The sea of ​​blood reflects the red sky, and the murderous intent shook the sky!

As the blood-colored figures emerged from the sea of ​​blood, a stream of almost substantial anger and murderous intent rolled in all directions, like storm waves! The bodies of the monks of both the righteous and the evil sects began to moan in pain!

Many of the weaker ones, even their skin began to burst open like porcelain, and blood kept leaking outward, and soon dyed their clothes!

Faced with this almost indiscriminate terrifying attack, everyone felt a sense of death wandering in their hearts and was determined to evacuate. Only then did they realize that their bodies had no longer listened to their orders under this huge pressure. Even at the level of Qinglong, they could only barely take care of themselves and could not help others!

For a moment, even some people belonging to the Ghost King Sect couldn't help but feel resentful towards their own sect leader, let alone others.

Although thousands of people have no way to know these small thoughts about others at this time, even if they know them, he will not take them seriously. After all, for a hero like him, no one can abandon anything except himself!

"How? Xie Xiaomei, what are the scenery of this burial place I prepared for you? Are you satisfied with it?"

It seemed that since the victory was sure to win, and when the Fulong Cauldron, which seemed to have consumed all its strength, was absorbed into his hands again, thousands of people did not take action at the first time, but looked at Xie Feihong with a series of eyes as if he was full of will.

"No, it's a bit obvious," Xie Feihong praised: "It's said that a scholar will stay for three days, and he should look at him with admiration. It's true. After ten years of no see, the Master Wan has cultivated a good body of magical powers."

Xie Feihong's praise was sincere. To be honest, he didn't expect that in the original work, this period of time would bring him such a big surprise than the ordinary people. He dripped blood into the sea and created a world in his hand!

This magical power is no less than the surprise that the old man Wu Ming, who seemed ordinary Siping Fist, gave him all the surprises!

This also made Xie Feihong even more concerned about the heavenly books that originally belonged to the Demon Cult that had been in his hands, which had originally been the Demon Cult and created many tributaries of the Demon Cult.

However, although Xie Feihong's praise was sincere, thousands of people were not satisfied at all!

Because what he hopes to see now is the look of panic and despair on Xie Feihong's face, just like those good and evil sides who have retreated for miles and are still suffering from the almost substantial murderous intent and hostility.

Therefore, he sneered with a slight dissatisfaction in his words: "It's just a little interesting. It seems that Xiaoyou Xie doesn't look down on Wan's method anymore."

"I dare not," Xie Feihong smiled and said, "I just think that Master Wan's magical powers should still have room for... to continue to evolve and progress."

"Oh? Then Wan wants to ask Xiaoyou Xie for advice," Wanren looked at Xie Feihongpi with a cold gaze, and said with a smile: "But... I just don't know if Xiaoyou Xie has the ability to speak at that time!"

Obviously, tens of thousands of people are no longer planning to give Xie Feihong a suitable opportunity to turn the tables. What is the appointment of three moves? The next blow, the second move is his full blow!

"But please wait and see!" Xie Feihong pointed the long knife in his hand to the ground and then said lightly.

"Okay! Then I have to take a good look!"

With the grim laughter of thousands of people, the blood sea that covered the entire death swamp began to center on the place where thousands of people and Xie Feihong were, as if the tide was receding, and it was about to retreat around! All the blood from this sea of ​​blood dropped three points out of thin air!

Then when the onlookers figured out why this was the case, the blood surged back at a faster speed, directly forming a huge wave of blood. The bloody figures were not weaker than the elders of various major sects, accompanied by the huge wave of blood, and they came to Xie Feihong, who was standing in the air!

The blood sea is poisonous! One drop can corrode thousands of people, and one dome can destroy the town and massacre the city!

The blood shadow is fierce! One can attack the city and get out of the way, and one can destroy the sect and destroy the sect!

A group of bystanders from both good and evil sides looked at the killing moves that thousands of people were trying to do. Although the target was not his, he couldn't help but feel a stream that was enough to make people faint and suffocate! The gate of the gate of the Ghost is opening to him!

Who can resist such ten thousand people?

Could it be that the world is really about to eliminate the devil and rise?

Seeing the ten thousand people in front of me taking all their strength, I wouldn’t say anything about the Chinese Demon Sect for the time being, and the eyes of the people in the right path were full of despair!

After all, because of Xie Feihong, the butterfly, the Qingyun Sect did not use the Zhuxian Sword in the Demon Cult's Battle against the Mountain Ten Years ago. Therefore, the strongest person I have seen in the past is less than eight out of ten than ten people at this time!

If such a person personally attacks his sect, even the disciples in Qingyun Sect, the leader of the three righteous sects, cannot guarantee that his sect can withstand the opponent's attack and defeat the invading enemies!

It was also at this time that some people in Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley who had his own unique ideas and tried to take the position of Qingyun Sect as the leader of the righteous path, realized how ridiculous what they had thought before.

What is there to fight for in the world's leader? The skin is worthy of defeat, and the hair is still there. The thousands of people from the Demon Sect work hard to govern here, and they are almost going to heaven. They are still fighting for fame and fortune here, and they are consuming internally for some selfishness.

Not to mention what the bystanders were thinking at this moment, the dense red blood shadows were coming with the surging blood waves, and they were about to swallow Xie Feihong and devour it all in all!

At this moment, a bright light suddenly emanated from the knife in Xie Feihong's hand. This bright light was not eye-catching compared to the dazzling and brilliant light of Xie Feihong's sword before. Even in this bizarre and Taoist demons competed for the world.

But somehow, all the people who saw this light couldn't help but feel a pressure from the superior! It was as if this force shouldn't appear in this world!

Not only them, it seemed that the entire Zhuxian world also felt this. For a moment, the world lost its appearance, and the sun and the moon were dull! All the forces in this area were obscure and difficult to move! It seemed... like a low-level person, trembling when he saw a high-level person, and did not dare to move!

"This is... what!" Outside the Death Swamp, Zhou Yixian felt the trembling feeling that his soul was unconsciously heard, and he couldn't help but speak in a stern voice. His eyes, face, and tone were filled with unprecedented solemnity, fear, and disbelief!
Chapter completed!