There was an endless amount of blood on the ground, and the waves of blood on the ground rose and fell like a tide.

Someone, with his red hair fluttering and a mocking smile, reached out and tore it forward. In vain, the heavens and the earth shook violently.

A crack was torn open in the dim sky in an instant, and under another tear, the entire crack increased several times again.

Looking up, it occupies most of the sky.

This scene is as if a piece of veil has been torn apart, and the crack is uneven.

In the next moment, the wind rumbled, and the explosion of sand and dust exploded like a divine thunderbolt, and under the wind and earthquake, patches of boulders resurfaced.

These boulders ignited a strong spark in the dark rendering of the huge cracks, and under this rendering, it seemed to be covered with stars.

Even if the wind dissipates, these boulders will not fall.

Someone blew lightly, and the heavens and the earth were wonderful. Countless starmarks fell from a great height.

It is like ten thousand stars falling, and heaven and earth are calamity. If there were living beings here, they would all be buried in an instant.

This is from the hands of this red-haired monk, who blows down tens of millions of meteorite-sized boulders in one breath, causing them to spontaneously combust in the air under the great gravity, bringing up a shocking momentum, which shows its strength.

The direction in which these tens of millions of star marks fell to the ground was the earth.

The land here has long been a wasteland, and there is nothing to be seen except gray.

Even if it is ignited with countless star stones, it will not be able to burn this ash away.

Suddenly, a dark shadow lit up in the depths, with a roar of rage. A magnificent force struck in an instant.

The black shadow grabbed the sky, and the blood and qi that permeated the sky were lifted up alive and returned directly to the rift.

When this sea of blood receded, the tens of millions of stars paused for a moment under the power of this retreat. Then, the surging of black mist had already penetrated the heavens and the earth.

When the black mist rushed into the sky, it suddenly turned into a blood dragon.

This dragon is large enough to cover the fall of this star mark.

There was a sneer, followed by another push down.

"Even the lower-level ghosts and immortals dare to do evil and trouble in front of this Dao Venerable. In these three days of fighting, you are already a poor donkey! You will not die!"

The eyes hidden under the red hair, the gaze is like electricity, with a deep chill.

Under this press, with a roar. The blood dragon shuddered, and countless star marks appeared.

These star marks are the marks of tens of millions of boulders. It is also a sign of the huge body and cracking of this blood dragon.

One after another, just a snap of a finger. It was all the boulders that fell with the sound of breaking through the air, breaking through the blood dragon's barrier.

In another instant, they all hit the black shadow.

At this moment, the roar resumed. But this is no longer the way back.

This is not an ordinary, mana-condensed stone. It's the supernatural power of this red-haired figure.

With all its own mystical power, it is assimilated and divided, and injected into nature. Although it is the same score, the power is not weaker than just one blow.

It can be said that this is the full force of this red-haired figure, and each boulder contains supreme power.

Tens of millions of boulders. It was the tens of millions of blows from this red-haired man.

A terrifying blow of tens of millions of powerful and terrifying blows is enough to cause a terrifying rain of blood in the world.

But this is not a land where countless creatures exist, but a land where no one lives.

In the uninhabited domain, it will naturally not stir up bloody storms. Some will only have the destruction of this ghost.

The roar was powerless, for its body had been strangled innumerably.

I felt the dissolution of my soul. But for a moment, I couldn't feel it anymore.

Because, this lower-level ghost immortal was destroyed, leaving only a wisp of smoke and passing in the wind.

This heaven and earth, in the next moment, returned to Qingming.

When all these colors disappeared, a figure was revealed. This is a middle-aged man with red hair.

"This path is quite strong, and it is similar to my sword of the heavens and stars. But it's still not as good as my kendo. ”

This is kendo.

Secretly, there are a pair of eyes. All the while watching this engagement.

The figure in the dark, dressed in a black robe and full of white hair, formed a stark contrast.

This person is Chu Cheng.

He walked in the no-man's land for more than three months. Along the way, there were many ghosts and even several ghosts.

But it was the first time he had met a monk in the true sense of the word. A monk who is not a ghost cultivator.

The boy he saw for the first time, Chu Cheng didn't know whether it was a ghost or a human.

Because in his body, there was no trace of breath at all. Not only that, but I also don't feel the vitality that living beings have since they were born.

Like, it's like a dead man. But that pair is bright and clear, not stained with a trace of dust, and it looks like a person.

One of the purest people in the world.

Chu Cheng had never seen it, and there would be such a person in this world. Because I've never seen him, I'm not sure if the boy is really human.

And the second encounter is nothing more than a lit candle. Other than that, there was no sign of anyone.

Perhaps, the person who lit the candle left a trace. But under the power of two destructions, those traces and nature are nowhere to be found.

And this red-haired middle-aged man was the first person he met in no man's land.

The red-haired middle-aged man had been fighting with the lower-level ghost immortal for three days.

In the past three days, Chu Cheng has been secretly observing and has not made a move.

Although that ghost immortal was strong, it was only a lower rank. It's just comparable to the Xuanzhao Realm. And this middle-aged man is already in the early stage of Nirvana.

In the early stage of Nirvana, it was not easy to kill lower-level ghosts and immortals, but it would not be extremely difficult. You only need to exhaust the Xuan power in your body, and that is the time to kill.

It's just that Chu Cheng wondered, how could there be a Nirvana early stage cultivator in the no-man's domain.

The uninhabited domain can be said to be the most dangerous of the nine vastness. Even the power of the Realm of Extermination did not dare to step into it easily.

It's not a central nuclear ground yet, though. But it's already far, far from the periphery.

In these three months, Chu Cheng used up a large number of Xuan Materials in order to hurry, and refined a cross-domain large array with the way of the Fu Array.

This large array could only be used eight times, but it allowed him to span a distance of 10,000 light-years.

By this time, the number of ghosts and immortals was already extremely large. It can be said that it can be seen everywhere.

He came to this world, and the real time was only a few days. The ghosts and immortals I met were in these days.

The middle-aged man raised his hand, took out a pill and swallowed it, and then inhaled heavily.

"Fellow Daoist, after watching for a few days, it's time to show up. After the middle-aged man swallowed the pill, he slowly turned around and looked at the southeast.

That direction was exactly where Chu Cheng was standing.

Chu Cheng didn't hide his aura, so he wasn't surprised to see through it.

The reason why this middle-aged man fought with this ghost immortal was to protect a village.

In addition to meeting this monk in the early stage of Nirvana that surprised Chu Cheng, what surprised him even more was the village that fell a hundred miles away.

Chu Cheng never thought that this uninhabited domain would be located in a village.