The finger bones that are more than 1,000 feet long are as crystal clear as jade, and the black lines engraved on the bones are even more bewitching, and they can be resurrected in an instant when you watch them.

The battlefield was desolate, with no breath of life, not even ants, only the harsh sound of wind and sand.

And such a strange finger bone appeared in front of him, but it was a little weird.

The bones that have not been transformed for thousands of years are still so terrifying, so how earth-shattering will this person's strength be before his death.

At this moment, Jing Yi raised his eyes and looked at the end of the phalanges, which seemed to be bound by some mysterious thing, and every time the phalanges struggled, the ground shook out a force to bind them.

Jing Yi's heart was shocked, was there any fierce demon sealed in this ancient battlefield, this finger bone should not be his flesh and blood refined, but he knew that some people who had cultivated to astonish the world had the divine power of physical rebirth.

Even if a body of flesh and blood is refined and the blood is steamed dry, it can still be reborn.

The finger bones struggled, but Jing Yi trembled, if it was enjoyed as a sacrifice by the storage of this ancient battlefield, it would not be good.

The sound of the chains wrestling became louder and louder, as if countless strings collided once, making a sonorous sound.

Jingyi's heart shook violently, like a huge collision of thousands of jun, up and down, uneasy to the extreme.

His eyebrows beat wildly, the black lines brought him a great sense of crisis, and the sound of wind and sand gradually became louder.

The ancient battlefield blew a strong wind, the rolling yellow dragon roared in the sky, the wind and sand on the flat bottom became more and more intense, and the sky dome turned murderous for a while.

Buzz!

Jing Yi's ears rumbled, filled with rolling wind and sand, his eyes gradually blurred, and suddenly, Jing Yi saw that the wind and sand seemed to have turned into bloody sand, turning into dragons, roaring wildly.

The momentum of the sky has changed greatly, the vision is rampant, the wind is becoming more and more intense, this barren ancient battlefield, suddenly derived the general scene of the end, the surrounding is pitch black, only the bloody wind and the yellow dust in the sky.

Jing Yi was shocked, this change was too fast, which caught him off guard, and at this moment he clearly heard the finger bones constantly shaking the chain, and it became more urgent.

"The eyes of the heavens are my eyes, and the bodies of the gods are my bodies, and when the heavens are turned into darkness, I will return to heaven and earth. ”

A section of ancient spells came out from the underground, and immediately alarmed the nine heavens, and in the vast black clouds in the sky, it seemed to break through the clouds and mist, and rushed into a beam of light, reaching the underground, as if it was going to penetrate the nine shadows.

Jingyi's body was suddenly lifted up, his body flew upside down, and he spit out a mouthful of blood when he looked up to the sky.

"The blood of the gods flooded the sky, flooding all living beings, in order to remember the creation of the world. ”

The words are intermittent and incomplete, as if there is an ancient myth that has been handed down, but because of the wind, only a few words can be heard.

Swish!

Jing Yi's figure flickered, and a wisp of fierceness crossed his eyes, most of the ancient battlefields were a fierce place, and he was ready to get out at any time.

It's that the vision around here is not clear, and it is difficult to see anything clearly, and it flies recklessly, but I am afraid that it will be doomed.

A roar of unyielding war that seemed to come from the primeval times, full of slaughter, rippling with a killing force in the sky.

Jing Yi was swept away by an invincible thought, and his body fell sideways, the underground power was strong, unmatched, and it was not at all invincible to Jing Yi.

The phalanx moved lightly, and the chain seemed to be straightened by the force, making a hideous sound.

The phalanges seemed to move the whole body, and the sound of the ground became more and more heavy, resounding non-stop, and the iron chains shook and sent out bursts of cold air.

Jing Yi had a cold thread between his teeth, and looking around, he felt that most of the creatures in this ancient battlefield were about to be born.

At this moment, he was terrified and wanted to retreat quickly, but the void around him was shattered, and countless mysterious worlds appeared, and countless middle beings in one world after another made a move, as if they wanted to jointly suppress the storage of this ancient battlefield.

But the next moment, he understood that it was just a microcosm of the past, not a real image, otherwise he would have been shattered and turned into powder.

Jing Yi's long hair danced, and on his handsome face, a wisp of tenacity gradually climbed up, and he saw that the ground seemed to rise up, and the ground around him sank, and black chains appeared.

In the area protruding from the ancient battlefield, the four palms were pressed in the direction of the four elephants in the southeast, northwest, and northwest, and the palms of the hands were all turned into dry bones, without a trace of flesh and blood, and the finger bones were the same as those finger bones that Jing Yi saw beforehand.

The bones of jade, the lines of black sè.

The iron chain was confined around the palm of the hand, and the dust leaked into the ground, and then the dust on the zhōngyāng dispersed, slowly revealing a rectangular object.

It was a scarlet coffin, like blood splashed on it, quietly sitting on the rising area, not intimidating momentum, but it made Jingyi's heart palpitate.

I don't know how many years this blood coffin has been buried here, but there is not a trace of dust stained on it, and the coffin is as blood-red as diamond agate, and the red is intoxicating.

Strange red, amazing blood, Jing Yi has a feeling that this coffin is all poured with the blood of the heavenly beings, and the red sè on it is not congenital, but is dyed red by blood.

The blood has not faded in the slightest over the years, which is enough to illustrate.

The blood coffin was engraved with obscure words, and the shape was like the ancient Heavenly Dragon was hunted, composed of corpses one after another, and the distorted form was also full of ancient rhyme.

The words are as meandering as a dragon, or flying like a dragon and snake, as if they want to go away from the sky, and as mysterious as a heavenly machine, which is inscrutable.

Jing Yi watched it for a long time, but he didn't understand a single word, but he just felt that this was like a scripture and meaning, and the mysteries were endless, so he was forcibly imprinted in his heart for the time being.

The meaning of the scriptures is clear but disillusioned, changing between truth and fiction, and a force seems to ripple out of a mysterious realm.

Jing Yi can't understand these things, and it is already a great risk to be imprinted in his heart, if this scripture is too strong, Jing Yi's Nianhai can't be suppressed at all, and it will directly make Jingyi's Nianhai scattered.

It's a pity that after Jing Yi practiced the human scroll, the humane civilization jīng Hua, the development and innovation of humanity, and the humane jīng divine mind were all stationed in the sea of thoughts, making Jing Yi's mind much stronger.

That piece of Jingyi turned into a mass of jīng gods, hidden in the depths of Jingyi's thoughts, quietly floating and not moving.

The shape of this blood coffin is more majestic than a huge mountain, and it is impossible to see the edge at a glance, but the position of the four palms can be seen clearly when flying into the sky.

"This kind of formation, although I don't know it, but the power of it can also be experienced one or two, it is really a towering creation, the simpler, the more powerful, it really responds to the sentence of the road to simplicity. Jing Yi hung in the air and said in surprise.

He didn't dare to get too close to the blood coffin, for fear that something evil would happen and suck him in again.

It's just that the ancient scriptures on the blood coffin, I don't know what the origin is, but there is no reason to circulate, and there is no power to ripple.

Jing Yi still didn't dare to approach, suspended in the sky hundreds of miles away, if it weren't for the monk, his eyesight was amazing, and he couldn't even see through the blood coffin.

"Who is sealed in this blood coffin, who actually wants to gather the general trend of the surrounding heaven and earth, as well as countless mysterious flood divine power to suppress, among which the Pure Land rune formation, I can't understand it, and it is incomparable, and it is secretly in line with the Heavenly Fortune Dao, which is really mysterious. Jing Yi thought in his heart.

There is only a sky-rushing force around this blood coffin, as if it wants to break free from the confinement and rush to the Nine Heavens, but the suppression method is superb, full of irreversible providence, and it seems that the destiny of heaven has been completed and cannot be resisted.

There is such a Taoist intention in it, ordinary people take a look at it, and then go away, thinking that this blood coffin will only be suppressed for thousands of years, and it will not get out of trouble for the rest of their lives.

The killing machine was stirring in the wind, Jing Yi stood in the nine heavens, and he thought a lot for a while, he wanted to know what kind of creatures were suppressed in this blood coffin, whether it was death or life.

The blood coffin suddenly swirled with a stream of blood, and turned into a red cloud, rising in the sky.

The clouds were fickle, sometimes condensed into a demon god, sometimes into a hideous grimace, ghostly.

After a few changes, the shape of the red glow seemed to stabilize and immediately a wave of murderous intent spread all over the sky, surging like cháo water, rushing into all directions of the sky.

The grimace moved slowly, containing endless divine power, but it also had endless killing opportunities, and the moment it turned its face, it locked Jingyi's qi in an instant.

Jing Yi took a step back suddenly, the clothes on his body were instantly wet, and he was dripping with cold sweat.

"That grimace is staring at me!" Jing Yi was shocked.

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