"By the way, should we find a place to hide first?"

A detached berserker in the extreme ice and snow realm was covered in his face by the magic of angels and vampires. Although he was not seriously injured, the crazy spirit of a lot of spells still made him feel chilled.

"Damn it! This group of birdmen and the beasts of the Dark Council are already crazy. Go back quickly and back quickly!"

A series of magic whistlings and screams in his ears made people sweat. A werewolf bit a fiercely on the neck of an angel. After killing him, he was about to howl to the sky, but a sword was slashed in half from behind.

The enemy was particularly jealous when they met, let alone the feud that lasted for thousands of years.

The angels who usually look noble and holy become like madmen, while the vampires and werewolfs still look like beasts.

After all, humans can become animals, and animals can never become humans.

The crazy fighting continued, and the huge dead energy of living creatures continued to gather, and flowers on the other side bloomed like bamboo shoots after the rain on the banks of the Forgetful River. The delicate red dripping red watered like blood, attracting everyone's minds. However, behind this beautiful flower, there was a cold murderous intent.

"The other side of the river! It's mine!"

I don’t know who shouted, and instantly ignited the anger of many practitioners. Many forces who wanted to retreat because of the crazy fighting between heaven and dark council turned around and joined the battle group. The entire banks of the Wangchuan River were like a meat grinder, with blood flying everywhere and bones everywhere.

With the emergence of the red shore flower, the battle became more and more fierce. The gathering of a large number of dead energy in the living world also made the number of red shore flower bloom more and more.

With the current number of red-shore flowers, each force can be divided into several plants. However, they are already red-eyed. Anyone who dares to approach red-shore flowers will be instantly concentrated. Even masters in the fusion stage cannot withstand the crazy attacks of many practitioners.

This led to a very strange situation.

The flowers on the other side are blooming more and more, but none of the many practitioners are robbing them, and instead fight even more crazily.

"Puff puff puff..."

"Boom boom boom..."

A series of sounds came, and several werewolfs were bombarded into the Forgetful River by the angel's light magic.

"The other side of the river!"

These werewolf turned around in the river water, and as soon as they exposed their heads, they saw the beautiful flowers on the shore. They were ecstatic and wanted to take them off while other practitioners were not paying attention. But when they reached out their hands, the expression on their faces suddenly condensed, and they slowly sank into the water, without any sound.

No one noticed the strange things that happened in the Wangchuan River. Everyone was shrouded in the madness and bloody smell that filled the surroundings, and almost everyone was red in their eyes.

Time passed by little by little, and with the death of a large number of practitioners, the blooming flowers on the banks of the Wangchuan River became more and more beautiful.

The corpse that fell on the ground was bombarded by the wild magic and could not keep the entire body. Under the blood, it began to flow into the Forgetful River. The flesh and blood skeletons quietly shriveled, and the huge energy contained in it slowly disappeared. I don’t know where it went.

At the same time, a faint mist seemed to appear out of thin air, covering the entire Fengdu Ghost City. And it seemed that there was a silent whisper echoing in the fog, quietly invading the minds of many practitioners, making their minds more confused and making their behavior even more crazy.

"Hahaha... Let's die together..."

An earl-level vampire, equivalent to a powerful person in the distraction stage, seemed to be pushed to the limit. After laughing wildly, his whole body began to swell wildly.

"No! He wants to self-destruct!"

Thrilling roars rang one after another, but it was too late when everyone found out.

"Boom..."

How terrible it is for the cultivators in the fusion stage to explode themselves. The violent power spreads to the surroundings like a mountain collapse and a tsunami. Those practitioners with cultivation below the Nascent Soul Stage were directly blown to pieces, while those in the Nascent Soul Stage and the Diversion stage were seriously injured and vomited blood. Several unlucky guys who were closer were torn to pieces by the violent power, and their corpses were left unstoppable.

This is the first powerful man in the divine stage who has died to this day, representing the highest combat power on earth except for the fusion stage. With the death of this divine stage vampire, the people who are fighting wildly stopped attacking at the same time, even the two feuds of Heaven and Dark Council are no exception.

"It seems... there is a change here!"

A saint in a golden holy garment spoke first in a silent and depressing atmosphere. As a practitioner in the divine stage realm, his perception was very keen. After calming down, he soon discovered the mist that was pervasive, as well as the madness and sorrow that seemed to be everywhere.

"Damn bastard! Look at what you did!"

As soon as the Saint Seiya's voice came to an end, the werewolf who was panting heavily and immediately started to roar. The practitioners of the Dark Council have been targeted by the angels of heaven. Although they have a great advantage in this place with dense yin air, they still cannot withstand the madness of the angels and the black hands of other practitioners.

At this time, there were only two werewolfs left in the Dark Council, and as for the only vampire in the Dislocation Stage, he had just exploded.

"If you beasts weren't crazy, why would you become like this now?"

A six-winged angel in the distraction period glanced at the werewolf with disdain, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"you……"

"Okay, if you keep making trouble, we will all die here!"

The Saint Seiya, wearing a golden holy suit, glared at the werewolf, looked around and locked on the Forget River.

I saw that the river water, which was originally pitch black, turned scarlet and red at some point. The dazzling color was even brighter than blood. The river water moved without wind, and something seemed to be hidden in it in the ups and downs, which seemed extremely strange.

What is most incomprehensible is that there was no sound at all when the river surging, and no smell appeared. It was like this extremely wide Forgetful River... is in another time and space.

"Have you noticed that your emotions are particularly irritable and you really want to tear everything around you apart?"

It was still the Saint Seiya wearing a golden holy garment. His eyes were slightly closed. The eighth consciousness, which was said to be the only Saint Seiya, quietly dispersed, and then...

"puff……"

The Saint Seiya's face suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out more than three meters away. In an instant, he was severely injured by unknown power, and the aura on his body fell into a state of depression.
Chapter completed!