Chapter 71 The Eighth

Hearing this, Hong Yu nodded with deep thought. He looked at the blue sky in the distance. Yes, it was really too unusual here, and seemed too peaceful!

Each of the eight worlds in the eight worlds is an extreme vision that makes it impossible to speculate about what will happen in the next moment.

"Boom..." "Boom..."

Suddenly, the earth trembled gently, and the sand on the ground was beating slightly.

"Disaster has come!" Hong Yu's temple suddenly jumped and shook his head at the same time. There was some doubt in his heart, and the earth trembled slightly. What kind of disaster is this coming on them?

Qianlan beside her grabbed his hand and took him up to the sky, standing in the air and looking at him. I saw that it was dark in the sky, and the darkness was flowing like a dark cloud.

The dark area flowed very fast, and soon, Hong Yu and Qianlan saw what it was.

"Oh, my God! It's Warcraft!"

Hong Yu screamed. In the distance and everywhere, it turned out to be overwhelming monsters, rushing towards them crazily, and every warcraft was huge and full of fighting spirit! So many huge monsters made Hong Yu feel powerless.

In the blink of an eye, huge groups of monsters, piece by piece, almost filled the whole world!

"What a pervert!" Hong Yu sighed and said without saying a word. Immediately, the gun of all evil came out. Together with Qianlan, both of them entered the warcraft group, as if two bombs were thrown in. In an instant, blood was sprayed, and the bodies of the warcraft flew everywhere.

In the fifth world, the world's high-level warcraft, Hong Yu and Qianlan killed until they were crazy and old. They couldn't remember anything. As long as they closed their eyes, their minds were full of tragic dead bodies.

The ordeal of this world seems to be easier to overcome than the ordeals of previous worlds, that is, killing Warcraft, but in fact, this is the most extreme psychological challenge for a person. Think about it, what kind of willpower does it take to prevent a person from collapsing?

"Wow...!" Blood burst out. When Hong Yu and Qianlan worked together to cut down the last warcraft, Hong Yu and Qianlan were too old to be old. The two hanging old men looked at the red land under their feet and the piled up of monster corpses that were as high as mountains and could not be seen. They helped each other and smiled at each other...

After that, they ushered in the sixth world.

This is a silent world. The whole world is an eternal desert withered. There are no creatures, no sound, no direction, and no time.

This is still a psychological ordeal. In such a world for a lifetime, people will collapse and go completely crazy if they are not careful.

Hong Yu and Qianlan stayed in this strange world and felt that they were going to survive to the end of time. However, they finally came to the seventh generation with incredible willpower.

In the seventh generation, the ordeal of this life is the opposite of the ordeal of the sixth life: roar! The whole world is a deafening roar, never stopping!

This is also a kind of psychological extreme torture! In the end, Hong Yu and Qianlan survived the hardships of the whole seven generations who were abnormal to the extreme. Both of them rushed into the eighth generation and ushered in the last life ordeal in the eight world. It was also the most difficult life ordeal in the eight generations...

Hong Yu and Qianlan have experienced seven generations together in this eight-sided world. They have become the "couple" of seven generations and have experienced the sufferings of seven generations together. In the outside world, it's only seven days.

This is the rule of the eight-sided world.

The last eighth generation in the eight-day ordeal is hard to imagine that it is a sea of blood, and the sea of blood is boundless, and no coast can be found. Obviously, the whole world of the eighth generation is made up of a sea of blood, and there is nothing else.

"Wang--!"

The sea of blood roars, and the heavy waves of blood are as big as mountains, thousands of feet high.

On the vast sea of blood, the strong bloody people are almost fainting. At the same time, there is infinite coldness and death, as if the blood of all the dead has gathered here since heaven and earth.

"Ah!" At Hong Yu and Qianlan's feet, such an endless sea of blood suddenly appeared, which made Hong Yu jump and fell straight to the sea of blood.

"Hong Yu, be careful." Qian Lanjiao drank, reached out with her little hand, and grasped Hong Yu's hand tightly. The little hand was warm and soft, as soft as boneless, and was caught to enjoy it.

"This eighth world is a little evil." The two held hands with each other, clasped their fingers tightly, and stood in the air. Hong Yu frowned, and the strong blood made his body turn upside down and couldn't help vomiting.

Qianlan was stunned to look at the vast sea of blood. Looking at that look, she was already in meditation.

In the eight-faced world, this is the last life. When they rush out of the eight-generation tribulations, the "husband and wife" will also break up and go back to the past, and even the eight-generation "husband and wife" here will disappear, making them no longer remember.

Qianlan knew very well that they would become a "couple", which was completely caused by the magical power of the eight-sided world. To put it bluntly, it was to experience hardships together in response to the scene. However, it is a true fact that these eight generations of hardships made them completely have human emotions and turned themselves from an ancient sword to a real girl.

"No regret until death!"

These four sonorous and powerful words are still ringing in his ears. When Hong Yu said these four words, the resolute expression on his little face was still deeply imprinted in his mind.

It's the eighth generation. May I ask who can cultivate an eight-life couple between this world!?

"Although human beings have experienced eight terrible ordeals to the extreme, they are really happy!"

"Eight generations are about to pass. Is the relationship between husband and wife coming to an end?"

Qianlan's autumn water eyes stared, looked at the surging blood, and ran eastward, with a faint melancholy in her heart.

She is no longer the dusty nine-day fairy, no longer the ancient sword without human emotions. She entered the eight world and experienced the eight worlds with Hong Yu, and she fell into the mortal world...

Looking at the torrential blood, a trace of fog gradually rose in Qianlan's beautiful eyes. The fog became thicker and thicker, condensed into a tear, hanging on her eyelids.

"Well, there is a feeling of tears, tears, so strange!"

"Are tears a symbol of human emotions?"

"Drip!"

Tears silently fell into the sea of blood and hit a trivial splash of blood.

Are tears of happiness? Or tears of sourness?

Do you cry for having human emotions? Or cry for the love of the eight-day couple who are about to be forgotten?

No one can distinguish...

"Qianlan, what's wrong with you?" Looking at the elegant little face of the little girl beside her, Hong Yuqi said strangely.

"Oh, nothing." Qianlan came to her senses and raised her little hand to dry the tears. There was some shy blush on her peerless face.

"Huh, Qianlan, did you cry? Ha ha, we have passed the suffering of such a perverted seventh generation. Now the eighth generation is just a sea of blood with teeth and claws. Don't you have to cry with fear, right? How did Hong Yu know the little girl's nine twists and eighteen twists and turns, and said with a cracked mouth and a smile.

"You... are such a stupid person!" Qianlan glanced at him, and pressed his graceful and soft body tightly on Hong Yu's body, so that he could not say it was comfortable.

"After experiencing these eight generations of hardships with you, although every life has reached the limit that human beings can bear, Qianlan is very happy! Hong Yu and Qianlan have been married for eight generations. Are you happy?

Qianlan's voice was very soft and ethereal, but it suppressed the sound of the waves under her feet. It was not until her words fell that the waves sounded again.

Gently brushed a few green threads on Qianlan's forehead, and Hong Yu nodded: "I'm also very happy. I won't regret these eight generations until I die!"

"Well, you can say so. Qianlan is very satisfied." Qianlan smiled, and the color of happiness overflowed with words. Then, she straightened her look, looked at the vast sea of blood in front of her and said, "The eight generations are physical ordeals, and the fifth to the seventh generations are psychological ordeals. According to this arrangement, this eighth generation should also be psychological ordeals."

He nodded with deep thought, and Hong Yu said, "That's reasonable. Let's fly forward to see what kind of psychological difficulties this eighth generation will cause us."

With the extreme ordeal of the seventh generation, Hong Yu and Qianlan have already had a lot of psychological preparation and confidence to overcome the hardships of the eighth generation. However, when I think of the eight-day ordeal in this eight-sided world, the ordeal of each life is completely unexpected and makes people unable to figure it out. It's really frightening to think about it.

The bloody sea of blood makes ordinary people unable to bear it, not to mention the cold death. In addition to the unknown hardships that have not yet appeared, just facing such a sea of blood for a lifetime is enough to drive people crazy.

"Dizzy, the ordeal of this eighth generation will not really require us to face such a sea of blood all our lives, will it?" The two clasped their fingers tightly and flew in front of the bloody sea for a long time, but still didn't see any suffering. Hong Yu muttered.

Hearing this, Qianlan shook her head gently: "It's impossible. What's the difference between this and the seventh generation?"