The blood light emitted by the blood-colored young dragon was extremely conspicuous in the dark night, shining incessantly, like a blood-colored ripple, rippling in the sky.

I don't know how long he flew, but Ou Yangming's mind actually felt a strong summoning power.

The devouring power in his body was unusually eager, which made Ou Yangming's heart amazed. This powerful force, since it was obtained, has been tepid, even a little scattered, but at this moment, it is eager.

This strange change made Ou Yangming sure in his heart that the centrifugal had indeed made a big move.

When you think about it this way, it's faster, like an arc tearing the space apart.

The empty mountains and new rain, the scenery along the road is beautiful, the fog is in the sky, and the flowers are swaying, but Ou Yangming has no idea of appreciation in his heart.

The heart is becoming more and more anxious, and there is a faint sense of unhappiness, as if as long as it is late, it will cause unimaginable consequences.

Seeing that Ou Yangming's face was frosty, even Rhubarb didn't dare to speak casually. At this moment, Ou Yangming's body seemed to have a burst of fire, but it burned everything, and even he didn't know where this fire came from, he was inexplicably unhappy.

Everywhere it passed, the powerful momentum pressed down, and all the beasts were easy, and no one dared to frustrate its edge.

Xiao Hong flicked her wings and dared to ask, "What's wrong with you?" At this moment, the aura on Ou Yangming's body, even him, felt extremely terrifying.

"It's fine. Ou Yangming nodded slightly, and the violent aura on his body dissipated a lot.

With a slight movement of thoughts, he has entered the realm of sympathy between heaven and man.

After thinking for a while, he looked at Xiaohong with burning eyes, and still asked the doubts hidden in his heart, he asked: "Is the grudge entanglement between the Dragon Clan and the Feng Clan very deep?" Although he had the answer in his heart, he was not sure.

"Hmm!" Xiaohong nodded her head slightly, and the colorful feathers on the top of her head were also fluttering in the wind.

If this kind of sensitive question were asked by the rest of the people, Xiaohong would definitely spit out a mouthful of flame without hesitation, burn the other party into charcoal, and taunt that it was neither big nor small.

But Ou Yangming has the bloodline of the Feng Clan, and the bloodline of the Feng Clan is so strong that it has reached an unimaginable level, so he nodded and said yes.

It shook its wings, and then said, "This resentment comes from the blood, and it is difficult to explain. ”

Ou Yangming's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice: "Sure enough!" After entering the ruins, he had this kind of guess, especially in the world under the Sword Peak, when he saw the crazy appearance of the bone dragon that he used the Heavenly Phoenix Fire, this guess instantly became even more certain.

"Boom, Boom, Boom, ......Boom" The sound of breaking through the sky opened.

Turned into several long rainbows and went away quickly.

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At this time, at the junction of Danzhou and Zhangzhou, an extremely hidden place.

The land was desolate, pitch black and deep, and countless followers of the Heaven Devouring Demon God had dull eyes, their teeth chattered, a strange smile appeared in the corners of their eyes, and their noses and mouths were pulled together.

If you look closely, you can see that the movements, expressions, and even eyes of these believers are all the same.

This picture is enough to make those who see it feel terrified.

On the top of the mountain, a man looked into the distance, his white clothes swinging behind him with the breeze.

He had a handsome face that did not fit in with the picture in front of him. Of course, the most striking thing is his eyes. What kind of eyes are these? full of aggression, as if they can devour nothingness. At the first glance, two words involuntarily pop up in my mind - ambition.

seems to have the ambition to dominate the world, who is this man in white, who is he if he is not centrifugal?

Centrifugal fingers rubbed the purple clay cup, and his feet shook for a moment, and half a cup of red liquid shook with the movement of his hand. If you look closely, it is half a cup of fresh blood.

He was very energetic, the injuries on his body had healed, his eyes glanced at the blood shadow under him casually, his right arm was lightly raised, and the purple sand cup was sent to his mouth, his eyes showed an obsessive look, and he drank a mouthful of blood comfortably, and said in a gloomy voice: "I told you at the beginning, if you have a backbone, next time, I will make you worse than dead, now do you believe it?" As soon as the words fell, the purple sand cup was put down, and the corners of his mouth were scarlet, which was particularly terrifying in the dark night.

"Phew, Lord Demon God won't let you go, those who abandon the way, those who abandon the way......" The Blood Shadow's voice was intermittent, hoarse and dry, and his words were full of resentment.

After speaking, he used his last bit of strength to spit on the centrifugation.

It's just that at this moment, he is exhausted, his blood is lost, and he is no longer the Venerable who once laughed at the emptiness. As soon as this mouthful of saliva came out, it was already powerless to fall, and it was not contaminated with centrifugation at all.

The centrifugal gaze was even more gloomy, and he didn't even hide, as if he was smiling, and said: "Sure enough, the blood of His Holiness is a healing elixir, and after drinking it so many times, the injuries on my body have healed." Drink more, is it possible to go further?"

"The one who has abandoned the way!" the blood shadow gritted his teeth with blood-red eyes.

"Hahahaha, what is the Tao? I am the Tao!" Centrifugal looked up at the starry sky, his eyes fiery.

I drank the blood in the purple sand cup in one gulp, clenched my five fingers, and pinched it hard, the purple sand cup instantly turned into powder, and then said: "I once said that I will be a Buddha when I slaughter all living beings, open the secret realm with the blood of tens of thousands of believers, and get the inheritance of the demon lord." As long as this matter is accomplished, who can stop me in the entire spiritual world?" he said and laughed wildly.

The body of the blood shadow was full of dense wounds, criss-crossed, and drenched in blood.

In some places, you can even see the white bones, and a rotten breath echoes and opens.

He exhaled a cold breath vigorously, and with such a slight movement, he tore at the wound on his body, and a cone pain hit him, which seemed to make people faint. But the strange thing is that not a single drop of blood is shed, because the wound on the blood shadow has been specially treated. How precious is the blood of His Holiness? This question is indeed difficult to answer, but it is invaluable to centrifugal people who have the ability to devour.

"You are hopelessly ill. Blood Shadow took a breath and spoke softly.

Centrifugal but didn't care, glanced at him proudly, and said lightly: "Do you know why I'm standing, but you're lying on your stomach like a dog, and life is better than death?"

Blood Shadow counterattacked: "How long can a person who doesn't even adhere to his own beliefs stand so comfortably? The Tao is not begging for this, this is not seeking the Tao, this is entering the demon! Now that your Dao heart has been completely poisoned by the demonic intent, then in this life you are destined to travel farther and farther away from the Great Dao, and the more you ask for something, the more you can't get it! Just like the morning sun and the evening sunset, chasing each other, but never touching each other; just like the flowers and leaves of the flowers on the other side, never to meet. You've already lost your way, but you're here to talk about it, isn't it funny?"

The fierce color in the centrifugal eyes flashed, like a white lightning, and the center of gravity sank downward, directly pinching the neck of the blood shadow.

The voice was like ice slag, cold to the bone: "I don't need you to preach to me!" His eyes were crazy, and countless bloodshots spread, like a fierce beast that chooses people to devour.

But the blood shadow was not afraid at all, his eyes were round and he looked at him, and he said angrily, "You have the ability to kill me!"

"Kill you?" Centrifugal repeated.

With a strong squeeze of his five fingers, he lifted the blood shadow from the ground and lifted his legs off the ground.

With a casual throw, the Blood Shadow flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a huge bluestone.

In just a moment, Qingshi collapsed inch by inch, the corners of his mouth pursed, revealing an astonishing arc, and sneered: "Die, you are too naïve! I still want to use your soul to lay out the blood of these tens of millions of believers, summon the secret realm, enter the dragon world, die, how can you let you die so easily?"

In the early morning, the sun dispels the cold and darkness of the earth at the same time.

Centrifugal eyes flashed with blood, raised his head, and said, "The time is almost up, the overall situation is beginning to take shape, and the situation is clear." It's time to harvest the wheat......"

As soon as the words fell, blood mist dispersed above his body, and a gloomy aura spread out in all directions.

In the blood mist, the centrifugal hands quickly pinched the tricks, and countless obscure, cumbersome, difficult to understand and difficult to learn tricks were played.

The whole mountain range, roaring and exploding, one after another gusts of wind and thunder roared, connected into one.

Half an hour later, the earth shook, and a blood-colored altar slowly rose from the ground. It was mottled in color, and in the middle of the altar, there was a large pit three feet square, stained with blood, but it had dried up, forming an indescribable color.

Even the sky suddenly became gloomy, with lead clouds, silver snakes dancing, and winds swirling.

The thunder exploded, and the color of the entire sky changed completely.

"Go!" Bloodshadow raised his hand!

Tens of thousands of believers rushed to the altar as if they were stunned.

His eyes were cloudy, dazed, and he didn't have the slightest delirium.

After stepping on the altar, his five fingers were like knives, constantly scratching at his body, and in an instant, his skin and flesh were opened.

But these people seem to be unaware, especially when they see the blood, they become even more crazy.

His face was distorted, and he grabbed at the internal organs of his body, and soon, his body became ulcerated.

Blood kept sinking down the altar, but the three-foot-square pit seemed to be impossible to fill, and no matter how much blood flowed into it, it would be absorbed by a mysterious force.

Blood, blinding blood, stained half the sky red.

Centrifugal eyes were obsessed, squinting, hands spread, making a gesture of hugging the blue sky, and inhaling hard.

He whispered, "Blood Shadow, do you see it? I'm going to succeed!"

The blood shadow didn't answer, but the viciousness in his eyes reached the point of palpitations.

One, two, three......

More and more people died on the altar in a miserable state, their bodies full of wounds and dried blood.

But even when he died, there was still no relief in his eyes, and even his soul was bound.

I don't know how long it took, but the pouring rain came, as if it wanted to wash away all the dirt, sin, and injustice in this world.