"What? Tushitian, you tell my grandfather again! What happened to those saints who were on high above?" Suddenly there was a roar from below the boundless bloody sea. The sound waves of the pen and the fun and the pavilion www.biquge.info passed through the blood and water directly to the surface of the sea, stirring up layer after layer of spray, lapping endlessly.

Under the sea of blood, a monk holding a string of large Buddha beads in his hand is obviously bright and straight, but he always gives people an eerie and terrifying feeling. A pair of eyes are blood-red, but they are different from this sea water, and they are not a good way to come at first glance.

"Back to the Ancestor, those saints suddenly ran away from the Central World because of the convergence of various worlds, and now I am afraid that they have already arrived in the Land of Chaos. "This great monk Tushitian has always been ruthless, and I don't know how many poor people's heads have been smashed into meat by that huge string of Buddhist beads. But such a fierce person, in front of the ancestor, was like a docile little sheep, and even trembled a little.

"Gone?! But you kid should tell me about Grandpa Grandpa, when did you leave, why didn't I receive the news until now?!" "Moodiness has always been the exclusive right of those who are on high and high. No, this Styx Ancestor was happy for a while and angry for a while, but it really scared the people under his hands.

With that scolding out, Tu Shitian, who was kneeling down, only felt that there was a huge force around him constantly oppressing him, and the blood in his body seemed to be even more uncontrollable, and began to boil constantly.

"Old, Ancestor, it's not that my subordinates deliberately deceive, it's just that we were suppressed by the Reincarnation Sect Ancestor, and we have not been allowed to break through the sea, until the prohibition on the sea suddenly subsided a few days ago, and he took our brothers to break the ban. After stammering these words, Tu Shitian felt that the terrible pressure slowly receded, and the uncomfortable energy in his body gradually subsided.

"It's terrible, it's terrible, the ancestor wasn't so fierce a few days ago, I'm afraid that if he wasn't beaten by the reincarnation ancestor, his skills have improved greatly, right? Tushitian thought secretly in his heart.

"Okay, since the ban has been broken, then you re-order the soldiers and horses for the ancestor and me, and go back to the desolate world. Without a few innate great sects of saints, what is there to be afraid of? The strongest quasi-saint Ancestor, I have also stepped into the realm of enlightenment now, how can I be afraid of you waiting? Hehe. Mixed with a slightly eerie and terrifying smile, the Styx Ancestor suddenly stood up, countless blood-colored energies swirling around him, such a scene, it was simply correct to describe him as a great demon.

Speaking of which, this Styx Ancestor is also a decrepit person. As the most powerful group of creatures after the opening of the sky, the Styx Ancestor was one of the stronger members of the three thousand red dust guests in the Zixiao Palace back then, and he was afraid that he was not under the three Qings in terms of seniority and strength. But he was greedy, and he took a fancy to the twelve-grade fire red lotus, and he was beaten alive by Mu Ran, and the mana of his realm Dao heart fell to a level, and his foundation was almost broken.

A good Styx Ancestor, not only lost the opportunity to become holy, but also let the latecomers such as Yunxiao, Duobao, and Reincarnation Sect Ancestor take the lead and seize the position of the strongest quasi-saint. A few days ago, because he planned to break out of the world again, he was severely beaten by the reincarnation sect ancestor, and even the entire Netherworld Blood Sea was forbidden to enter and exit. This old quasi-saint is really pitiful.

It can only be said that it is fate, the Styx Ancestor doesn't know how much is going on in the outside world at all, he simply thinks that the mortal world is just a competition between several sects, and the central world that has lost the saint has only four strongest quasi-saints at best. He had just rushed into the realm of enlightenment, and he even thought that the strength of this realm of enlightenment was the strongest quasi-saint.

On that day, the Netherworld Blood Sea, the most filthy and dark place between heaven and earth, once again rose in a violent wind, blood waves, and the constant roar of thunder seemed to show the world that some forgotten beings were still going to appear on the stage of this world after all.

The peak of Babao Mountain in Xiniu Hezhou is a great storm at this moment. The small movement of the Netherworld Blood Sea was able to make the entire Central World change color a little.

"Your Majesty, the letter has been delivered by your subordinates. At the top of the mountain, a huge red bull monster fell to its knees on the ground, and the pair of large horns on its head were still undulating, apparently caused by the long journey and unsteady breath.

The skills of this red bull monster are not low, and it can even be said that it is very high, and it is only one foot away from entering the ranks of quasi-saints. The manpower accumulated by the ancient demon clan over countless years must not be underestimated.

"Very good, Qiqi, those three beasts don't know whether they live or die, but they will die eventually. The anger in your heart, the emperor also knows, this time, I will avenge it for you. "Eastern Emperor Taiyi, this Heavenly Emperor who has existed since the birth of the Flood Desolate World, whether it is bearing, demeanor, coercion, or might, is far superior to the current Jade Emperor, this is what the real superior person has.

"But Your Majesty, it seems that the Demon Sect has changed again recently, this Styx Ancestor is a super strong person that has existed since ancient times, do we need it?"

"Styx? There is no force, greed for life and fear of death, not enough to fear. What's more, the emperor has already made arrangements. Speaking of this, there was an imperceptible smile on the face of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

"Three days later, Babaoshan will meet, may you not forget. ”

Opening this note from the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Mu Ran stared at it for a while, and seemed to be a little silent. Right now, his Fire Spirit Emperor Palace is not very stable, don't look at the reincarnation Dao master just sent his subordinates over, but who knows when this old immortal guy will kill him personally?

Anyway, Mu Ran suddenly closed the note, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath. Promise, that must be promised, even if Mu Ran himself is not afraid of the problem of karmic retribution, but there is always a bottom line of his own in his heart.

"Ciel, you've got these guys in your hands. If necessary, except for the rakshasa, kill all of them to the emperor. Mu Ran's face was expressionless, but the life and death of these people had already been decided between the words. It's as if these people are not living human beings, but chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs, and they don't deserve pity and sympathy at all.

On the side, after Boutis was bounced away by a finger of Hill, the bones of the whole person were a little loose, and the pain that really came from his bones was a little unbearable for him, a quasi-saint, but the enemy was just snorting in his mouth.

For the sake of face and limelight, although Ciel's finger seems to be infinitely powerful, it consumes a lot of his mana. His supernatural powers are powerful, but they also need greater mana to propulsion. If it really starts, he doesn't have the certainty of victory to be able to deal with the two quasi-saints in front of him who are only a little bit behind him.

In the dark night, except for the moonlight, it seems that even the stars in the sky cannot be seen. Maybe it's because the star is so bright that the stars are dimmed this week.

A cold light flickered in front of the eyes of everyone present, and the ears seemed to echo with the sound of demonic laughter, terrifying cries, and the sound of metal hitting. The uninterrupted sound was wave after wave, like a storm crashing on the shore, beating the hearts of everyone present, even the most powerful Hill, there was a feeling of trance and uncontrollable.

The sound continued, and many guys with poor skills had already foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground, and even masters like the Black Wind Commander couldn't stand such stimulation anymore, and began to wave big knives indiscriminately, slashing everywhere.

No one noticed that in Rakshasa's hand, the inconspicuous scimitar, under his push, had been slightly half out of the sheath, and at this moment, the blade was shining with a mysterious and strange light.