "Fufeng Mountain", the sky is full of clouds.

The clouds of the immortal monument are no longer the color of the white glass before, but the demon wind transits, and the extremely low clouds are instantly dyed with a layer of scarlet blood.

His Highness raised his head.

Look at the dome immortal monument.

Something is faintly falling.

Tick.

A drop of blood fell from the clouds in the sky, smashed on the altar, and splashed in all directions, with little force and no small force.

The fairy island of the South China Sea is originally an island full of fairy energy, and practicing in it is already a great blessing, and the time of cultivation is twice the result with half the effort, even ordinary mortals can get a long life after a jiazi.

And at this moment, the demon wind is gradually rising.

The drop of blood splashed on the altar actually made the aura cover with a layer of gray.

What filth is this?

The bottom of the small hall raised his head expressionlessly, and in the rippling pupils of the golden color, he seemed to see the clouds clearly, and he was no longer the calm appearance before.

I don't know how much dirty blood is gathering and gathering on this sky at this moment, and the drops are clearly shaped, accumulating into a lot, ready to go.

Jiang Qingyi slowly stood up, gently pulled out the sword box inserted in the ground behind his back, frowned and asked, "Is this ...... Hex?"

The Western Demon on top of the boulder sneered, "Demon magic doesn't do this, this is the most popular demon path technique among cultivators in your human race's exercises." ”

Ren Pingsheng was silent, slowly let go of the foot on the hilt of the sword, his sleeves fluttered, and the three-foot sword moved up on its own, floating in front of his chest, trembling the sword body slightly, shaking away all the invisible fine dust.

He frowned, sensing an invisible loosening of his cultivation.

Before that blood cloud pressed down, Ren Pingsheng, who was in the Great Perfection of the Sword Dao, already had a depressed qi in his chest.

The palace master of the Western Regions was right, this was indeed the Demon Dao Technique of the Human Race, but the anger in that blood cloud was too strong.

Even on the holy island of the co-owner of the Demon Sect today, those demon cultivators have never practiced this kind of brutal and excessive exercises, Qiliang and Northern Wei are extremely prosperous, and the temples are higher than the rivers and lakes, if there is a big devil who wantonly kills, it may set off a battle between the good and the devil thousands of years ago, but now, whether it is north or south, there is no doubt that it is a one-sided massacre by the imperial court.

The West Demon had an indifferent face, and his tone was calm: "This mountain used to be the mountain where ancient demon path cultivators practiced. ”

Great God General Jian and the old man Yu Gong looked at the young master of the Western Regions with some horror.

If it is about experience, even the two old foxes of Tianque Senluo, which are now recognized by Qi Liang and Northern Wei, are far inferior to this big demon with a huge memory of reincarnation.

The West Demon Liang Liang raised his eyebrows and continued, "This Demon Dao cultivator's cultivation is not too strong. ”

"It's probably the peak of the great grandmaster, and in ancient times, he can barely be regarded as a figure who can start a sect. ”

Jiang Qingyi was a little stunned when she heard this, and she didn't know what to say.

Ren Pingsheng is accustomed to this rhetoric.

In ancient times, the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism represented the most prosperous state of the human race, a Confucian saint, or like the real great Bodhisattva of Buddhism, similar to the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth, this kind of powerful realm, has transcended the realm of the great master, and reached the level of indescribable.

Nowadays, the cultivation yuan is divided according to the level of cultivation.

It is the word immortal.

In ancient times, it was the time when immortals fought.

And the demon clan can compete with the human race with such a great momentum, which shows what kind of realm the ancient demons, several demon saints, have reached in the demon domain.

Liang Liang's first reincarnation, the true body of the Vermilion Bird, is undoubtedly one of the four most powerful saints of the demon race, and there should be several people under his command who are comparable to the realm of the great grandmaster of the human race cultivators.

"The smell of the wasteland is somewhat familiar. ”

Liang Liang stood up, and the demon demons behind her hurriedly bowed down, and she said softly: "It seems to be with my brother...... Been here before. ”

She glanced lightly at Yi Xiao on the altar, this glance showed no traces, did not show any clues, but she did not shy away from being heard.

Jiang Qingyi Jian Zhaoxin Yang Yugong, these big men of the human race, when they heard the words of the West Demon, they frowned instantly.

The strength of this master of the Western Regions is already extremely strong.

How come there is still an older brother?

And Qi Liang of the Northern Wei Dynasty didn't even get information about such an important matter?

......

......

Above the altar.

His Royal Highness ignored the gaze of the West Demon, and did not want to cause unnecessary fluctuations.

He glanced at Ye Shisan, who had cultivated to almost fall out of the realm of demons, shook his head, returned to the Buddhist camp, squatted down, and looked at Qingshi who had his eyes tightly closed.

"The cultivation of the bluestone is better, and this elixir can stabilize the soul. The county lord's voice was lowered: "Qingshi has a soul wound on his body, and there are many injuries left one after another, even if Donkey Kong is extremely strong, he can't stand the accumulation of these injuries." If nothing else, this trip to the South China Sea is over, and he needs to recuperate for a long time before he can recover. ”

His Royal Highness looked at the white and bloodless face of Qingshi, thinking that this monk was to compete for the creation of the immortal monument and fill the gap in the realm of demons, so he brought the disciples of Buddhism.

Now it seems that where is there any creation in the immortal monument?

A killing game has not yet begun.

The rain of blood brewing on the top of the mountain is estimated to be the beginning of the killing game.

Nanhai has attracted the attention of everyone in the world with two invitations, attracting the best cultivators in the world.

It's a good bottom draw.

Yi Xiao squinted her eyes, and the soul power of the lotus phase slowly swayed, sensing the breath of this "wasteland", as if standing high in the clouds, looking down from afar.

Take a part of the wasteland into view.

The mountain where he is located is not big, nor is it small, in the wasteland, there are nearly ten mountains, about the same size as this mountain, and the largest mountain is several times larger than this mountain, because of the prohibition of the wasteland, that mountain is not visible in the immortal island, with soul power induction, but almost to catch up with the scale of the final peak.

No wonder the chess master did not let the disciples in the sect step into the wasteland.

Mountains and mountains, all of which are bursting with blood.

The dry bones are buried in the mountain, and then delved into it with soul power, it is the corpse mountain and the sea of blood floating, and it still cannot be faded away after countless years.

Where is this wasteland?

This is clearly an ancient battlefield with murderous aura.

Demon path Shura field.

This fairy island exposes a small half of the area, the fairy aura is dense, a piece of peace, it can be called a fairyland on earth, but who would have thought that across a layer of forbidden half of the soil, it is the abusive Demon Dao Shura Field, a mountain, is the place where ancient Demon Dao cultivators practice.

Take the mountain that the West Demon said, there are traces of the cultivation of the demon path giants in the realm of the Great Grandmaster.

In the entire wasteland, there are nearly ten Great Grandmaster Realm Mountains.

The smaller one is the mountain where the demons of the grandmaster realm practice, and in ancient times, there were nearly more than half a hundred demons of the grandmaster realm.

What a horrible scene?

Even in the Great World of Origin, it is impossible for there to be so many great cultivators.

It's just dry mountains, and on some mountains, there are dry bones, not like they died in battle, and there is not even a trace of broken bones, but as if they have been worn away by invisible things.

His Royal Highness slowly closed his eyes.

He thought of the first half of the "Yanlu Fragment" that he saw on the Great Guangming Mountain back then.

Qinglian shook in his mind, and such a scene came out.

......

......

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago.

The world is huge.

The cultivators of this world have endless heaven and earth aura, and even immortal energy, ten thousand laws contend, and the great cultivators of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism ascend to the sky and enter the sea, move mountains and hunt the sun, and are almost omnipotent.

And at a certain moment on a certain day, the aura of the whole world began to crumble.

No one knows what the reason is.

The entire continent was shattered, and the most core area was smashed, sunk, and continued to fall, and finally sank to the bottom of the sea.

Even the most powerful Great Cultivators could not resist this calamity.

Without immortal energy and aura, these cultivators would not be able to enjoy the ordinary cultivation they had before.

After the death of the first ancestor, the second generation of practitioners began to decline.

And some floating islands can only drift with the current, permanently locked, and cannot return to the mainland itself.

Generations of cultivators, the exercises that have been passed down cannot return to the peak because of the gradual collapse of the aura.

Even if there is an occasional blowout, the aura of a certain era becomes richer, but it is not enough to return to the original peak.

As a result, these cultivators who once existed, those who could hunt the sun with a bow, those who could open a mountain with a sword, and those who could swallow the sea in one bite became a myth in the stories passed down by word of mouth.

It became an unspeakable legend.

And a certain island that is wandering away from the outside is an island inhabited by demonic cultivators in ancient times, and it is unfortunate that it was locked overseas by that catastrophe, and after earth-shaking changes, the demonic cultivators who practiced on the island no longer had any blood to suck, so they could only slowly die of old age and be wiped out by the years.

Even the most powerful cultivator, in the face of time, is only a handful of loess after all.

After countless years, the island drifted back to the mainland, tightened by currents.

Perhaps after countless years, the island will slowly drift away.

Such an island where demonic cultivators have died is full of aura left over from ancient times.

Because in ancient times...... Those demon cultivators don't need these aura.

What a sad thing.

Under the power of the cultivators on the highest mountain, these demons with brutal nature hid the idea of killing each other, and gave all their resources to the supreme cultivator, hoping that he would be able to break through a new realm and solve this unsolvable dilemma.

It's a pity that the years advance and the sea changes.

That supreme demonic path cultivator failed to break through.

In such a tragedy, the end is already doomed.

People die like ashes, and even the magic weapons and things of the ancient years are no longer left.

Only bones were left that would shatter at the slightest touch.

Proof that they once lived.

The wasteland, the desolate realm.

A thousand years and a hundred years is not desolate.

Even the age is too old to be measured, and the real sea has become a mulberry field.

That's desolation.

His Royal Highness was practicing on the Holy Island, and he knew that there were two copies of the Yanlu fragment, one in the Great Bright Palace and one in the Great Dark Palace, and he only observed the first half of the volume.

In the past year, he has traveled to every corner of the Great Dark Palace, but he has never seen the second half of the scroll.

The Lord of the Mountain told him that if he was to become a demon or become a grandmaster one day, he only needed to wait for the opportunity.

When the opportunity comes, you can witness the entire "Yanlu Fragment".

At this moment, His Royal Highness was half-kneeling on the ground, touching the mountain with one hand.

The second half of the magnificent fragment seen in the lotus phase slowly converged.

Yi Xiao slowly opened his eyes and saw that there was a rain of blood falling on the altar, crackling like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate.

A miserable laugh that was suppressed and frustrated slowly rose up with a very strange charm.

A figure slowly condensed on the altar, and the man sat on the throne of white bones, his posture arrogant, and his body was gradually condensed by the rapid flow of blood beads.

His fingertips tapped on the armrest of the throne one after another, and his illusory face opened and closed his lips blurred, as if he was smiling but not smiling, and his face was oozing blood, which was extremely terrifying.

"Have you ever seen that the Emperor of Heaven shoots the Qili, the bright moon goes out of the Guanxia, and a reed crosses the Qi River?"

"Have you ever thought that you will fly to the heavens, turn the sea into a mulberry field, and kill the emperor with a sword?"

"The sea has become a mulberry field!"

This is...... Floating Song?

The sound stopped abruptly.

The demon who had been sitting on the throne and chanting songs suddenly retracted his gaze at this moment, and set his eyes on a living and fragile human cultivator on the mountain, and opened his mouth and laughed miserably: "The sea has become a mulberry field, and the sea has become a mulberry field...... Houqing, I hate it!"

The last three words roared out, and in an instant, the mountain trembled, and blood poured down.