Chapter 4779

Cui Jing was so angry that he roared and flew to the sword again.

This time, he stopped dodging and fought with his sword.

The sword that has already controlled the sword intention to the top is unparalleled. He is confident that as long as Cui Jing doesn't want to die, he won't hurt him.

The more the fighting, Cui Jingyue was frightened. Although he was eager to win, he was not a reckless person. How could he not detect that the sword he fought with was unparalleled and did not use Yanli at all. He fought back and forth with a real sword in his hand.

What kind of strength can we achieve this step?

The real sword stabbed Cui Jing back step by step. At the same time, jianwushuang suddenly committed himself, changed the handle, and suddenly pulled the body of the real sword from his hand on him.

A burst of analgesia came from his stomach, and then Cui Jing flew out upside down and fell heavily to the ground.

Impressively, under the transparent ground, thousands of ferocious ghosts emerged from the sea of blood, all screaming and attached to the transparent slate, as if waiting for food.

Jian Wushuang frowned slightly and retreated half a step.

Cui Jing covered his chest, sat up from the ground and looked at him with a very complex look.

He understood that the situation that seemed to be resisted by the chamber was an illusion. The sword was unparalleled, and he didn't even exert his best from beginning to end.

He lost like this, inexplicable and doomed.

The hall was silent. At this time, changes began quietly.

With the sword matchless as the center, the ground suddenly cracked, and the fine cracks directly spread more than half of the hall.

Then it collapsed.

The speed of the collapse was so fast that everyone didn't react. The sword was unparalleled, together with Chen Qing and others, they all fell into the sea of blood with the gravel.

Countless ferocious ghosts cheered like a carnival, lying on their bodies layer by layer and dragged into the depths of the sea of blood.

Looking at the collapsed ground in front of him, Cui Jing subconsciously looked back.

Empress Sha didn't know when she had come behind him, holding a skull scepter and calmly looking at the churning sea of blood under the pit.

"Big sister, are they all right?" Cui Jing swallowed his throat.

She didn't speak. After a moment, she turned slowly, "half a column of incense, drag them up and place them in the stronghold."

Cui Jing nodded. Although she didn't know what she wanted, she was ordered to do it.

The time of half column incense is not long, but it is also short for a period of time.

Cui Jingning watched the movement in the sea of blood in preparation for pulling up jianwushuang and others in an emergency.

At the moment, the boundless sea of blood churned, and the extremely rich blood turned into ghosts, just like the fish robbing, suppressing the sword unparalleled and others who fell into the sea of blood.

The cause and effect and the big killing and robbery he tried to avoid eventually swarmed in.

At first glance, it was full of extreme blood red. The sword was unparalleled. There were five people. They were helpless and could only sink and float in the sea of blood.

If their strength had not been damaged, these grievances and evils could not erode them alone.

But at present, even Diqing is helpless. His real life reincarnation is worse than even spring and autumn.

Giant monsters mixed with evil thoughts stretched out their palms from the depths of the sea of blood and dragged them into the sea bottom bit by bit.

The sea of blood was also boiling from the initial tumbling, and gradually calmed down.

After half a column of incense, Cui Jing jumped on the sea of blood alone. Looking at the scene of an abyss like prison, he waved his hand.

At that time, the sea of blood was separated into a natural graben.

The ugly monster transformed by countless evil thoughts and evil ghosts emerged from the natural moat.

The palm of his hand, which was more than ten feet in size, slowly spread out. Jian Wushuang, who had been unconscious, appeared in Cui Jing's eyes.

"What is the origin of these guys? Although they all look very weak, how can they have a breathtaking momentum?" Cui Jing frowned. The fight with Jian unparalleled not long ago obviously left a very deep impression on him.

"Are they also monks who do not belong to this continent? Or, like those bald people, are they aliens? "

Cui Jing waved the sword matchless in the palm of the evil giant monster and took it over. He explored it carefully. He didn't find any useful news before he carried them away.

The whole boundless sea of blood returned to the state of howling.

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Blood red, enough to erode the heart platform, spread over and soaked everything.

This kind of negative influence full of evil thoughts, despair, silence and resentment, even if Yan Xian is careless, he will be infected with the heart platform, so as to catch inexplicable cause and effect, and great murder and robbery.

The sword peerless suddenly sat up from the ground, and the cold sweat gurgled at the temples.

Looking into the eyes, the sea of blood is not there, only a quiet and desolate bluestone road.

"Just now, I was still in the sea of blood? Why now... Is it an illusion? "

After exploring the fusion of internal derivative force and the outside world, jianwushuang determined that this was not a fairyland.

He got up slowly, stood on the bluestone road where only two people could walk side by side, and looked around.

The hazy sky was suffused with a smoky cyan after the rain.

On both sides of this bluestone Road, there are deep waters that have just pulled out lotus buds.

Looking from afar, the hazy distance is connected with the deep waters, with an unspeakable sense of ethereal and illusory bitterness.

Jianwushuang is standing in the center of Qingshiban road. In front of and behind him, he doesn't know where to go.

Everything here is silent to the extreme, like a painting, full of unreal feeling.

But his face was still calm. After thinking for a moment, he stepped forward slowly.

A long wind blowing from nowhere moved the lotus leaves on the deep waters on both sides.

Now, the lotus has not yet opened, and the huge lotus bud is almost sinking on the water.

Sword peerless walked slowly. There was an unspeakable strangeness in his heart.

He was sure that this scene was the strangest place he had come to since his practice.

This kind of strangeness is not facing the terror between life and death, the powerlessness in the face of irresistible enemies, nor the fear of the unknown.

But a kind of strange discomfort caused by something very different from cognition.

It's like having a nightmare when I was a child, or having a serious illness.

This kind of place should not be real, or it should be transformed by mind.

The sword is unparalleled and motionless. Although the bottom of my heart has understood for a few minutes, it still moves forward slowly as before.

Under the whole strange and hazy sky, only a bluestone road extends to the infinite distance.

On the deep, bitter and cold water, desolation and solitude reached the extreme.