No thanks.

The gift of the Silver Horn Daxian is too heavy, and Liu Yi can't find too many plans to send a return gift to the Silver Horn Daxian, only to give him a sword when the time comes, which is considered the cause and effect of the past, and it is a hundred.

Bang!

Thundered!

Many monks around were fighting endlessly, every breath, every blink of an eye, there were masters who fell, and at the same time, countless monks got into the mouth of the blood-colored wheel.

As for whether there is danger in the Scarlet Roulette, these cultivators all know.

The word chance is enough to make countless monks take risks.

Whether it is the Sword of Hongmeng, or the Abbi Yuan Tu, or the Dao system of the half-step sect leader Blood Sea Styx, it can be regarded as an opportunity to sensational the heavens and the earth.

If you can get any of the three, you can use it endlessly.

Liu Yi continued to gallop in the monks' pile, shifting his form and transposing, and at the beginning there were many monks chasing and killing him, but after chasing, all the monks gave up one after another, after all, the most important thing this time was to seek chance, not to kill the descendant of Yinglong, one of the four ancient dragons.

If it weren't for the influence of the Scarlet Roulette, which caused these cultivators to be unstable, I am afraid that this kind of cannibalism would not have happened here at all.

The longer you live, the more scheming you become.

No matter what monk will cherish his own life, how can he shout and shout for some meaningless things, put himself in danger, or even die?

No one can be so stupid.

As they fought, the monks who had been fighting gradually calmed down, as if the deaths of many of the monks had awakened their senses.

Unconsciously, the cultivators outside this sea of blood no longer attack and kill each other.

At this time, the Eight Immortals of the Upper Cave flew over again, staring at the countless monks who were only outside the mouth, as dense as locusts and ants.

"Senior sister, it's time to use that magic weapon!"

Han Zhongli shook the banana fan and pointed to the countless monks who had slowly calmed down.

"Great goodness!"

He Qiong nodded, palmed her hand, and a bright light flashed in her sleeve, showing the palace lamp of the First World War, which was carried in her slender hand.

This lantern has eight sides.

On each side, there are embroidered mountains, rivers and mountains, like a Qiankun gate, like the entrance to a world, you can see a corner of the world from the picture.

Eight sides and eight scenes, called the Eight Views Palace Lamp, is the treasure of the Eight Views Palace, the top grade innate spiritual treasure, laborious and extraordinary.

A total of eight rays of light, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and white, shine out.

Swish!

This method is somewhat like the five-color divine light of the Confucian preacher, but it is quite different.

The surrounding monks only needed to be illuminated by the light, and immediately felt the sound of the thump coming from the blood-colored wheel, as well as the feeling of irritability in their hearts, disappearing, and they only felt that their minds were clear, and they no longer had the slightest intention of slashing and killing.

"What a Cave Eight Immortals! Since you brought the Eight Views Palace Lantern of the Supreme Sect Master, why didn't you display this magic weapon early, why did you sit back and watch us kill each other?"

"I've only heard that the Taishang Sect Master is benevolent and virtuous, and he can universalize sentient beings more than the Buddha, why are you so cruel to the Eight Immortals in the Cave!"

"I heard that the heir of the Snow Feather Venerable has appeared in the heavens and all the worlds, I am afraid that one day the Snow Feather Venerable will also return to the heavens and the earth, at this critical time, if we have one more dead and injured monk, our strength will be weakened by one point, and you are so indifferent and ruthless ...... the Eight Immortals in the Cave."

After the monks' minds calmed down, they opened their mouths to reprimand the Eight Immortals of the Upper Cave.

There are different opinions, and the faces are full of hostility.

"This move is what my master meant! Master has already calculated that the opportunity in the Netherworld Blood Sea is very likely to appear this time. Chance is an ownerless thing, and only people with unparalleled luck can seek it in their hands. But now there are too many monks who have come here, and the good and the bad are mixed. If you can't even resist the sound of the sound of the blood in the sea of blood and the sound of your heartbeat, how can you be qualified to participate in the competition for opportunities?"

Lu Chunyang stood on the lotus leaf platform, nodded towards He Qiong, then glanced at the monks in the four directions, and said coldly: "This move can be described as removing the chaff, and it can be regarded as a catastrophe left by the half-step sect leader Blood Sea Styx to the monks of the world. Since you fellow Daoists have survived this catastrophe, you should be happy, why bother with rats and worry about those who have died?"

"Hmph! It's better to say than to sing!"

"I didn't expect you to be so vicious and vicious. ”

"As soon as you say this, we have all become the ones who should be killed in the catastrophe, and you have become a good person when you go to the cave and the eight immortals?"

"Could it be that we, the Yunyun monks, are all biting Lu Dongbin by dogs, and we don't know the hearts of good people?"

Although the monks were still angry, they didn't really have the intention of killing the Eight Immortals in the Upper Cave.

After all, the Eight Immortals are disciples of the Supreme Sect Master, and this time they are following the will of the Supreme Sect Master, so they can't be easily offended.

It is rumored that the sword of Hongmeng contains the Dao system of the Snow Feather Dazun!

If you get the sword of Hongmeng and the Dao system of the Great Venerable, you may be able to have a few chances to cultivate into another Great Venerable, and then you will have to be powerful in the world? As long as you cultivate to become a Great Venerable, even if you are an enemy of Hongjun Ancestor and an enemy of the Heavenly Dao, you don't need to be afraid of half a point. As for the few sect masters, how can they be compared to the Great Venerable?

......

Countless thoughts appeared in the minds of the monks.

After being combed through the Dao heart by the Eight Views Palace Lantern and resisting the sound of the blood-colored disc, the desire in the hearts of these cultivators became even more intense.

Liu Yi didn't bother to care about these miscellaneous things, he had already squeezed forward with the torrent of monks, squeezing oil residue like oil residue, squeezing out of the mouth of the blood-colored disc, and only needed to squeeze for a while before he could enter the blood-colored disc. In terms of cultivation, he is at the level of a sage, and he is also considered to be at the upper middle level among many monks, so he naturally will not fall behind before entering the blood roulette.

The monks huddled together, scolding and scolding before, but after scolding and venting their dissatisfaction, they became silent one after another.

This makes the sea of blood terrifyingly silent.

There was no sound other than the sound of a thump.

Naturally, the master of the gods does not have to rely on breathing to survive, so he doesn't even have the sound of breathing.

At this moment, Liu Yi was already a few meters away from the mouth.

At this moment, there was no need for Liu Yi to squeeze forward, and the thrust of those monks in the rear was enough to push Liu Yi into the opening.

The monks of all parties, who had been illuminated by the demon mirror to show the original form of demons and monsters, had now changed into human form.

It's a pity that there is an invisible power around the blood-colored disk, which can force the cultivators to be unable to make their bodies smaller again, otherwise all the monks will perform the method of change, and the physical body will become only the size of a grain of rice, or even only the size of dust.

Styx is dead, but its legacy endures.

This Netherworld Sea of Blood, and the blood-colored vortex that hangs here, seem to be a declaration to all beings that his Blood Sea Styx once existed between heaven and earth.

Bang!

A thunderbolt came in front of you.

Just when Liu Yi flew into the mouth, he hit Liu Yi.

Inside this opening, there is a staircase walkway, with a total of ninety-nine steps, as if carved from the frost after the blood has frozen, the blood is shining, and it is full of ferocity.

The thunder was as red as blood, it was a dark thunder, but it was quite different from the thunder that had appeared in the sea of blood before. Liu Yi released many magic weapons, and even the source of ten thousand thunders was cast, but he didn't block this thunder, but he was solidly hit by the thunder and hit his body.

The thunder entered the body, but it did not hurt Liu Yi's body, but rushed directly to the soul.

Boom Boom!

The endless thunder sound sounded in the depths of Liu Yi's heart, shocking him to the point where he was almost unstable, and he was a little distracted for a moment.

When Liu Yi came back to his senses, he found that he was not in front of the steps, but in the vast universe void......

An incomparable loneliness and a feeling of loneliness breeds in Liu Yi's heart.

It's just that this cosmic void has been shattered and silent.

The stars near and far were all broken, and even the stars were incomplete, or they were split in two by the blade of the sword, or torn apart by the magic weapon, or bitten out of a gap by a powerful person.

There are endless ashes of stars, suspended in the void of the universe.

The whole scene was extremely silent, as if the world was frozen, galaxies, nebulae, stars, world fragments, dust...... It's all still.

Even the broken and shattered mountain peaks, the corpses of living beings, the rivers and the oceans, suspended in the void of the universe, as if frozen, not moving.

It is as if space freezes at this moment, and time stops at this moment.

Liu Yi was surprised in his heart, looked around, but suddenly found that in the dust in the distance, half of the mountain peak was suspended.

When he looked at it, he found that on the top of the mountain, there were four words written on the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Among them, Liu Yi is most familiar with the word "sword", this word is the handwriting written by Liu Yi on the top of the Divine Sword Peak at the invitation of his senior brother Ling Wanjian.

The summit was barren, with no grass and frost.

A monk, sitting at the end of the frost.

The great river of the Heavenly Dao was shattered, and so were the 3,800 tributaries...... These fragments turned into a still river, like a corpse of heaven and earth, suspended behind the monk, acting as a background.

Liu Yi took a closer look, and his eyes were suddenly shocked, Huo Ran found that the monk turned out to be himself!

It's just that unlike Liu Yi at this moment, Liu Yi, who is sitting on the top of the peak, is already full of white hair, although his appearance is still young, but his whole body exudes an undisguised reckless and ancient atmosphere, which seems to be telling the universe Xuanhuang about his old age and loneliness, which only makes people feel that the hero is in the twilight, his long hair is like frost, and his loneliness is like snow.

It's unbelievable!

Liu Yi's original Dao Heart was also trembling, and he could no longer maintain the realm of Dao Heart Clarity, so he immediately pinched his fingers and counted it, and at this moment he had a faint understanding and an omen......

It seemed that after countless years, he should really sit alone in the void like this, facing this scene of the stars splitting, the ten directions extinction, and the destruction of the void.

This universe is yellow and endless, and there are no other living beings except for him Liu Yi.

There is no Wan'er, no Lu Ningshuang.

No Hututu, no greedy wolf.

There is no Snow Feather Dazun, and there is no Tang Jiawen......

Heaven and earth, the universe is desolate, this is the only one.

There is no living creature but this man!

Except for this person, there is no trace of life!

"Why!

Liu Yi roared like this twice in his heart, and he woke him up, only to find that he was still in the passage, as for the previous picture of the universe void, it was just an illusion.

In the process of falling into the illusion, he unknowingly completed the blood jade steps.

At the end of the stairs, there is a square, and at the end of the square, there are two gates. The gate has layers of carvings, pieces of patterns.

If you look at these patterns for a long time, even if you are a god, you will be deeply immersed in them and will not be able to extricate yourself.

There were already many monks standing in the square, but they did not enter the door, but were talking to each other in the method of transmission, not knowing what they were saying.

A plaque stands in front of two 100-meter gates.

The plaque reads: "Enter my reincarnation avenue and climb the ninety-nine steps, you can get a chance." Look at the eternal age, see when and where the path of cultivation will finally end!"