Chapter 6 Red Dust

"You killed my son?"

This person is condescending, sounding like thunder, and his eardrums are painful, and he looks like a teacher is asking for guilt.

However, although the voice was fierce, the man did not take action directly, as if he had any scruples in his heart.

Jiang Ming's face was indifferent and said coldly, "Who doesn't kill countless people in this third demon realm with blood on their hands? Who knows which one is your son?" The other party has clearly come to plead guilty, that is to say, his position is already hostile. Naturally, Jiang Ming's personality will not have a good look at him.

"I'm the owner of the Blood Cloud Gate!"

Jiang Ming suddenly remembered the triangular-eyed young man he killed not long ago and said clearly, "Yes, I did kill a young man who claimed to be the owner of Xueyunmen before."

The man didn't say much. He stretched out his hand and pointed, and Jiang Ming's sleeve turned into powder. The man said indifferently, "There is a fine red line three inches above your wrist, which is the unique soul guide of the Blood Cloud Gate. As long as you kill the disciple who writes the Blood Cloud Gate, a wisp of blood will quietly turn into a curse stained you. Go."

Jiang Ming came deep and found that there was indeed a thin red line on his arm, like a blood stain. He urged Zhenqi to wash away every trace of flesh and blood on his arm, but found that this wisp of blood stain was like a maggot of the metatarus and could not be erased.

Jiang Ming frowned slightly and was a little annoyed. The road of monism is bloody and endless, and sometimes it is necessary to cut grass and eradicate it, but this kind of unpreventable mysterious technique is a hidden danger, which makes him quite helpless.

The man's expression was indifferent and cold, like a sharp knife: "I have solved the doubts in your heart."

With that, the man took a step forward, the terrain changed, and the void solidified. Jiang Ming seemed to be nailed to the void fiercely and difficult to move. Countless low slopes on the ground suddenly rose, like thousands of steel guns pulling up to the ground and rushing straight to the sky, as if to turn into spears and penetrate Jiang Ming.

At this time, an extremely sharp air machine crossed the sky, like a sharp sword. Suddenly, the space was solidified, the terrain sank, and all the attacks were resolved to be invisible. An air machine dragged Jiang Ming and fell to the ground. Jiang Yi was as straight as a javelin, exuding a fierce figure and fierce figure appeared on their side.

Jiang Yi looked at the man coldly and said, "The strength of this world is respected, and those who are weak deserve to die!" If you insist on avenging your parents and children, you can fight with me.

The man's face was expressionless, his eyes flashed twice, and then dissipated his momentum and said indifferently, "You're right. If the world where strength is respected is respected, it really deserves to die because of poor strength! The practitioner has a long life and countless children. I don't need to hold a grudge against you for such a useless son.

After saying that, the man did not procrastinate and turned around to leave. After two steps, he turned his head and whispered, "If you want to get enough benefits in this third demon realm, you have to unite with the strong. I like to deal with the strong, and I hope I can get closer in the future!"

The man walked slowly, but every step out had gone far, far away, horrible, and finally disappeared into the vast sky.

"Is that how you left? Is it so easy?" Jiang Ming muttered and said slightly confusedly, "I thought there would be a shocking war, but I didn't expect him to leave so easily? He also said that he should be closer in the future. Is his son's life so worthless in his heart? Is it really too forgetful to cultivate to the depths?

Youluo hung an evil smile on his face and said, "It's not too forgetful, but helpless in his heart. If he has enough strength, I believe he won't compromise so easily."

Jiang Ming shook his head and walked away helplessly, looking sad.

Jiang Ming cleaned up the whole Green Magic Gate, and when there was no discordant sound, he calmed down and devoted himself to practice.

Since Youluo said the "Third Demon Realm", Jiang Ming has been on guard against Youluo, but it is expected that Jiang Yi is there. Even if he has perseverance, he can't turn over any big waves.

Youluo is also a very restless master. Knowing that Jiang Ming wanted to close down, he took the initiative to ask Jiang Ming to expand his power.

Jiang Ming once saw the strength of Jiang He in the ancient martial arts continent. His divine consciousness dissipated and killed the whole Nangong clan without any effort. It was at that moment that Jiang Ming realized how horrible the powerful practitioners were. From that moment on, he believed that his strength was everything, and the so-called power was just accessories and accessories shrouded in the aura of great strength.

Youluo's method is quite fierce. This month, he swept through hundreds of thousands of sects around Qingmo Mountain with a kind of virtual immortal under his command. If it is surrendered, it will be fine. Otherwise, Youluo will cleanse it with iron and blood. Such a method is quite effective. In just one month, all the masters of hundreds of thousands of miles of Qingmo Mountain have been forcibly recovered, including thousands of virtual immortals and dozens of true immortals. Coupled with Jiang Yi, a master, such a force can be called horrible in the third demon realm, and it is a hero.

On this day, Youluo returned, and there was a piece of black pressure behind him, vast and powerful. They were all masters of virtual immortals and true immortal realms, and their strength was outstanding people at the same level. He didn't look down on Youluo's poor mental strength at all.

" boss, I'm back, hey hey!"

After Youluo and Jiang Ming were together, they called him the boss freely and kindly. His roar resounded through the mountains and forests like thunder.

A dense figure rushed out of the sect, with a wary look. When they found that the person came was Youluo, they showed their eyes one by one and disappeared.

Jiang Ming flew out of the mountain gate, and the matching magic spirit was like a thick ink color left by someone in the void. He hunted in purple and his hair flew, looking like a demon god.

"I'm back!" Jiang Ming smiled and looked at the many masters behind Youluo, like dark clouds. Jiang Ming was really surprised and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to really have some tricks."

"Haha! That is!" Youluo laughed proudly and said, "You don't want to think about my means."

Jiang Ming laughed in surprise and shook his head helplessly.

Youluo asked, "Has there been any gain from this retreat?"

Jiang Ming shook his head and said helplessly, "It hasn't been long since my strength reached the peak of death. This time, I always feel that there is an unbreakable barrier blocking my promotion. However, you can't practice too quickly. You just need to practice quietly, and you can naturally break through when the water comes to fruition.

Youluo nodded, then turned to face the crowd and said solemnly, "This is my boss, yes, er, boss, our power doesn't seem to have a name yet."

Youluo originally wanted to introduce Jiang Ming to these strong men and then announce the power they belonged to, but in the end, he was embarrassed to find that their power did not have a name.

"Well~~ Between heaven and earth, everything is full of love. Even if a stubborn stone becomes a demon, it will have its own emotions. Heaven and earth can only be seen, and it is all red dust. Although the final path of our practitioners is to see through the world and transcend heaven and earth, how many people can really see through it from ancient and modern times? The sand-like monks of the Ganges River have continuous interest disputes and bloody hatred. Their various desires are more cautious than the rolling red dust. Although they are monks, they are difficult to see through. The red dust is like a huge net that binds the world. It is constantly cut, the reason is still messy, and it is difficult to break free! The name of our sect is positioned as Hongchen!"

"Hongchen? Good name! It's just that do you really have a strong leader? A harsh and cold voice sounded, and a thin old man came out of his back, with deep eyes, imitating several corpses. Although this man is not good-looking or even a little ugly, his whole body is like a mountain torrent and tsunami, and the waves are terrible.

The old man's eyes flashed with a faint light, looked at Jiang Ming coldly and said, "If I heard it correctly just now, your strength is just the peak of death. I'm not good. I've been practicing Taoism for 500 years to reach the middle of the true immortality. How can I protect me with your strength to take life? If you can't come up with a statement, hey..."

Although he didn't say it clearly, everyone knew what he wanted to say.

One stone stirred up thousands of waves. The words of this skinny old man resonated with many masters behind Youluo. At the beginning, they shouted and questioned without hesitation.

"Bak, if the boss does it with all his strength, it will be difficult for me to support it for a moment under him. What qualifications does a waste like you have to question my boss? Are you looking for fault on purpose?" Youluo hung an evil smile on the corners of his mouth, and his expression was cold. He scraped everyone like a knife. Everyone suddenly felt cold on their backs. Thinking of Youluo's many cruel methods, he was silent for a moment and did not dare to say more.

In an instant, these eyes made the old man, who was like a mummified, trembling and stunned, and said that he did not dare to retreat.

He was originally the suzerain of a medium-sized sect "Body Sect". On that day, Youluo went to recover and fought with him. Finally, he cleaned the whole "Body Sect" by iron-blooded means. Such cruel and mysterious means made him feel scared of the whole demon way. Seeing Youluo's anger, he naturally did not dare to touch his moldy head and quickly retreated.

Suddenly, Jiang Ming waved his hand and said, "Wait!"

When the old man heard Jiang Ming's shout, his face suddenly changed and said to himself, "Does this boy have resentment because of my collision and wants to sanction me?" If so, it's not good... Although he is not interested in Jiang Ming, he is afraid of Youluo. Looking at Youluo's admiration for Jiang Ming, he naturally felt a little hairy.

"If you are not convinced, you can fight with me. If you win the sea and let the birds fly, you can go wherever you want, and I will never stop you."

Jiang Ming's words fell, like the old man's expression of a mummified corpse. He glanced at Youluo beside him in horror, and immediately hardened his scalp and said, "Is this true?"

In fact, for masters at the level of mummified old people, although they can't run rampant in the third demon realm, as long as they are safe and stable, they will not be easily killed. For this kind of person, they are unrestrained and do whatever they want. If they succumb to others, they will naturally feel unwilled.

"Naturally take it seriously!" Jiang Ming said with a smile.

In fact, Jiang Ming has his own plan, which is - Liwei!

Jiang Ming is not worried about Youluo, but these people are subdued by Youluo one by one. In order to avoid these people's eyes, there is only Youluo, without himself, and it will be unfavorable to him in the future, Jiang Ming intends to fight against him and let these people know who is the real boss.

The old man's eyes flashed. He didn't expect Jiang Ming to agree so happily, which made him feel a little strange.

Although Youluo is an extremely perverted freak, he tried his best to beat his true immortal without a temper, but the old man of the mummified corpse did not believe that Jiang Ming was also so strong. Immediately, he suddenly crossed his heart and said coldly, "Okay, that's settled!"