Chapter 183 The Same Sorrow
Woo-hoo......
Woo-hoo......
Woo-hoo......
A moment later, there was a huge sound in the sky, loud, desolate and ancient, like the sound of horns on the ancient battlefield, which made people cry.
In the whole blood moon continent, everyone heard this sound, and they all looked up at the sky. There was endless desolation in their hearts, and their eyes were full of tears.
Wu Sheng fell, and heaven and earth are sad!
With the fall of every martial arts-level strong man, such a vision will be born between heaven and earth.
This sad emotion is shrouded between heaven and earth. Unless he is a strong man at the level of martial arts, everyone will be affected, sad and shed tears.
At this time, although it was daytime, the huge blood moon, red demons and red terribleness had appeared in the sky.
With the emergence of the blood moon, all parts of the blood moon continent fell in an instant.
The blood-red raindrops are like the blood and tears of the sky, and the Thunderbolts are falling and stretching endlessly.
In every corner of the mainland, countless Taoist figures looked up at the sky and were shocked by such a spectacle that they could not even speak.
Although such a scene is not once in a hundred years, it is also quite rare.
The last time heaven and earth were sad and blood rain fell. It was still decades ago that the Jihuo Sect destroyed the battle of the Roushui Sect, and the martial arts-level strong man of the Roushui Sect fell.
"Blood rain from the sky! There must be a demon!"
"There is blood and rain in the sky, and the world is in chaos. Go home quickly!"
"Blood rain..."
In all corners of the Blood Moon Continent, there are cities with monks, empty alleys, and every family is closed, and many people cry and shout to remind them.
The blood rain will last for three days.
In these three days, the yin qi between heaven and earth will be extremely strong, and countless negative emotions will burst out. Monsters will fight each other crazily and attack the city. Humans may also be emotional and irritable.
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And in this bloody rain, Fang Wuji laughed, with a trace of unspeakable pleasure in his laughter.
That little red dust fire is the biggest killer in his hand.
was used, and ten thousand people suddenly died.
To be honest, if it weren't for Wan Changsheng taking out this eternal spiritual spring, Fang Wuji would really be reluctant to use it.
In order to condense this red dust industry fire, he paid endless hardships and even almost died before he was able to condense and take shape.
As a martial saint of the Polar Fire Sect, he has countless believers and receives incense day and night, and accepts the beliefs and prayers of believers.
However, these beliefs of prayer are not a good thing for martial arts saints. They only need the purest power of faith, and do not need believers to ask for them.
In fact, every time he receives the power of faith, Wusheng spends a lot of effort to purify it.
and boundless, unique.
Since he became sanctified, he has come up with a crazy idea, absorbing the power of unpurified incense directly into his body, keeping his heart with purple rose sparks, and allowing these beliefs to defile his soul.
He closed at the bottom of the volcano deep underground and endured unparalleled pain every day.
Feel the pain of each believer, even as if it were a personal experience.
For decades, day and night, there has never been a moment of relaxation. If it hadn't been for the protection of Ziwei Xinghuo, he would not have been able to support it.
And decades later, his patience and hardship have been rewarded.
That trace of red dust fire is a collection of the distracting thoughts of countless believers, which contains all kinds of emotions and all kinds of pains of life. Even a strong man at the level of martial arts can't stand it at all.
Even for Fang Wuji, it is a cancer.
And now, releasing this cancer has achieved great results, and he is extremely relaxed.
In this bloody rain, Fang Wu laughed loudly, found the three elders, grabbed them casually, and rushed to the headquarters of the Jihuo Sect.
This war can be said to be a rich harvest for him.
Not only removes the shackles on the body, but also gets a drop of eternal spring. Of course, the most important point is the cold flame.
As a practicing madman, a more crazy idea came to Fang Wuji's mind.
Fusion of blue flame cold!
My own purple star fire is a pure yang attribute, but this blue flame cold flame is the yin attribute, yin and yang*, which is undoubtedly a devastating explosion, but if it can be successfully integrated, it will definitely be invincible from now on.
Blood Moon Continent, no more invincible!
Crossing the disaster and soaring, only in one thought.
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The seven-killing ancestor was flying away. After running out of nearly a thousand miles, he stopped in a desolate valley.
It's still raining blood in mid-air.
At this time, he was a little embarrassed.
First, it was a desperate escape just now, which took a lot of effort, and second, it was the blood cell in the hands of the white bone.
Since the blood rain began to fall from the sky, the power of this blood cell has become restless and powerful in an extremely strange posture.
He knew very well the reason for the blood rain. Naturally, it was because Wan Changsheng fell, but he couldn't figure out why such a change occurred on his blood cells.
But in any case, this blood cell must be suppressed.
The mind felt that Fang Wuji did not catch up, and the seven-kill ancestor was relieved.
Wu Sheng's ranking is about to change.
He sighed in his heart.
I didn't expect that Fang Wuji could have the fire of the heart demon!
This kind of flame is definitely an existence that can change the color of the monks. Even if he is a strong man, he is no exception, but he dares to nurture the fire of the heart demon with his own body.
Such a thing has never happened in the history of the Blood Moon Continent.
Even with the heart of seven killings, I can't help but admire it.
Fang Wuji, it's too cruel!
Not only to the enemy, but also to yourself.
Everyone knows the method of melting the fire of the heart demon, which is nothing more than relying on the impurities in the power of incense, but no one really does it.
A little carelessness is a dead end.
The reason why the seven kills fled and can't even raise the courage to fight is because of his own skill attributes.
He practiced and killed, and his hands were stained with countless blood. Once stained with the fire of the heart demon, the end will only be more miserable than Wan Changsheng.
Bang!
Bum!
Bum!
All kinds of thoughts came out of Wusheng's mind, and at this time, the blood cells became more violent and irritable, like a fierce beast trapped in a cage, hitting the big white bone and big hand.
With each impact, its energy not only does not weaken, but also becomes stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seven Killing Wu Sheng's face was solemn.
He is very clear that there will be demons when blood rain falls from the sky.
For example, decades ago, when the strong man of Roushui Sect fell, there was a rabbit in heaven and earth, and a wonderful change took place.
The weak rabbit, in an extreme time, turned into a bloody rabbit that could devour everything, slaughtered countless villages and cities, and finally, under the lead of several martial saints, thousands of strong men joined hands to suppress it, and was completely killed.
Is it that this blood rain, the evil is this blood cell?
There was confusion in the eyes of the seven killing martial arts saints.
It's not impossible.
During these hours of imprisonment, he also vaguely felt the strangeness of this blood cell.
The energy is extremely restrained, with a huge breath of life, but at the same time, there is also a breath of death and cold. Although it is far inferior to Wusheng, killing a Jindan monk is like killing a chicken.
Snow Mountain Goddaughter...
What the hell did you do?
There is a fog in the eyes of the seven kills.
After all, he is not as broad as Su Han. He has never even heard of Ning Hongluan's magic skills.
I don't care about him, suppress it!
Even if it is really an anti-sky evil, it must be severely suppressed!
A trace of determination appeared in his eyes, and a bloody light appeared in the hands of the seven-killed martial arts saint, forming layers of tightly sealed locks, completely blocking this blood cell in the hands of the white bone.
After doing all this, he clearly felt that the power of blood cells was still growing rapidly.
Even faintly devours their own energy.
The seven-killing ancestor was stunned.
This...what the hell is this?
Snow Mountain Goddaughter?
Plough comb?
Blood wolf?
One by one, thoughts circulated in my mind, and there was a dilemma between killing the ancestors.
Continue to seal and suppress, and the energy will be swallowed up.
And if you ignore it and let the power of this blood cell grow, you will definitely be unable to control it after a period of time.
The seven-killed ancestor originally thought that after grabbing this blood cell, he could easily refine it, but now it has become a hot potato.
What should I do?
He gritted his teeth fiercely and his body rose into the air.
First go back to the city of sin and go to your own base camp to see if you can continue to suppress it through the killing of countless incense believers.
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And at this time, Su Han also saw the blood rain falling from the sky.
He was tied and dragged away, flying in mid-air, and a drop of bloody rain fell on his body. Su Han only felt sadness coming from his heart, and tears couldn't stop falling.
Su Han felt that there was an indescribable sadness in his heart. Obviously, he was not sad at all, but this emotion existed.
There seems to be a big hand in heaven and earth that can control everything, and it is easy to control your mind.
Such power made Su Han feel extremely shocked.
At this time, Su Han felt that the small tripod in his body and the plow comb in his heart emitted a strange energy, like some kind of barrier, which suddenly shielded the influence of the breath of heaven and earth.
I looked up and saw that the exquisiteness sitting on the lotus flower was also full of tears and could not be wiped dry.
"Wu Sheng's Fall... Wu Sheng's Fall..."
Linglong muttered to himself, like a panicked child, as if he didn't know what to do at all.
"Hey, let me go." Su Han shouted.
Linglong subconsciously threw down the rope and hesitated for a moment, "What do you want to do?"
"I want to pee." Su Han shouted.
Linglong was stunned.
I never thought that in such an atmosphere, in such an environment, Su Han could say such a sentence.
She subconsciously wanted to laugh, but her mouth grinned a few times, but she couldn't laugh. Her smile was worse than crying.
"Hurry up!"
Linglong's eyes hesitated, "No, I have to go home first before I can let you go!"
After Su Han's interferment, the sadness in her eyes also eased slightly, driving the magic weapon into a streamer, and continued to run rapidly in the established direction.