Chapter 14 Bloody Plain

The original fierce rain gradually dissipated, from the overwhelming to the dripping water, and a Langlang sky was restored.

The dark sky seemed to be within reach, and the stars appeared first, flashing and covering the sky.

At the same time, a bright moon appeared in the sky, and the cold light was like frost and snow, sprinkled on the bloody plain.

On the ground, a touch of bright red blood can be clearly seen, flowing slowly, flowing down the low slope into the Chu River, dyeing the originally clear and clean river red.

These are all caused by tens of thousands of monks chasing while fighting. Many corpses that failed in competition fell on the ground, which was so shocking that they lost their precious lives.

Everything is led by a famous sword on the list of divine soldiers. But this is not the fault of the sword. It can only be blamed for people's greed. For example, some people have low cultivation but do not know themselves and come to die in vain.

Ying Yu stared at the direction of Xiao Ruoli's departure and took a deep look until the other party's figure completely disappeared from sight, and then he cleaned up his mood and left the place.

Since Xiao Ruoli is going to make trouble in the crowd that robbed the soul of the king of Chu's sword, he can't object. It can be seen that Xiao Ruoli is a person who will not be bullied in all aspects, so it is normal to vent her anger.

Thinking that the other party is already a virtual cultivation, Ying Yu can only sigh silently.

The two are about the same age, but they are two levels apart. Although he knows that it is because his practice days are too short, he is still unwilling.

He went up the river and found a neat place. Because the ground was wet just after the heavy rain, he could only use his spiritual power to evaporate and dry the land within two feet, and then sat down and slowly practiced.

He put a trace of spiritual power into the jade pendant on his chest, and immediately a mysterious and inexplicable text passed through his heart like a trickle. That is "Wanhua Xianjue", which contains the artistic conception of the Tao and the charm of heaven, which promotes his cultivation.

Because he listened to the song "Forget the Drunken Red Dust" during the day, he had an unprovoked melancholy in his heart. At this moment, his practice finally dissipated, which made his cultivation also increase significantly, which was a benefit he had never expected.

Huo Di, he opened his eyes and looked up into the distance. He saw that the sword soul of the king of Chu, who had just flown far away, flew back again. Seeing that speed would come to the Chu River again in a moment. Ying Yu could only breathe unlucky and immediately got up and left.

He had no goal, so he went in the direction of the desperate peak, flying quickly. The cold wind blew over his side, rolled up his clothes and shook his sleeves.

"Why are you following me again!" He ran for miles and turned his head and almost cursed. The sword soul of the king of Chu actually turned the direction again, flying from where he was. He can only continue to run to avoid being involved in the war.

The peak of ruthlessness is full of blood, and the frost moon passes by and turns red, which looks extremely terrible, even if it is the underworld purgatory.

The whole mountain is covered with a layer of blood. At the same time, there are countless corpses, dressed in different clothes, old and young, and the body is cold.

The dark fragrance that was faintly floating in the air has disappeared, and the space is filled with a strong and extremely bloody smell, which is disgusting.

Ying Yu stepped on this place inexplicably.

He didn't know why the world was so big that he had to hide here, as if there was a call in the dark, which made him have to come here.

But he didn't think much about it. He has encountered many strange things since the practice, and he can adapt to it.

Looking back, I saw the sword soul of the king of Chu flying and hovering in the bloody plain, and many monks also stayed in the distance, competing and attacking each other. The killing sound was shocking and overflowing.

Seeing that the sword soul of the king of Chu did not chase after him again, he was finally relieved that he came to the back peak of the desperate peak, waved his hand to draw a strong wind out of a dry and clean earth, and began to practice again. Apart from this, he really doesn't know what else he can do when he is idle.

In the bloody plain, the sword soul of the king of Chu wandered, and the sharp breath radiated. Under the brilliant and beautiful light, it was enough to plunder the attack of life. Anyone who approached the bottom was immediately pierced by the sword light and died, and the person with high cultivation could not succeed in getting the sword because of the rest of the people. The situation became deadlocked for a while.

Xiao Ruoli wandered in the crowd, like a willow, swaying like a shadow, and there were more than ten feet between her fingers. Instead of flying, she stayed on the ground, with a proud smile on the corners of her mouth under the veil, and the glazed blue light in her hand.

She did not intend to hurt people, just to make the scene more chaotic.

She waved the glass, and a green light flashed suddenly. She crossed the crowd and hit a crowd that seemed to be good friends, and suddenly exploded and overturned several people, but did not kill her.

Unfortunately, the people on the right side of the force launched an attack, and the green light flashed, and the blue mang swallowed. At that time, the party attacked by Xiao Ruoli was misunderstood. More than a dozen attacks were violently bombarded, and the two sides fought fiercely.

This is exactly the scene Xiao Ruoli wanted to see. She couldn't help but say happily, "If you dare to disturb me, I will give you a chance to stretch your muscles and bones. But if you fall here, you can't be blamed."

If Ying Yu is here again, when he sees Xiao Ruoli's movements, he will definitely call the witch secretly in his heart.

When the battle became more and more fierce, the sword soul of the king of Chu suddenly stopped and seemed to have another goal, dragging a purple tail in the direction of the peerless peak. This action immediately attracted many monks to shift their positions and continue to chase, and no one was willing to give up.

Lin Wudao and Zhong Feiyu roared, killed on the top of the clouds, fell to the ground, and smashed many close things. No one dared to approach within a hundred feet. The horrible attack made many people change color and were horrified.

But they also dare not get too close to the sword soul of the king of Chu, otherwise they will be greeted by the fierce bombardment of all monks.

Xiao Ruoli easily avoided all kinds of attacks. Wanfa did not touch her body. She looked up and curled her lips and said, "Is this the elite disciple of the young generation of Tiandaomen and Jiuxiao School? It doesn't look like that. If I reach their age, my achievements will definitely surpass them.

Under the leadership of the sword soul of the king of Chu, these monks who walked around outside killed back to the peak of love. The mountain peak, which had been silent, was shocked, and the colorful brilliance and attacks covered the world, and people still kept killing.

Ying Yu in practice suddenly opened his eyes, felt the vibration of the earth and the brilliance of the sky, and muttered, "No, I hit wherever I am!"

The sword soul of the king of Chu flew left and right on the peak of Desperate, rolled up and down, swimming in tens of thousands of people, and no one could touch it. The war boiled and spread across the whole mountain. The monks were all angry and almost fought at sight, and there was no room for slow talk.

Ying Yu stood up helplessly and drew his sword and said, "I didn't want to disturb you, but the world won't forgive me."