Bird wings are heretical, because the underworld once wreaked havoc here and ghost disasters were rampant, so the people's livelihood was quite miserable.
Fortunately, later the royal family and the Zhao family took action and severely damaged the ghost master of the underworld. This allowed the Queyi Zuo Dao to regain a lot of vitality. However, overall, the situation of the Que Yi Zuo Dao was still relatively chaotic, because the Queyi Zuo Dao was in charge.
The leftist Heyu Sect has taken the initiative to consolidate its power in recent years and has chosen to let many things go.
Ming Kong Ming Mountain, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are shining, and the cranes are making shadows. Although the popularity of Heyumen has declined in recent years, as a mountain gate that has been operated by Heyumen for hundreds of years, the scene here has become more and more extraordinary.
The golden sunshine scatters, and the heaven and earth rise up, gathering into fog, reflecting the seven colors, setting off the Kongming Mountain like the residence of fairy spirits.
"What is that?"
At a certain moment, a disciple guarding the mountain suddenly realized something was wrong.
Following his guidance and looking towards the horizon, the other disciples guarding the mountain also showed a trace of doubt.
The blood spread, and a wisp of blood dyed the sky red. It looked like some rare celestial phenomenon, but something was wrong.
It was at this time that the blood spread further, turning the sky red. At this moment, many people in Queyi Zuodao looked up at the sky, and then they saw a seemingly endless wave of blood coming from nothingness.
, its momentum is mighty, just like the water of the Tianhe River, the vast and vast water, unstoppable, trying to wash the world.
"Is God angry?"
The vision shocked the world, and many people knelt down to pray, while the monks' expressions changed one after another, because they felt the incredible killing intent in this bloody wave. Just by looking at it, their souls were violently impacted.
, Like falling into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"No, this is an enemy attack."
Blocking out the skylight, the color of blood illuminated the entire Queyi Zuojun. Through the illusion, I saw the blood river that was rushing towards the Heyu Gate like an angry dragon with its fangs and claws bared, and an elder from the Heyu Gate looked great.
Changed and let out a panicked roar.
Dong-dong-dong, the alarm bell rang, the mountain-protecting formation lit up, and the Heyumen disciples quickly moved, but at this moment, the originally powerful mountain-protecting formation could not bring them any sense of security.
Although the Blood River has not yet truly arrived, the terrifying murderous intent has already enveloped the entire Kongming Mountain. Under this murderous intent, all the thousands of disciples of the Heyu Sect felt chills in their hearts. In a daze, they saw
Kongming Mountain flows into a river of blood and turns into a mountain of corpses.
At the same time, in the secret realm of dead wood in Heyu Gate, an old man who was originally like a dead tree, sitting cross-legged under a dead old tree without any trace of life, suddenly opened his eyes.
Phew, the withered flesh and blood was replenished, blood surged up, and the old face was stained with a touch of ruddy. Looking to the outside world, a trace of shock and anger flashed in the eyes of the great elder of the Heyumen, Minghe Zhenren.
"Who dares to invade our Heyumen?"
A trace of murderous aura appeared on the old face, and the figure of Master Minghe quickly disappeared.
Rumbling, the turbid waves were emptied, shaking the heaven and the earth, roaring like thunder, approaching Kongming Mountain, and the will wavered, Zhang Chunyi's figure appeared.
At this moment, his dark eyes reflected a faint layer of blood red, and there was a real murderous intention lingering around him, which was quite strange.
"Are you really here?"
His voice was hoarse, as cold as metal, and his heart was beating. Feeling the powerful aura rising from the Heyu Sect, Zhang Chunyi looked indifferent.
After sending Liu Er and others into the ruins of Dunjian Sect, Zhang Chunyi came to Queyi Zuodao alone.
In order to solve the Heyumen as quickly as possible and avoid accidents, Zhang Chunyi directly relied on Hongyun, Chiyan and Wusheng to enter the demonized state.
Wu Sheng is a sword demon, and its true form is also the basis of its power. Although it is not as extreme as Liu Er, its influence is not small. If it enters the demon state, it is equivalent to giving up this point.
Moreover, Wusheng Master Killer, Zhangyuan Tu Tao species, has a vicious nature. Under normal circumstances, Zhang Chunyi is not willing to rely on it to enter the demonized state, because in this state, he himself is easily affected by this murderous aura.
Impact.
It was not until the Fifth Refining of Yin Shen and the further growth of the soul that Zhang Chunyi was confident that he could enter the demonized state using inanimate objects and not be affected in a short period of time.
The most important thing is that the magical power Bloodbath Sphere focuses on the accumulation of momentum and does not rely on the inanimate body. In the hands of Zhang Chunyi, it can bloom stronger power.
There is no difference in a short period of time, but the longer the time, the greater the difference, because Wu Sheng's control over the blood river is far less than that of Zhang Chunyi. The longer the time goes, the stronger the power accumulated by the blood river in Zhang Chunyi's hands will be. Yuantu Daozhong continued to reveal his murderous intent, and the blood river became more and more surging. Standing on the blood river, overlooking the Heyu Gate, Zhang Chunyi felt an impulse to destroy everything in his heart. To this day, his feelings for the blood river are still there.
Control is reaching its limit.
It was at this time that the Heyumen's mountain-protecting formation shone brightly, stepping on the crane, and a figure appeared.
"Who are you, Your Excellency? Why do you want to attack our Heyu Sect?"
Feeling the majestic power of the blood river, suppressing the anger in his heart, Master Minghe spoke.
Hearing this, Zhang Chunyi lowered his indifferent eyes.
Facing Zhang Chunyi's red eyes, Master Minghe's heart suddenly froze. Through those eyes, he could vaguely see a sea of filthy blood.
"The person who killed you."
Looking directly at Master Minghe, Zhang Chunyi spoke.
The voice is hoarse and contains endless murderous intent.
And as Zhang Chunyi's words fell, the river of blood roared, with a momentum that would never return, rushing down from the sky. Its momentum was like a hanging river coming from outside the sky. At this moment, the sky more than a thousand feet high...
Mingshan seems small.
"I dare you!"
Seeing such a scene, the last trace of luck in Master Minghe's heart disappeared. However, he had actually expected this, and he just wanted to buy some time.
The center of his eyebrows glowed, and an ancient pine tree was vaguely reflected. The demonic aura around him rose, and a lyre was held in the hands of Master Minghe. This is a middle-grade treasure.
Dong-dong-dong, playing with ten fingers, the sound of the piano is like a flowing spring. At this moment, the lingering murderous intention on Kongming Mountain is washed away, and everyone's uneasy hearts are quietly soothed.
But at the next moment, the sound of the piano changed, and the warriors and horses emerged from the dream. People seemed to see a continuous battlefield, and a terrifying fighting spirit rose into the sky, making the world change.
At the same time, two cranes, one black and one white, with 5,900 years of cultivation, appeared behind the real person Minghe. They crowed in unison, carrying a terrifying fighting spirit. The aura around them further rose, and finally spanned 6,000 years.
The boundaries of cultivation turned into two mysterious lights, one black and one white, intertwined together, like a pair of scissors, going upstream, trying to separate the river of blood pouring down.
"Three monsters with more than 5,000 years of cultivation, interior locations, secret techniques, and middle-grade treasures."
Above the blood river, Zhang Chunyi watched this scene quietly. He did nothing, or in other words, he had done everything he could. At this moment, his momentum seemed to be at its peak, but his true power had actually fallen to the bottom.
.
Traveling thousands of miles from Quewei Road, Zhang Chunyi rode the blood river across thousands of mountains and rivers, building momentum along the way. Now, he himself has actually reached his limit.
"Very strong, but just struggling to the death."
Withdrawing his gaze, Zhang Chunyi made a judgment.
The next moment, the blood river roared, big waves rolled up, and terrifying murderous intent bloomed, covering the sky and drowning the black and white mysterious light.