The rolling red mist starts between the dissipation of the great rivers and ravines.

At this moment, the body and soul of that strong man were in tatters. The body is broken, as if it is slightly touched, and it will collapse to the ground.

This strong man's eyes have cracked, and the cloth is like a net. Not a hint of wetness. Blood kept spilling out of those cracks, and it had become a bloody man.

His eyes were full of horror, and he never understood. Why, when he was knocked back by the sudden punch, he couldn't move. It was as if a whole heaven and earth were overpowering him, imprisoning him.

The first punch was really terrifying, with a devastating potential. His incomparably confident body, in front of this punch, was like tissue paper.

This punch did not have the slightest momentum. It's like a punch from someone who has not yet entered the cultivation process.

All of them are just strong winds, just like the martial arts powerhouses in the mortal world. It's just that no matter how strong this martial art is, how can it penetrate the void with one punch, revealing chaos, and how can it shatter his shoulders?

No matter how strong the martial arts are, it only stops at humanity, why compete with immortals?

Obviously, this is not a martial arts powerhouse. Nor is that person.

It's just that... At the moment, it's not that person. It doesn't matter anymore. Because, he has already lost.

In this life-and-death struggle, he will not be the one who will survive.

Whether it was that punch, or the instantaneous annihilation of the ten directions of heaven and earth, and the blow from countless figures, it all had the potential to hit him hard.

It's just that the most terrifying thing is that punch.

The reason why he was imprisoned by the follow-up power was because he was hit hard by that punch.

For a short time, the clouds dispersed. Finally the figure was revealed.

The figure was mostly broken. Whether it's the head, or the body, or the arms, or the legs. It's only half left.

It's just that the strength of this seriously injured body is still terrifying.

This strong man, who could not detect any breath on that figure, was as if he was facing a dead man without a soul. It's just that when a person dies, the vitality of the body will turn into death.

There is no dead air above this figure.

He didn't have time to think about it, because there was no time. A little red mang, already shrouded in the head.

Then, standing still, his eyes full of confusion.

The red mist is rolling, and this bright red color is a precursor to the slaughter of the world. However, this red mist is not.

This is the blood slave Dafa, Chu Cheng did not hesitate to spend 10% of his strength to cut off the previous slave species, in order to be able to collect more blood slaves in this world.

The power of one person is really difficult to shake the tide of this boundless river.

Now, Chu Cheng can only use his essence and blood to turn into lamp oil.

Essence blood is lamp oil, and Chu Cheng himself is that wick.

When the lamp is lit, a brilliant light emerges. This is not just the astigmatism that comes from the candle flame, but the light from all over the world.

This lamp will not go out. This bright light will not dissipate.

It's like this billowing red mist.

When the red dust realm gathers in the palm of your hand, what you pass is no longer a breath.

The passage of time, a breath is the Jiazi years.

The strong people in the Nirvana realm were planted as slaves, and it still took some time to become blood slaves. It may be a day, it may be a month, it may be longer.

It's just that it won't be between that breath.

The previous collision has not yet completely spread. Therefore, there is no earth-shattering trend.

This general trend is still in the sky. It didn't spread to the bottom of it. Because, the time is still short.

The breath of the distance is getting closer and closer. There are only tens of thousands of miles left.

These thousands of miles are just one step.

This step is not enough for a breath or a thought.

The strong man in the distance, Changhong rushed to the sky, and even the fragments of the chaos vortex were scattered in an instant.

Misty red dust, the strong man did not know. His companions, those stronger than him, have been caught in a human world.

From birth to childhood, to youth, and then to youth, his birth has always been prominent, transcendent, and more valuable than a son of heaven.

It's just that in his heart, there has always been a figure and a name.

This name is his faith.

Because, that figure, that name. It's his God.

In mortal life, it is not short to say that it is short, and it is not long to say that it is long. It's just that the years pass too fast, and if you don't get to Jiazi, you will end your life.

At the end of his life, the national flag was white, and the people of the country were sad.

This is a good father and a good king.

Just to his ears, serenity, the ultimate serenity.

And what he saw was darkness, but in the darkness there was a light flickering.

This is the light of heaven and the fire of the earth. It is the heart that belongs to his heart.

The lights were bright, and the light in the lamp gradually solidified and excited. It seems to be greeting someone.

It is indeed someone, a white robe. The hanging light seemed to emit countless strands of silk.

In this moment, he saw the light in the darkness. It's as if everything has been restored.

The lights of ten thousand homes, the figure that always appeared in his heart in this life, stood in front of him in the lights of ten thousand lights.

"Master........"

At this moment, he finally remembered the heaven in his heart, who it was.

That is his master, the master who will follow him to the death in this life.

The red dust has dispersed, and the world is clear. The chaos dissipated in an instant.

It is not this heaven and earth that is broken, but the heaven and earth of a certain person. When you think about it, the heavens and the earth collapse, and it collapses. If you want to be recombined, it is recombined.

This strong man has experienced Jiazi I in the heaven and earth belonging to Chu Cheng, although his robe is full of blood, but the original heavy damage has long been recovered, and his momentum has returned to the peak again.

At this moment, there was only the sound of breaking the air thousands of miles away.

"Zhao Daoyou, don't join me to kill this powerhouse of this heaven and earth! Five million miles away, there are hundreds of thousands of living beings. ”

When the strong man finally came, he frowned when he saw his companion bowing his head and fighting there, and his heart was full of puzzlement.

This is a middle-aged monk, seeing the monk in front of him, and also seeing that the person is only in the late stage of Xuanzhao, why is it so troublesome to kill him? Why, as a friend in the middle stage of Nirvana, would he call for help from him?

He didn't know it, but when he saw another figure, he frowned.

He saw the man who was only half alive, but he was surprised that it was not only half alive.

For monks, even if their bodies are completely broken, they can still live.

As far as he could see, the white-robed monk was almost completely stained with blood. Most of it was the blood that belonged to that person. And the man who was only half of his body was left, and the blood in his hands was dripping.

But the breath of blood did indeed belong to his companions.

"Could it be that Zhao Daoyou was hit hard by this person?" The strong man frowned, and he was afraid in his heart.

This Nirvana powerhouse is extremely aware of the strength of this companion. If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were not yet in humanity, and before that person had found another way to enter this grievance, they would have known each other.

Then, he is categorically not qualified to go all the way with him to this forgotten land.

If the monk surnamed Zhao can feed on the blood of the creatures in this place, once he breaks through the middle stage of Nirvana, he will reach the late stage. This top ten battle must be captured and have a place.

This is an extremely terrifying powerhouse, and it can be said that it is difficult to find an opponent in the same realm.

However, such a strong man. Or was hit hard.

The strength of the person who hits it hard must be extremely strong. This Nirvana Realm early stage powerhouse couldn't feel the fluctuation of that person's aura at all.

But soon calm returned, and this man was indeed strong. But his situation is not optimistic.

His companion was hit hard, and so was the other.

In his opinion, that Amaterasu monk was insignificant at all, and it was the strong man who was only half of his body left to be guarded against.

This strong man was also hit hard at the moment, even worse.

In this case, he joined forces with the monk surnamed Zhao, and he would definitely be able to kill this strong man, and then crush [31 Update Fast] to kill the Amaterasu monk.

At that time, who in this heaven and earth will be able to stop them from devouring the blood of living beings?

"Zhao Daoyou, stunned. Why don't you join forces with me and kill this person!" the strong man snorted again.

However, when his voice fell on the monk surnamed Zhao, it was unheard.

The monk surnamed Zhao still lowered his head and was unmoved.

Until, a voice softened.

"In the early days of Xuanni... It's a pity to kill it. ”

When this sound fell, the monk surnamed Zhao raised his head suddenly, revealing fanaticism under his cloak of eyes.

It was heard that the voice of heaven was heard, and it was an irresistible command.

At this moment, the monk surnamed Zhao turned around suddenly, but he still bowed his head.

The middle-aged monk nodded and said, "Zhao Daoyou, that strong man, at this moment, is already at the end of the crossbow, it is not difficult for you and me to join forces and kill him!"

"I'll strike first!"

The middle-aged man spoke lightly, and he already had a murderous intent in his heart. For those who stand in the way of the road ahead, death must be done!

Today, he wants to kill a Nirvana powerhouse!

But at that moment, a maniacal laugh rang out.

"Who did you say you killed?"

The man surnamed Zhao looked up suddenly.

At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to see a black majestic mountain standing in front of him, with a tendency of volcanic eruption.

An indescribable furious aura squeezed and gushed through the heavens and the earth. Without missing the slightest, he bombarded the middle-aged man.

This is an incomparably domineering momentum, an incomparably violent anger.

This means that the strong man surnamed Zhao has moved to kill. For their own killing machine.

Many years ago, a middle-aged man faced a fierce beast and felt the experience of suffocation.

At that time, it was almost a mortal crisis. But he still escaped by chance, because someone blocked the crisis for him.

That person is a man surnamed Zhao. After many years, he felt the suffocation again, and this time, it was still this person who stood in front of him.

It's just that the difference is that this time, what suffocated him was that it was the only best friend he had known for many years.

The middle-aged man's face was dark, and he felt bad in his heart. Because he felt that this killing machine was the man surnamed Zhao for himself.

His best friend wants to kill him!

He didn't know what was going on at the moment. I only know that if I don't escape, I'm afraid I'm going to fall here.

He was afraid of the half-body, but he was not afraid. At this moment, he was afraid.

As a friend who knows the roots, he is naturally very aware of the horror of the other party. Although they are both nirvana, they are only a small realm apart, but their strength is too much different.

The monk surnamed Zhao turned against each other, and there were two strong men eyeing each other. In this case, once you get into a long war, it will be difficult to escape.

The middle-aged man ignored anything, and as soon as he sensed that the situation was not good, he prepared to retreat from the place.

When he hasn't turned around, Guangyang is a big rise, continuing for millions of miles. Just before he could blend into the sun, a black shadow came with an overwhelming black mist.

It is destined to be a life-and-death fight, and if someone is disrespectful to the man surnamed Zhao, then he should be killed!

Boom Boom!

The terrible war has once again erupted. The middle-aged man can no longer retreat, nor can he retreat.

Just because the Quartet retreated, they were all blocked.

Behind him, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains reappeared. There, the twilight clouds cover the green hills, and make them faint.

The clouds and mist were heavy, but the sun was shining, the flowers, the leaves, everything was so bright and moving.

However, the touching thing is that it brings a stronger crisis to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man noticed it, noticed it.

Most of the worlds are in ruins. Where does it come from?

The middle-aged man saw that the half-body powerhouse was no longer there, and there was a continuous influence behind him.

"Six-six-six. ”

Ethereal, without any emotion, like a ghost, like a god, like a demon.

This voice fell on the ears of the middle-aged man, and the sense of crisis became even stronger. In particular, there are countless white light rising in the rear.

Bit by bit, in circles. In the end, a series of figures were formed.

He couldn't see the figures, let alone the faces.

It's just that he finally saw a figure clearly.

The man stood before all beings. He looked down at the world indifferently.

This is an old man, an old man with gray hair and a hunchback. However, when the middle-aged man saw that figure, the pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly.

The elegance is peerless, and the crown is unparalleled. This is the word that comes to the mind of the middle-aged man at the first thought.

It's just that these two words have always fallen on the pride of the sky, why do you have this idea when you see this old man?

This should not be the case of an old man.

It's just that the strongest crisis comes from the old man. The green lotus from the old man's hand.

To be precise, that green lotus is the old man, and the old man is the clear lotus, one flower, one person. There is a monstrous horror in it.

The middle-aged man just glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze.

Since you know that you can't retreat from the rear, you should look for another way.

The state of the man surnamed Zhao at the moment is unclear. But the middle-aged man still thought of one thing, and that was to be controlled by others.

He didn't think he was the opponent of the monk surnamed Zhao, but it wasn't a problem to hold out for a few days.

A drop of water fell from the middle-aged man's fingertip.

The water drops are worn by stones, not to mention the fingers of the Nirvana powerhouse?

The roar then sounded, and the two Nirvana powerhouses finally collided together.

Heaven and earth are covered with light, and hundreds of millions of thunders are heard.

It's just that all of this is not in someone's heart.

The blood-stained white robe walked down step by step. Behind him, followed by a bright moon, withstood the waves above.

Behind him, a young man appeared. All of them are close behind.

"Senior, aren't you going to help?"

The help that the young man said was naturally helping the middle-aged man who had just descended.

He didn't know that the two strong men who were really fighting were originally people on the same road.

The man next to him shook his head and didn't reply. Instead, he looked at the creatures below who were looking up at the sky above, sighed, and slowly spoke.

"What I'm doing now is nothing more than being stopped by what I've encountered. I saved these creatures, and other descendants of the Protoss are being slaughtered. ”

"Save people for a while.... I can't protect it for a lifetime. I am destined to leave, destined to not be able to protect them for long. Even if the immortal array is laid down, there will be a day when it will be broken. Moreover... The Xuan Materials of the Immortal Array are not enough to arrange such a large number of Immortal Arrays. ”

"This can only be used as a solution to the urgent need, and the only way to cure the root cause is to let this heaven and earth, every god race, have a true god. ”

"Only... Preach by example!"