In the Netherworld, the laws set by the Lord of the Netherworld are in the forgotten land and have no effect. Vertexx23us is undoubtedly a disaster for this world.
The law does not punish everyone, and everyone does not choose. So, for the world, it is undoubtedly the most disorderly, and it is undoubtedly dark and turbulent.
The netherworld is different from other vastness.
The rest of the vast world is occupied by the human race. Although the world is huge, there are ups and downs, but most of them are stable.
Evil and good are intertwined and muddy. But in the world, rational people and people with good intentions in their hearts still account for the vast majority. Therefore, this order is calmed down so that evil cannot stand up.
The heaven and earth are vast and have this righteousness, so the other eight vast areas are relatively calm most of the time. Not many people can make big waves.
Even if it appears, it will be suppressed by the powerful.
Just like the ancestor of the Tianlin Xu family who won the demon master's half form. He turned the sword seed into Qi and planted it into the bodies of those monks with higher talents. He used it as a container for the sword's intention, and harvested the fruits when they were mature.
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There were not one or two sword types, but hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of talented monks who were devoured by the ancestor of Tianlin.
However, this sword art is still not truly perfected. More sword types are needed.
This shook the foundation of Cangyuntian. Even though the ancestor of Tianlin had reached the realm of destruction and claimed to be immortal, a powerful man still took action and killed him even though he himself was also severely injured.
However, Netherworld is different. This is a place where ghosts gather. Even within the realm, ghosts account for the majority.
Although these ghosts have been brought to peace by the laws of the Lord of the Netherworld, they are still ghosts in essence. What is deep in their hearts is bloodlust and murder.
Nowadays, when a fish enters the sea, it is free and no longer needs to be trapped in the fishing net.
These are not small fish, but extremely ferocious and huge ferocious fish. Once they enter the ocean, it will undoubtedly be a disaster for the fish in the ocean.
Chu Cheng looked at the head in his hand. Although the flesh and blood were blurred, he could vaguely tell that it was an old man.
In the face of killing, there is no distinction between men, women, old and young. To those strong, they are just a ball of flesh.
It is meat with vitality and meat without vitality, and it is even more useless meat.
"The ones who caused this...are the human monks..."
Flesh and blood are supplements to ghosts and immortals. Even if they are mortals, this is still the case.
But here, the sea of blood is still there, containing countless corpses. If they were ghosts, these corpses and bones would have been sucked into white bones long ago.
It's just that it doesn't exist here. It doesn't mean it doesn't exist in other regions.
How many lives are needed to condense into this seemingly boundless sea of blood? Although, in this sea of blood, there is the aura belonging to the second step of the strong.
This is the second step of the monks' battle. Some people were injured and bleeding, but at best they only accounted for one percent of the sea of blood.
And this one percent of blood destroyed millions, or even tens of millions of living beings.
Since Chu Cheng entered the Xuan Dynasty, he has fought with those second-step strong men. Even though he has encountered strong enemies and even though he has been defeated, he will eventually restrain the violent aura contained in his blood.
This is true even when life hangs on a thread.
And all the strong people he met were like this. The gap between the strength of the Xuan Realm and the human realm was really too big.
This blood has no temperature, and the blood flowing from the fingers is biting and cold, and it is cold to the heart.
The ups and downs of the sea of blood were very calm.
But in Chu Cheng's heart, it was extremely uneven, like the turbulent waves of the sea.
He was thinking about a problem, a problem that would determine his next path.
Once decided, perhaps, this battle in the underworld will not only mean entering the top ten.
Chu Cheng has a way to fight for the top ten. After all, he has many trump cards. In addition to the mask of destiny, he also has that magical function.
Gather the Tao of others and use it as a powerful blow to surpass yourself in a short period of time. If you gather hundreds of true Tao, you may not be unable to occupy the top ten positions.
However, once Chu Cheng decides, his goal is not limited to this.
But to be enemies with all the powerful men in the inner world of the Netherworld!
Be enemies with all the powerful people who cause trouble in this world!
He wants to protect this world that has been forgotten by the world.
Although, it is too late. But it is better than watching helplessly
This road is rugged and very difficult. With Chu Cheng's strength, it is still difficult to do it.
But when golden flames arose in his eyes, he decided to do it. Even if he was shattered to pieces, even if he fell into danger one after another.
"What I practice is not the Buddhist way. Although it does not have the Buddha's light shining all over it, it still has the same color."
As Chu Cheng murmured, a dragon roared up. Thousands of dragons were playing in the water, rushing into the sea of blood. They continuously impacted the sea of blood with destructive power, causing the sea of blood to evaporate and billowing red mist.
Those broken corpses and those broken bones were all smashed into pieces by the surge of thousands of dragons.
This is the last trace left by those dead creatures, an extremely sad trace. It’s okay not to want this kind of trace.
However, at that moment, a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the center of the sea of blood.
There was a ray of light shining through the blood, which was very gorgeous.
A gust of wind flashed away quickly, and a figure followed in an instant.
This figure was so fast that Chu Cheng was in a daze for a moment, unable to see the figure clearly.
The roar of dragons came together to suppress the sudden arrival.
The sea of blood surges, and when the waves reach the sky, what emerges is a sprawling ancient city.
This is the true appearance of this sea of blood. There are ravines in the land, which were originally rivers that could flow through the mountains and run through thousands of miles.
However, it no longer exists now, all stained with blood red.
Dalong Hengkong, however, paused when he approached the figure. And Chu Cheng's outstretched hand also lowered it and hid it in his sleeve, motionless.
Just for a moment, another light lit up in front of me.
It looked very delicate, but it carried extremely solemn killing intent, and it also stirred up the blood rain.
It was a cyan thin sword. While it stirred up the blood rain, it also broke through the blood rain.
The wind was loud and deafening, and also swept Chu Cheng's white hair.
The sword kept approaching, but Chu Cheng still didn't move or say a word. He just looked into the distance quietly, with the thin sword emitting green light clearly reflected in his eyes.
Chu Cheng didn't move because he saw the hand holding the sword hilt.
The hand was very white and tender, as if it had been broken by blows, but was full of veins.
With a soft sound, the thin sword was pushed out with the force of the hand and sank into Chu Cheng's abdomen. The tip of the sword poked out from his back, bringing out a wisp of blood.
At this moment, Chu Cheng still didn't move. The golden flame in his eyes disappeared early, and the black and yellow flames were also dispersed by him. He still stared straight ahead.
What he saw was a pair of eyes.
A pair of very calm, but very focused eyes. However, there was deep fatigue and deep sadness between the eyebrows.