The catastrophe is ashes, and all of them turn into ashes under the disaster.

He still remembers the distant past and the weakest end of the world that he has seen.

On that day, the sky was red and cloudless. The sun and the moon were hanging high at the same time. The heavy bloody rain fell with the wind, sprinkling all over the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas.

There seems to be a death knives between heaven and earth. All living things and creatures, who have a heart, are so sad.

Among the thousands of races, countless strong men roared to the sky, as if they were sending the death of the king, or as if they were cheering for the arrival of freedom.

While crying, laughing wildly.

He heard the great figures of his ancestors tell the whole clan:

"After today, humans can eat blood for us, and our era has arrived."

At this moment, the blood rain in the sky came to an abrupt end, the sun and the moon merged with each other, and it turned out to be broken. A huge gap was cracked at the end of the sky, and a vast ashes fell down. The ashes seemed to hide sparks, but they also carried a strong dead aura. The strength reached a certain strength and they would never be contaminated.

Once contaminated, the body will gradually turn into ashes.

The strongest people among all races were dissatisfied with them. They claimed to be gods and demons and used their own means to protect their own tribes.

However, under the ashes, all things are empty and all spirits are silent, and only humans are not affected.

A grand voice sounded in the vast world. He said: "After the death of the lonely, people are still the chiefs of heaven and earth. All races are inviolable. Those who violate it will be rejected by heaven and earth."

As the words fell, the powerful men of all races who were eager to eat humans were frightened.

The stronger the strength, the faster the death is. The strongest people in the clan often turn into ashes, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

The second-strong man still has time to explain his funeral, but he will die soon.

Only some guys who had just reached the level of gods could barely survive and blocked the erosion of the ashes on one part of their body.

From that day on, this substance has a name: "Capocao."

…………

Inside the Bone Gate, in the Void.

The tiger crawled on the ground, and its forehead continuously hit the dark ground.

With blood flowing on his face, he seemed to be unaware of it and murmured: "My Lord, my Lord, your loyal servant here to ask for the sacred decree to you."

Over and over again, over and over again, the force used by the tiger is getting bigger and bigger, just like breaking his head.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong~~~~~~~

The heavy sound penetrated the bone door, and Ye Zhen frowned slightly, "I still want to call out that kind of thing?"

Holding the ancient sword in one hand, the sword edge flew straight, thunder gathered at the tip of the sword, and the crescent cross-bone-section door constructed by blue and purple electric arc divided into upper and lower halves.

The tiger, Kobe Imayama, and several blood-robed priests all focused on their own affairs.

One kowtowed hard, the other was foolish and couldn't understand. Several others pulled out daggers and stabbed them into their hearts, using themselves as a blood sacrifice in exchange for communication between the tiger and the source blood.

"The Chongxue Sect is no longer human, and it must be killed in all!" Ye Zhen said lightly, and then ordered Li Xuanchen to contact the chaebol and inform him of the matter in detail.

Although Li Xuanchen has a little bit of a living personality, he is still very clear in the face of major issues. He nodded and took out his smartphone.

"Uh...it seems I can't contact you." He felt embarrassed in his heart.

Bang! Wang Jun's palm fell on his shoulder, "I'll do it."

Li Xuanchen was moved in his heart, with a smile on his face, "A Jun..."

Without saying a word, Wang Jun took out his cell phone and edited the text message and sent it out.

Zhao Changqing, Su Liuyun, Su Xiaojiu, Qi... Many people have received similar text messages.

In the virtual network space, Qi also received an additional text message from Wang Jun:

"The Luotian Blood Sacrifice is not to be underestimated. A Qi, come and help spread the news. Be sure to let everyone in the city No. 36 know about this."

The panda cub was depressed and wanted to ask Wang Jun why he gave up the metal heart. After all, it was equivalent to giving up liquid metal. It did not want its real body to have flaws. At this moment, he was angry and gave Wang Jun a bunch of words of rejection.

After a thump, his head collapsed and hit Qi's forehead, A Yao said with slightest voice: "Are you sure you want to reply like this?"

Qi:(￣ε(#￣)

It pouted, hummed, but it just didn't say anything.

A Yao waved his arm and took over the information flow, changing the reply message, leaving only two short words: "Okay."

…………

The rain was pouring, and the water-attributed domain covered a radius of 100 meters. The surrounding blood corpses were pushed flat, and Zhao Muyu led the escort team to ensure everyone's safety. The front is the border of Area 1.

"What's wrong. Our Zhao family has set up a unified checkpoint in District 1. The intersection ahead should never be unattended."

Zhao Changqing was mingling in the team, looking at the electronic guardrail in the distance, with a little blood on the ground, which was very fresh.

Zhao Muyu glanced at Zhao Changqing. He didn't like the juniors of this family, even though the clan leader and the ancestor had high expectations for him.

He has been very talented since childhood and inherited the blood of his ancestors. He awakened the power of Scarlet Shura early. He became famous in the family at a very young age, but because of a strange evolutionary sorrow, he had psychologically abused quirks, and gave up on himself, really lacking the heart of a strong man.

However, it has become interesting recently. The best brother died in front of him, accidentally fusing two forces and gaining the power of Asura. This is like a falsehood. Zhao Muyu didn't take it seriously. However, he saw an obsession in Zhao Changqing's eyes that day.

People have no obsession and achieve nothing. If they want to do the ultimate, they must have the ultimate persistence. Even if they cannot get it, they are willing to fight for it in this life. In this way, they can be the heart of the strong.

"Do you hate it?" Zhao Muyu suddenly stopped and asked for no reason.

Zhao Changqing frowned, pondered for two seconds, and replied: "Extremely hated!"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes changed color, one side was as scarlet as Shura, and the other side looked like Rakshasa green.

The power of Asura is brewing in the body, like a lit stove, which will explode at any time when it is approaching its limit.

"It's a good thing to have hatred, but do you understand what you really hate?" Zhao Muyu left a question and walked forward without looking back.

Zhao Changqing followed two steps quickly and decisively: "Chung Blood Sect, I want to destroy every one of them."

"Wrong," Zhao Muyu shook her head slightly, the smile on her face was like the mockery of the world. He turned around and pointed at Zhao Changqing's nose, "What you really hate is that you are not strong enough. At that time, you were strong enough, so strong that you could push everything, then your brother would not die."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Changqing felt as if he was struck by lightning, and his pupils kept shaking.

The water curtain was connected to the sky, and the rain was pouring. The rain that was originally guarding suddenly became as sharp as a knife, and the radius of 100 meters expanded to 300 meters.

Hundreds of blood corpses flew backwards and scattered into pieces in the air. These walking corpses didn't even have time to explode themselves.

"Strong enough..." Zhao Changqing's pupils were focal, and he looked at Zhao Muyu's back.

With his fingers together during food and food, Zhao Muyu held a fingertip blade in his hands.

His figure flashed and rushed directly to the boundary level of Area 1.

The rain falling from the sky is willing to become his pioneer and build a dense barrage.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

In the seemingly empty area, a blood-colored light rippled, which was a special force field of some kind of ritual formation.

"The cumulative clerks from the Chongxue Sect dare to enter the city. Don't you know whose territory is here?"

With his hands dancing in the wind, Zhao Muyu changed his easy-going temperament. The glasses on his face could not hide his sword eyes at all.

The bitter sword energy penetrated into the rain curtain, and the magic array condensed by blood light suddenly disappeared.

Seventy-two blood-robed priests groaned at the same time, blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths, and they took several steps back.

"The Zhao family has such a strong man?" A sharp voice came from behind the blood-robed priests, as if their throat was cut open, and the air was constantly leaking out.

Zhao Muyu shouted: "Zhao Changqing, you used to be just a garbage and a waste. You are a little different when you die."

Asura's power surged all over his body, Zhao Changqing's face turned as blue and his breath was boiling like fire.

Su Liuyun looked at him sideways and saw what Zhao Muyu taught Zhao Changqing.

Zhao'erlang, who has such a strong character, what can the Kobe family's conspiracy be calculated?

Uncle Pai glanced at Su Liuyun without any trace. His young master was better than Zhao Changqing. Unfortunately, he used the wrong place to use the obsession, but he liked to play some side-by-side tricks.

The enemy stands in front of you and wants to kill you. No matter how powerful a hacker is, he will end up dead on the spot.

"But your determination is not thorough enough. I'm sorry for the bloodline you inherited. If you look forward to it, how can you be considered strong enough!"

Zhao Muyu burst out like a song and rushed into the seventy-two blood-robed priests.

His fingertips have double blades, which are combined into a knife, and are called "六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六六�

The blade as thin as a cicada's wing, the knife intent that is more sharp than the snow, and the knife energy that is as wide as a net...

The blood-robed priests often have their lives harvested before they even notice it.

Three, five, seven...

In a moment, forty-five blood-robed priests fell to the ground, and the blood was like a pool, and the rain could not cleanse their color.

"Enough!!!" A sharp voice roared quickly. The man wore an exaggerated high hat, as if his head had changed and had grown.

There was actually a level of formation behind him, and there was a red light that reached the sky hidden in the cover of the illusion, which was one of the eighty auxiliary magic arrays.

Within the blood-colored light column, an adult corpse vampire ape slapped his chest hard, and his mouth grew and accumulated enough energy.

roar!!!!!
To be continued...