The sea of blood was churning, and it was countless times wider than before.
Jiang Linan's figure became smaller and smaller in the endless waves of blood, leaving only a black dot.
At the peak of its power, it can destroy all things.
Wisps of black smoke burned above his head, spawning demons in various shapes and forms.
One becomes ten, ten becomes one hundred.
They emerge one after another, layer upon layer.
Until the surging river stopped flowing, until densely packed demons filled the void.
The man from the Jiang family in rich clothes put a finger between his eyebrows and said with the power of self-destruction: "This technique understands blood and blood, and is used for killing."
"It's a human being, it's a demon, it's a devil, all will be destroyed by killing."
"I use this technique to condense the world, gather a prison, and suppress you in the void. You will not be able to escape for three to five thousand years."
"You can't stop me."
With his soul dim, Jiang Linan's face was distorted and he said in a daze: "You won six thousand years ago, and you won because of my negligence."
"But six thousand years later, you lost."
"With these three to five thousand years of changes, are you still in control of the rise and fall of Wen Palace, which you have always been obsessed with?"
To kill someone is to kill someone, and to hit the point directly.
Jiang Linan leaned forward and stepped out with his right foot.
Thousands of troops and horses were rushing behind him with great momentum.
Only afterimages are seen floating around, and it is difficult to see the true body.
The demon bared its teeth and claws, carrying the sharpest sword in the world, and absorbed the endless river of blood.
"Bang bang bang."
The magical power was so powerful that the unstoppable terrifying pressure spread dozens of miles around the Demon Buried Mountain Range.
The steep mountains are cracking from the bottom and peeling off in circles.
The earth trembled, the mountains shook, and the rocks flew.
The branches and leaves of the trees exploded into pieces, and thick smoke rose into the sky.
The birds and beasts hiding inside had no time to escape, and were suddenly shrouded and torn apart by the coercion falling from the sky.
The abyss of void is sinking deeper and deeper, and growing wider and wider.
The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling came from the cracks, which was breathtaking.
Duan Ziqian holds a pen in his left hand and holds Wen Dian Qi Luck in his right hand.
Wandering in the eighteen formations set up, golden light emerged from his body and said: "I was able to force you into despair six thousand years ago, and it will be the same six thousand years from now."
"The art of killing is certainly terrifying, but it is not without its flaws."
"At least, the magical power exerted by your soul allowed me to see the flaw."
"And this flaw..."
He casually instilled literary energy into the eighteen formations, turned his pen to the Demon Burial Mountains and said, "As long as you cut off this inexhaustible flow of demonic energy, you will no longer be able to increase your magical power."
"Without half a stick of incense, 90% of my luck will decline. That's when I fight back."
With one sweep, the long bloody dragon gathering over the jungle was divided into two.
The dragon's head and tail separated, and the blood mist scattered and drifted.
Jiang Linan said without changing his expression: "Half a stick of incense is enough for me."
"cut."
The index finger is a knife, and it cuts to the bottom.
The demons roared, and they all melted together as if they were summoned.
Ever since, a sharp edge visible to the naked eye lit up the world.
It is like the sun of a small world, rising slowly in the early morning.
Drive away the darkness and welcome the light.
It is new life and hope.
It is also like the moon on August 15th, as bright as a jade plate, mysterious and holy.
Eradicate the filth in the world and grant purity to all living beings.
It's warmth and togetherness.
"bite."
The sharp edge first appeared, appearing on the first formation set up by Duan Ziqian, but it was fleeting.
Then, the second formation, the third formation, the fourth formation...
In just half a breath, the nine formations were shattered into pieces, and the aftermath was unleashed in all directions.
Duan Ziqian's face flushed, he punched the bone pen with his fist, and shouted loudly: "More formations."
"Swish swish."
The nine formations had just been destroyed, leaving only a mask of light in place.