Chapter 1237

Ye Zichuan thought of the scene he had seen before.

A meat grinder, like a millstone, rip up countless corpses and crush their last blood and essence.

I don't know how many dead creatures will be able to gather into such a mighty river of blood?

And so much blood is used to nourish a strange creature.

How strong is this creature?

This broken world is full of strangeness and horror, which makes people deeply uneasy.

According to Qing Xuan, the existence of countless blood irrigation in that island may be more terrible than the existence behind the coffin bearer.

Hearing what he said, ye Zichuan and Li Changye's mind was suddenly relieved, but they were still curious.

"If you want to go to other places, it's light. The world is very big. I believe there are other gains." Qingxuan said.

It seems that he wants to go to another place.

Ye Zichuan hugged him and prepared to go to other places with Li Changye.

Boom!

The void suddenly burst into pieces, and a big hole was opened in the sky, where the voice of the devil roared.

A big pale hand fell from the sky like this. Although it was very delicate and looked dry, it exuded creepy Qi.

Qingxuan took out Xuanguang's chopping sword in an instant and chopped it at the white jade like hand.

But when the sound, a palm hit, issued a clear and pleasant sound.

The sharp sword didn't cut that hand, leaving only a white mark.

Some of the dry hands were so big that they made the sword bend into a bow like arc, and then printed on Qingxuan's chest.

"Poof!"

Qingxuan opened his mouth and spewed out a big mouthful of blood.

The whole person flew out like a shell, with a sword and a hand.

Ye Zichuan's pupil almost shrunk to the size of a needle tip.

Qingxuan is a strong man at the prefecture level. Even if he is attacked secretly, he should not be so miserable.

Dong! Dong!

With the sound of footsteps, the demon like figure came out of the broken sky.

This time, ye Zichuan saw that the black coffin behind him had opened a corner, and the pale and dry hand was sticking out of the coffin.

Ye Zichuan is a little creepy at this moment.

The existence in the coffin, out!

Although I know the other side is very strong, I didn't expect it to be so strong.

Qingxuan had almost no power to fight back. Even Xuanguang's spirit chopping sword had a tendency of breaking.

"Kill

A hoarse voice came from the black coffin, accompanied by endless killing.

The pale hand had retracted, but the coffin was still not closed, and a corner had been lifted.

The tall devil looked up to the sky and roared. A pair of bloody eyes were burning the blood flame, as if there were two blood seas, and the evil spirit was diffused.

Ye Zichuan's face became dignified.

The seal they put together sealed him in an unknown amount of space, which was pierced by the other party.

He felt great pressure!

Boom!

The man carrying the coffin took the hand, carrying the huge coffin, but his action was unrestricted, and he came to Ye Zichuan almost instantly.

The huge fist zoomed in quickly and smashed down with hundreds of millions of power.

Ye Zichuan sacrificed a big tripod, and suddenly became like a hill, smashing it down to the coffin bearer.

When!

The fist hit on the tripod and made a big sound. The walls of the tripod were sunken. It was a small piece. We could see that the fist was terrible.

This is Hongmeng Lingbao. It's Ye Zichuan's first reward for entering Hongmeng space.

Ye Zichuan head tripod, into a human shape, lightning rushed past.

He deduces time and space with one hand, and makes a light of chaos together.

Boom!

The bright beam of light, thick and incomparable, runs through the endless world.

One arm flew up, with countless black blood spilled down, one arm of the man carrying the coffin was cut off.

"Roar"

The man who carried the coffin roared. At the next moment, the black blood rolled back and the arm flew back to him.

Ye Zichuan frowned tightly. It seemed that this creature could not be killed at all.

At the moment, Qingxuan also flew back from a distance. He held Xuanguang's chopping spirit sword in his hand. There was no nonsense. As soon as he came up, he used all his strength to cut out a startling sword.

The life in the black coffin has made a move. The matter has become extremely serious. We must not let it get worse.

"Click, click!"

The harsh sound sounded, the lid of the coffin moved, the corner of the black coffin slowly expanded, and the breath of horror surged out again.

"Let's do it together, never let him out!" Qingxuan is roaring.

It can be seen that he is in a hurry. He is really in a hurry. He feels terrible.

It's hard to deal with the coffin bearers. If the coffin bearers come out again, I'm afraid none of them will get any benefits.

Without hesitation, ye Zichuan urged the tripod and ran into it.

Li Changye's strength is poor, and he can only watch from a distance at the moment.

The dazzling light is blooming, where it has been completely submerged, just like the sun falling down one by one, and then constantly exploding. The terrible energy surges around and sweeps up, making the already broken world more chaotic and devastated again.

The wind is roaring, the thunder is raging, and the flames are raging. All kinds of terrible visions are staged there, just like the end of the universe.

When! When!

As the sound of a bell reverberates, ye Zichuan urges Dading to bump into the coffin bearer again and again, making him step backward.

In addition, there is the light of the ten thousand Zhang sword in the vertical and horizontal, the heaven and earth are dense, and the sword spirit is turbulent, like a dragon raging.

It's the first time that two local creationists join hands, even in Hongmeng.

The black blood kept splashing, and the body of the man carrying the coffin was constantly broken and reorganized.

This is the most difficult part. No matter how many times two people blow up the opposite side, he can always revive.

Ye Zichuan's eyes are cold and his head is big. He rushes past again.

The next moment, the hair on his whole body stood up.

A pale, dry hand came out from behind the man carrying the coffin.

When!

Some delicate palms were arranged on the cauldron. With a click, there were several fine cracks on the wall of the cauldron.

Boom!

The tripod flew upside down and smashed thousands of miles away.

That hand castration does not reduce, straight to Ye Zichuan's chest patted over.

"Death"

Hoarse voice sounded, like the voice from hell, boundless Yin cold swept by, drowning Ye Zichuan.

Ye Zichuan felt that his bone marrow was frozen, and the cold breath of Yin eroded his whole body, making his soul stiff.

Almost instinctively, he opened his reincarnation eyes and stared at the pale hand.

A cluster of black flame quietly appeared, silent, no temperature and light, burning up on the hand.

"Ah --"

If the shrill ghost screams, pierces people's eardrum.