The black stone land, the white bone platform, the waves are covered with blood, and the water is not turbid.

It was still the bald mountain in the isolated island, the black robe that was sticking to the ground like a shadow. However, the objects he was paying attention to were different, and the incense burner turned into a tripod.

The blood intention is erratic, the runes are flashing, and the blood cauldron is constantly rising.

Outside the isolated island, the sky that is chaotic in the sea is like the skin of a wrinkled eel, with a thick dark brown color in the yellow; the wind suddenly chaotic, and the yellow sand hangs from time to time, lit up and down lights; on the sea, the hurricane waves are like silver dragons climbing in the sky, which have touched the sky lanterns.

One year and seven months after the blood domain was opened, the day when the sea and sky were connected was closer.

Every day of time, the turbulence of the sea will intensify. To this day, the sea is no longer a level 4 monster that can gain a foothold, but can only be photographed into flesh mud. The sea of ​​frenzy, carrying a large number of corpses to hit the isolated island, endlessly. The flesh and blood turn into smoke, the bones are stacked, and millions of lives build a circle of gradually thickening and elevating round platforms.

The white bones and blood mist are filled with mist, gathering into pieces to form a dragon, wrapping the stone platform in the center of the isolated island, and then turning seven thin red ropes like chopsticks, wrapping them around, blending them, deepening and becoming thick and wide.

The small blood cauldron gradually grows bigger, turns into a bowl, a basin, like a jar, and gradually turns into a pond like a sea of ​​blood, transforming into a pond.

The stone platform is only three feet wide, and there is a three-meter-long pool on the platform. People are watching the pool on the platform, facing the furnace, and there are three people waiting behind him...

When the blood sea is truly formed, evil spirits may be born inside, or even the beautiful mountains, rivers, rivers, and rivers may be transformed into a complete world. Or they may be born of all things, human demons, and even many powerful powers. The cultivation level can control the world. However, from the outside, it is still a cauldron placed on a three-foot stone platform. There is still a monk with a not-so-high cultivation level standing next to it. With a smile on his face, he can control life and death in the world by raising his feet. He can cut off his roots and bones by raising his feet.

The two realms of Sumeru, also known as the realm of the realm, are this.

One sand can form a world, one wood can represent withering and flourishing, and mustard seed space can be revolved in the universe. This is true.

"The world is in front of you. The world is around you, the world is outside the world, and the world is in the world, and the world is in the world."

The old man in black robe slowly raised his hand and randomly broke one of the seven red ropes. In an instant, thousands of sounds in the tripod that had become a blood pool were roaring together. He was sad and sad, as if the world outside the sky was collapsing, and millions of creatures were crying loudly.

"The universe is created, and it takes the palm of the creation to be at peace."

The old man then connected the red rope to another place, looked at the tripod that had returned to calm and slowly growing, and then looked at his hand, with a look of satisfaction.

"This is the hand of creation."

"Congratulations to the Lord!"

Three monks in red robe bowed and bowed to their salutes. The tone was pious and showed endless fanaticism.

"It's too early to say congratulations now!" The old man shook his head slowly, looked into the distance, and said to himself with emotion: "Only two senior brothers have done their job. Only as a junior brother can I get a small favor. You must be careful of senior sister... who!"

The blood cauldron suddenly shook, as if Mangshan was shaken by huge force. The old man suddenly turned his head, his expression of shock and disbelief. Without waiting for instructions, the three red-robed monks shouted loudly, turning into a long rainbow to rush out, as if facing a great enemy.

"It's me."

Aside the isolated island and next to the bone platform, a young man in white appeared out of thin air. He looked at the old man with a smile, and suddenly frowned slightly.

"Hello...Old."

The old man's face was too old to believe. A wrinkled skin hung on his dry bones, which was undulating when the wind blew; the two eyes were clearly two mud pits, with a withered and dry mud bun in the center, which was his nose. The most peculiar thing was the mouth that spoke, with a gap between the opening and closing reaching the ears, and it looked like a hole made with a knife on the carpet; there were only four amazing teeth left inside, which were particularly sharp and bright.

That should be the only vitality part on the old man, as if he had concentrated all its essence.

"The wind is sunny, what are the old man doing..."

The young man greeted him friendly, and there should be something else below, but was shocked by the old man's face, so he stopped when he said this. His right hand was raised in the air, and there was a light red film in front of him, as if he was trying to enter the island.

The result was unsuccessful.

At this time, three red-robed overseers rushed to the side of the isolated island and shouted. The young man looked down upon him and did not rush to urge the old man to answer. He twisted his waist and leaned back slightly, and punched the red film.

boom!

It was as if the sky drum was being beaten, and the rumbling sound continued for a long time. The blood tripod on the stage shook again, more violently than the previous time; the young man's body flew backwards like a pinball, and bounced back at a faster speed.

"So strong!" The young man still looked polite and did things that made the shameless bandit as ashamed. His fists and feet were like the wind, and he kept hitting the red film, while speaking to the old man in a discussion tone.

"Old man, how long do you think it will take me to penetrate it?"

"presumptuous!"

“Bold!”

"court death!"

The three red robe had never seen such a arrogant person, and they all rushed towards their opponents in anger, looking indignant as if they wanted to tear them apart. Strangely, at only a little distance, they did not use any magical powers or sacrifice any powerful treasures. They just buried their heads in front, rushing, and then stopped.

"Slow down!"

The old man raised his hand the moment the three red robes rushed out of the light film, looked at the young man who seemed to be blind with a muddy look, and said slowly: "Xiao Shisanlang, since you are still alive, why not escape quickly and what are you doing here?"

"Haha, I know me, as expected." Shisanlang stopped, his provocative gaze swept across Sanming's red robe, and said with a frivolous expression: "Three to one, do you dare to let it go?"

The insults were too obvious, and the three Hongpao were furious for it, but they didn't dare to rush out because they didn't have the will of their master, and all of them looked manic.

The old man was unmoved and continued to ask in a gloomy voice: "I asked you, what are you doing here?"

Shisanlang put away his thoughts of seducing the enemy and replied: "I picked up two wild dogs and wanted to return them to their master."

He grabbed two red-robed monks in his hands with his backhand. Shisanlang shook at the three red-robed monks and said, "Is it your dog?"

"Senior Brother!"

"Junior brother!"

The three red-robed monks screamed again, and the concern on their faces could not be faked. Of course, they looked at Shisanlang even more angry and were irreconcilable.

"Master!" A red robe tried to ask the man in black robe for a fight, but unfortunately he did not get permission.

The old man's skin on his face shook a few times, and the sound of the four grooves rubbing was heard. After a long silence, he said lightly: "Since you have picked it up, they will belong to you and keep it yourself."

Shisanro shook his head gently and said, "It seems that you not only know me, but also have a deep understanding of me, so you are particularly scared."

The old man sneered and mocked: "Are you afraid of you? What are you afraid of? Rush in and bite me?"

Shisanlang replied calmly: "I speak with facts."

After saying that, he lifted up the red robe with his left hand, pushed him forward with one palm, and flew away as if he had completely given up.

"Junior brother!"

The two red robes were hard to suppress and rushed towards the light film regardless of everything. Their bodies seemed to have encountered no obstacles. They passed through them... halfway.

"careful!"

"return!"

Two loud shouts sounded at the same time, accompanied by a light shout.

"burst!"

Boom! The flesh and blood were everywhere, and then turned into blood mist and ashes. The soul of the red-robed monk who was discarded by Shisanlang gathered and dispersed. He actually...self-destructed?!

God testified that such a thing is almost impossible. Self-destruction is the last method of cultivator fighting for life, so how can he be manipulated at will? It is true that the red-robed monk is a prisoner. It is also true that he has no power to resist, but he will never self-destruct himself on the premise that it is impossible to hurt his opponent and only harm his companions.

The reason was not too late to investigate. The two red-robed monks with half of their bodies were in trouble first. The expression of horror and despair was frozen on their faces. They looked at the blood mist containing unmatched power, and their bodies quickly retreated.

"This is impossible, ah!"

The cultivator self-destructed, and his power was comparable to a God-transforming attack. The two red-robed monks retreated faster. The hand that tried to save people rushed to use their magical powers. They were still inevitably affected by the self-destruction. When they screamed, one of them had his right arm blown away, and blood was spewed out of his mouth at the same time; the other was in a worse condition, almost losing half of his body, and the rest was scattered, like a blood puppet that had been dispersed.

The red light film swayed violently, and the blood tripod on the stage whistled repeatedly. The originally expanding momentum paused and even began to shrink.

"Xiao Shisanlang!" The old man in black robe roared wildly, his body trembling violently. The third monk in red robe rushed forward and pulled the monk back with a broken arm. At the same time, his eyes fell on his companion who had only half of his body, and his eyes were about to break.

"I'm here, don't be so loud."

Shisanlang flew back to the isolated island again and said in a slight slightest, "It's so strong that it's not broken. Oh, by the way, which one of you, is you?"

He pointed to the third monk in red robe. Thirteen Lang looked at the old man in black robe with a hint of pity.

"No wonder they still have the mind, they are called brothers and brothers, and they look good in their relationship. I will boldly guess whether they can all become you, or they can all become you in the future, similar to clones?"

"Don't want to know!" The old man in black robe's voice shrill, the monk in red roared, and his hatred penetrated his bones and souls.

He felt that he was going crazy and had never provoked him. Why did he lead this unreasonable evil star here?

Shisanro chuckled softly and said, "If you don't know, you don't know, I don't need to know."

After grabbing another man in red robe, Shisanlang said, "No matter how much you incarnate, you can kill them one by one. Oh, right, thank you for this. If you didn't try to replace your identity, I might not have been able to find anything, and I wouldn't be able to make him self-destruct."

The old man in black robe gritted his teeth tightly, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the red robe monk who had only left his body, opened his mouth and bit his neck hard, and sucked hard.

The body of the monk who was severely injured was shrunk, and the flesh and blood essence poured into the old man's body like a spring, and he quickly turned into a mummy. At the same time, the old man's face quickly became rosy and plump, and his old body seemed to have regained vitality, as if he suddenly became twenty years younger.

"Taotie**! Those dead monks in the Demon Palace..."

"Yes, they were eaten by me."

The old man showed a little pleasure on his face and said, "I know you are not easy to mess with, but now my big deal is about to happen, and you are even struggling to delay... What can I do to me?"

Even if you can't get in, of course you can't do anything to him. Shisanlang's face was slightly darker, and he suddenly asked, "Who are you?" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!