On the blade of the sword, the two big vermilion characters of 'reincarnation', at this time, in Wan Dong's eyes, it was as if they were dyed with countless blood, the red made him fearful, but at the same time, the blood in his body seemed to resonate, tumbling and galloping.

Subconsciously, Wan Dong slowly stretched out his hand and touched the two vermilion characters. And when his fingers really touched these two big characters, a feeling of half cold, half hot, extremely contradictory, and extremely opposing actually hit his whole body at the same time.

When Wan Dong was terrified in his heart and wanted to remove his hand from the word 'reincarnation', an inexplicable suction force firmly sucked his fingers on the blade, and he couldn't take it back at all.

Wan Dong was shocked, and when he was about to mobilize the Dao Qi in his body and forcibly withdraw his palm, his head buzzed, as if he had been hit with a hammer on the head, and he screamed in pain on the spot.

In the severe pain of this head as if it was about to be crushed alive, Wan Dong clearly saw that the word 'reincarnation' seemed to have turned into a sea of blood, in which the blood waves were surging, and the bones were floating and sinking.

Wan Dong subconsciously wanted to close his eyes, but his eyes, as if out of his control, were unmoved, and the sea of blood was still churning in front of his eyes.

Slowly, the churning sea of blood finally calmed down and turned into a blood-colored mirror, from which a figure was reflected that he was very familiar with.

"Brother Xiao!?" Wan Dong couldn't help but shout, but Xiao Lang in the blood mirror couldn't hear it at all, and he didn't move.

Not only Xiao Lang, but slowly, Chen Yi, Luo Xiao, Wang Yangde, and more and more figures that Wan Dong is very familiar with have emerged from the blood mirror one after another. It's so close to Wandong, but it seems so far away.

However, just when Wan Dong was excited to see a familiar person, a large 'blood cloud' suddenly emerged from the other side of the blood mirror, and then rolled towards Xiao Lang and them like a tide.

Wan Dong's heart suddenly beat violently, this is not the first time he has seen this 'blood cloud'!

"Let's go! Fast! Wan Dong knew the power of this 'blood cloud', and subconsciously let out a series of wild shouts in his mouth.

It's a pity that the people in the blood mirror can't hear it at all. Instead of fleeing, they went straight towards the 'Blood Cloud' under the leadership of Xiao Lang. In a moment, countless blood-clothed people surrounded Xiao Lang and them.

A dark bloody battle began in front of Wan Dong.

It can be seen that Xiao Lang and the others are extremely brave, but even so, they can't make up for the huge gap in numbers between the two sides, and Wan Dong can hardly see that Xiao Lang and they have any hope of surviving in this fight.

"Xinyi!? No! When Wan Dongzheng was in a hurry, a blood-colored sword suddenly fell on Tang Xinyi's back, and a blood mist immediately bloomed from Tang Xinyi's body. With despair and pain on her face, Tang Xinyi's figure slowly fell.

This scene was as if a sharp sword had pierced Wan Dong's heart, and he almost suffocated from the pain.

In the blood mirror, Luo Xiao also saw this scene, and immediately, Luo Xiao seemed to be crazy, roaring and rushing towards Tang Xinyi to kill. However, just when he was still one step away from Tang Xinyi, a blood-clothed man suddenly fell from the sky, and the ruthless blood-colored sword light pierced Luo Xiao's body fiercely under Wan Dong's gaze. As blood splattered, Luo Xiao fell heavily to the ground.

But Luo Xiao was still alive, he was desperately crawling and crawling towards Tang Xinyi, a pair of eyes, always staring at Tang Xinyi, the pain and deep love made Wan Dong's heart stop dripping blood.

Inch after inch, Luo Xiao was getting closer and closer to Tang Xinyi, and it could be seen that Luo Xiao had no strength, but he was still persevering, persevering! Finally, Luo Xiao's stretched out palm was about to touch Tang Xinyi's hand, which had lost its temperature, but at this moment, a bloody sword was ruthlessly poured down, and Luo Xiao was nailed to the ground.

"Nope! You brutes, brutes!! At this time, Wan Dong roared like a detonated explosive, roaring like crazy, his throat burst, and he vomited blood in his mouth. Wan Dong had never felt such intense pain, he could barely bear it!

Luo Xiao finally failed to hold Tang Xinyi's hand, although in the end, there was only an inch left between the two of them.

The tears in Wan Dong's eyes gushed out like a spring, and he couldn't stop it.

looked around, and on the other side, Hu Yue and Ba Ling'er hugged each other tightly, covered in blood, and they had long since lost their breath...... Not far away, Wu Yang knelt on one knee, a blood-colored sword pierced through his chest, and behind him, Wu Yue lay there peacefully, not moving......

Before Wan Dong could recover from this tragic situation, a miserable cry from Liu Ke'er attracted his gaze again, only to see that Wang Yangde's figure was still in the air, and more than ten swords had already pierced his body, and the hot blood turned into blood rain and fell on Liu Keer's body, Liu Keer's pupils were instantly dilated, and the whole person seemed to be out of the body, and there was no trace of brilliance.

"How so? How so? ”

Wan Dong kept muttering in his mouth, and the scene in the blood mirror was like a picture scroll, slowly unfolding. Only then did Wan Dong realize that this was just a very small part of a huge battle.

The whole world seems to have been occupied by slaughter. One after another, Wan Dong's unfamiliar faces also began to show one by one. Everyone is fighting to the death against the blood-clothed people, whether they are high or low.

But those blood-clothed people seemed to be in a steady stream, constantly falling from the sky. When Wan Dong's gaze fell on the sky in the blood mirror, his heart suddenly jumped wildly, and he saw a blood skeleton thousands of feet in size, floating there. It's as if it's a passage between the world and hell, constantly bringing the blood-clothed people to this world.

Countless Dao Sect powers kept bombarding the blood skeleton indiscriminately, but it was like scratching the boot, and it couldn't cause the slightest damage to the blood skeleton. At the same time, the monks of the Daomen were falling in batches.

About half an hour later, when Wan Dong's gaze was withdrawn, even Xiao Lang had fallen in a pool of blood.

"Could it be...... Could it be that the Great World of Daomen is over like this? ”

Yes, after another hour, in the entire blood mirror, there was no longer a single figure of a Daomen monk, and some were just overwhelming blood-clothed people, who condensed into a sea of blood in the blood mirror, which made people frightened.

However, the battle in the blood mirror was not completely over, and the picture suddenly turned, and Wan Dong actually saw it...... Cloudsdale!

"It's a mundane little world!?" Wan Dong couldn't help but shiver a few times in a row, and his whole mind seemed to be wrapped in ice, and he was cold!

The huge blood skeleton that appeared in the Daomen Great World appeared in the sky of the mundane small world at this time, and countless blood-clothed people, like a raging storm, jumped out of the blood skull one after another and fell into the mundane small world.

"Go away! Get lost! I will not allow you to harm the mundane world, I will not allow you! ”

Wan Dong couldn't help but roar again, but it didn't affect these blood-clothed people at all. On the contrary, the huge blood skeleton floating in the sky, as if hearing Wan Dong's roar, slowly looked at him.

In the eyes of the blood skeleton, there were clearly two balls of blood light beating, like a mockery of Wan Dong, and in an instant, an irrepressible anger rose in Wan Dong's heart!

Xu Wenchuan, Xu Tianlong, Sun Daobai, Liu Yunxi, Leng Shuangrong, and even Ye Mei, one after another, appeared. The entire army of the Qingyun Empire has been assembled and launched a desperate resistance to the blood-clothed people!

But even the monks of the Daomen Great World are not the opponents of these blood-clothed people, let alone these mortal martial artists?

This is nothing short of a one-sided massacre!

The army of the Qingyun Empire fell down piece by piece, as if it had been run over by a rolling stone, and within a moment, the entire Cloud City had turned into a sea of blood.

Xu Wenchuan, Sun Daobai, Liu Yunxi, Leng Shuangrong, died one after another! Those blood-clothed people are like ruthless killing machines, unstoppable!

The Qingyun Empire collapsed, and the Tiandu Kingdom, the Tiezhan Dynasty, and even the Western Eight Divisions were destroyed one after another under the slaughter of the Bloody Cloth. Immediately after the Daomen Great World, the mundane small world was also completely annihilated, and almost all living beings were slaughtered!

At this time, Wan Dong's throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't shout even a trace of sound. In fact, Wan Dong didn't have the strength to shout, he was already sweating profusely, and he couldn't even stand on his feet, so he slowly sat down on the ground.

Unconsciously, Wan Dong's hand was finally taken back from the word 'reincarnation', and the blood mirror disappeared, and Wan Dong returned to the Tempest Sword Shrine. This qiē is like a nightmare.

Is it really just a nightmare? Wan Dong shook his head. The qiē that happened in front of him was so real that he could even smell blood. And that scene was engraved in his mind like a knife and an axe, making him want to forget it.

What kind of dream can make people feel so real? What kind of dream can make people so memorable? But if this qiē is true...... Wan Dong hurriedly shook his head vigorously and violently, not daring to think about it at all.

If this qiē is true, it is something that he cannot accept under any circumstances, and it is even more painful for him than death!

"This qiē is not real!" Just when Wan Dong was terrified in his heart, a calm, gentle voice that soothed Wan Dong suddenly sounded.

"Who's talking to me?" Wan Dong held the hilt of the sword fiercely, and looked up vigilantly, there was someone in this sword mound?