When the laws of the Lord of the Netherworld are in the Forgotten Lands, they are not affected. For this heaven and earth, it is undoubtedly a catastrophe.

The law does not blame the people, and the people do not choose. Then, for the world, it is undoubtedly the most disorderly, undoubtedly dark turmoil.

The Netherworld is unlike any other.

The rest of the vast world is occupied by the human race. The world is big, although there are ups and downs, but most of them are stable.

Evil and good are intertwined and muddy. But in the world, rational people and people with good hearts still account for the vast majority. Therefore, this order was pacified. so that the evil cannot be turned over.

Heaven and earth have a vast and strong spirit, so the other eight are vast and relatively calm most of the time. Not many people can make big waves.

Even if it appears, it will be suppressed by the Almighty.

Just like the Tianlin Xu family, the ancestor who won the demon lord's half style. He turned the sword seed into qi and planted it into the bodies of those monks with higher talents, using it as a container for sword intent, and when it was ripe, he would pick and harvest the fruit.

The sword species were not one or two, but hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of talented monks, who were devoured by the Heavenly Ancestors.

It's just that this sword path is still not really successful. More sword types are needed.

This has turbulent the foundation of Cangyun Heaven, even if the Heaven is close to the Ancestor, cultivated to reach the Destruction Realm, and is known as immortal and immortal. But there is still a great power to strike, and when he is also seriously injured, he will kill him.

However, Netherworld is different. This is a place where ghosts gather, and even in the realm, ghosts account for most of them.

These ghosts, although they have obtained the law of the Lord of the Netherworld, can be peaceful. But in essence, it is still a ghost, and what is pressed in the bottom of my heart is bloodthirsty and killing.

Now, when a fish enters the sea, it is free and no longer trapped by fishing nets.

These are not small fish, but extremely vicious, huge and ferocious fish, and once they enter the vast ocean, it is undoubtedly a disaster for the fish in the ocean.

Chu Cheng looked at the head in his hand, although the flesh and blood were blurred, he could faintly see that this was an old man.

In the face of killing, there is never a distinction between men and women, young and old. For those who are strong, it's just a lump of meat.

It is living meat and inanimate meat, and it is useless meat.

"The cause of this... It's a Terran monk......."

Flesh and blood are nourishing for ghosts and immortals. This is true even if it is a mortal fetus in the flesh.

And here, the sea of blood is still there, containing countless corpses. If it were ghosts, the bones of these corpses would have been sucked into white bones a long time ago.

Only, not here. It does not mean that there are no other regions.

Condensing into this seemingly boundless sea of blood, how many living beings are needed to fill it? Although, in this sea of blood, there is the breath that belongs to the second-step powerhouse.

This is the second step of the battle of the monks, and some people are injured and bleeding, but at best it is only one percent of this sea of blood.

And this one percent of blood is the destruction of millions, if not tens of millions, of living beings.

Since Chu Cheng entered the Xuan, he fought with those second-step powerhouses, although he had encountered strong enemies, although he had been defeated, but after all, he would have restrained the violent aura contained in the blood.

This is true even when life is on the line.

And none of the strong people he met were not like this. The gap between the strength of the Xuan Realm and humanity is too big and too big.

The blood had no temperature, and it was cold and piercing from between the fingers, and it was cold to the heart.

The ups and downs of the sea of blood are very calm.

But in Chu Cheng's heart, it was extremely uneven, like the waves of the sea.

He was thinking about a problem, a question that would determine his next path.

Once decided, perhaps, this netherworld battle. It's not just about being in the top 10.

In the top ten, Chu Cheng has a way to fight for it. After all, he has a lot of hole cards, and in addition to that mask of destiny, there is also that kind of magic use.

Set the way of others, as a short-term, powerful blow beyond oneself. If you collect hundreds of truths, you may not be able to occupy the top ten places.

However, once Chu Cheng decided. Then, his goal is not limited to this.

Rather, they are enemies of all the powerhouses of the Netherworld!

Be the enemy of all the powerful who are wrestling this world!

He will protect the forgotten heaven and earth.

Although, it's too late. But it's better than watching

It's a rough and difficult road. With Chu Cheng's strength, it is still difficult to do.

But when the golden flame in his eyes lit up, he decided to do it. Even if you are broken, even if you are in danger one after another.

"What I am cultivating is not the way of Buddhism. Although there is no Buddha's light, it has the same color. ”

Chu Cheng muttered as he spoke, and a dragon groaned. Ten thousand dragons played in the water and rushed into the sea of blood, constantly impacting the sea of blood with the power of destruction, causing the sea of blood to evaporate and billowing red mist.

Those broken corpses, those bones. All of them were shattered in the rush of ten thousand dragons.

This is the last trace left by those dead creatures, the trace of incomparably desolate, this trace, don't do it.

However, at that moment, a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the center of the sea of blood.

There was a bright light shining through the blood, and it was very gorgeous.

A wind flew away, followed by a figure.

This figure was so fast that Chu Cheng was in a trance for a short time, and he couldn't see that figure clearly.

The dragon roared, gathering in unison to suppress the sudden arrival.

The sea of blood is turbulent, and when the tide is rushing to the sky, what appears is an ancient city that stretches.

This is what this sea of blood really looks like. The earth had ravines, and it was originally a river that flowed through the mountains and ran through thousands of miles.

It's just that now it no longer exists, and it's all stained with blood.

The great dragon crossed the sky, but when it approached the figure, it paused. And Chu Cheng's outstretched hand was also put down, hidden in his sleeve, and remained motionless.

Just in an instant, another light lit up in front of me.

It was a handful that looked very delicate, but it carried an extremely dignified killing intent, and it also swept the blood rain.

It was a cyan thin sword, and while it was rolling up the blood rain, it also broke through the blood rain.

The wind was loud, deafening, and it also swept Chu Cheng's white hair.

The sword was approaching, however, Chu Cheng still didn't move, didn't say a word, just quietly looked into the distance, and his eyes clearly reflected the thin sword that exuded green light.

Chu Cheng didn't move because he saw the hand holding the hilt of the sword.

The hand was white and tender, as if it had been blown and broken, but it was full of green tendons.

With a soft sound, the thin sword was pushed out with the fierce force of that hand, and it sank into Chu Cheng's abdomen, and the tip of the sword poked out from his back, bringing out a wisp of blood.

At this moment, Chu Cheng still did not move, the golden flame in his eyes disappeared early, and the Xuanhuang was immortal and dispersed by him. Still staring straight ahead.

All he saw was a pair of eyes.

A pair of eyes that are very calm, but very focused. It's just that there is a thick exhaustion and deep sorrow between the eyebrows.