Chapter 1033 Centrifugal Ambition

The blood light emitted by the blood-colored young dragon is extremely conspicuous in the dark night, shining continuously, like a blood-colored ripple, ripples in the sky.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Ouyang Ming felt a strong summoning power in his mind.

The devouring power in his body was unusually eager, which made Ou Yangming amazed. Since obtaining this powerful force, it has been acting tepidly, even a little loosely, but at this moment, it has become urgent.

This strange change made Ouyang Ming sure in his heart that Centrifuge had indeed made a big move.

Thinking about it this way, the speed is faster, like an arc tearing apart the space.

There was a new rain in the empty mountains, the scenery along the road was beautiful, the fog was in the sky, and the flowers were swaying, but Ou Yangming didn't have any thoughts of appreciating it in his heart.

My heart became more and more anxious, and there was a vague sense of something bad. It seemed that as long as I went late, it would cause unimaginable consequences.

Seeing Ouyang Ming's frosty face, even Rhubarb didn't dare to speak casually. At this moment, Ouyang Ming's body seemed to be filled with anger, but everything was burning, even he didn't know where the anger came from, he just felt inexplicably unhappy.

Wherever it passes, a powerful momentum presses down, and all beasts change, and no one dares to defeat its edge.

Xiaohong moved her wings and asked boldly, "What's wrong with you?" At this moment, even he felt the aura on Ouyang Ming's body was extremely terrifying.

"It's okay." Ouyang Ming nodded slightly, and the violent breath on his body dissipated a lot.

With a slight movement of thought, one has stepped into the realm of sympathy between heaven and man.

After thinking for a while, he looked at Xiaohong with burning eyes, and asked the doubts hidden deep in his heart. He asked, "Is there a deep entanglement between the dragon and phoenix clan?" Although he had the answer in his heart, but Not sure.

"En!" Xiaohong nodded her head slightly, and the colorful feathers on her head were also fluttering in the wind.

If other people asked such a sensitive question, Xiaohong would definitely spit out a flame without hesitation, burn the other party into charcoal, and even taunted that it was not too big or small.

But Ou Yangming has the blood of the Feng clan, and the blood of the Feng clan is so thick that it has reached an unimaginable level, so he nodded and said yes.

It shook its wings, and then said: "This kind of resentment comes from the blood, it's hard to explain."

The light in Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed, and he whispered: "It's true!" After entering the Great Ruins, he had this kind of speculation, especially in the world below Huijian Peak, when he saw himself using the Phoenix Huo Na's bone dragon looked crazy, and this guess became more certain in an instant.

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu......"

It turned into several long rainbows and went away quickly.

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At this time, at the junction of Danzhou and Zhangzhou, an extremely hidden place.

The land was desolate, dark and deep. Countless believers of the Heaven Swallowing Demon God had dull eyes, chattering teeth, a strange smile appeared at the corner of their eyes, and their noses and mouths were pulled together.

If you look closely, you can find that the movements, expressions, and even eyes of these believers are all exactly the same.

This picture is enough to scare the hearts of those who see it.

On the top of the mountain, a man looked out into the distance, and he was dressed in white, swaying with the breeze behind him.

He has a handsome face, which is incompatible with the picture in front of him. Of course, the most striking thing is his eyes. What kind of eyes are these? Full of aggression, it seems to devour nothingness. The first time people see it, two words can't help but pop up in their minds - ambition.

With an ambition to dominate the world, who is this white-clothed man if he is not centrifugal?

Centrifuge caressed the purple sand cup with his fingers, and shook his foot, half of the red liquid in the cup shook with the movement of his hand. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be half a cup of fresh blood.

He was full of energy, and the injuries on his body had healed. He casually glanced at the blood shadow under him, raised his right arm lightly, and brought the purple sand cup to his mouth. His eyes showed obsession, and he took a sip comfortably. The blood said viciously: "I told you at the beginning that if you rebelled again, next time, I would make your life worse than death. Do you believe it now?" Especially scary in the dark.

"Bah! Lord Demon God will not let you go, you who forsake the way, you who forsake the way..." Xueying's voice was intermittent, hoarse and dry, and his words were full of resentment.

After finishing speaking, he spit out toward the heart with the last bit of strength.

However, at this moment, he is already exhausted, with both vitality and blood loss, and he is no longer the Venerable who used to be proud of the void. This mouthful of saliva fell powerlessly as soon as it was spit out, and it was not contaminated with centrifugation at all.

Centrifuge's eyes were even more sinister, and he didn't even hide. He smiled and said: "Sure enough, the blood of the venerable is the holy medicine for healing. After drinking it a few times, my injuries have already healed. Drink more, Is there any further possibility?"

"People who have abandoned their way!" Xue Ying's eyes were blood red, and he gritted his teeth.

"Hahahaha, what is Tao? I am Tao!" Centrifuge looked up at the starry sky with fiery eyes.

He drank the blood in the purple sand cup in one gulp, clenched his five fingers, squeezed it hard, and the purple sand cup instantly turned into powder, and then said: "I once said, I will become a Buddha if I slaughter all living beings, and I will become a Buddha with the blood of tens of thousands of believers. Open the secret realm and get the inheritance of the demon lord. As long as this matter is completed, who can stop me in the entire spiritual world?" As he spoke, he laughed wildly.

Xueying's body was covered with dense wounds, criss-crossing and dripping with blood.

In some places, there are even dense white bones, and a rotten breath echoes.

He breathed out a breath of cold air forcefully, just such a small movement, tore the wound on his body, and a heart-pounding pain hit, which seemed to make people faint. But the strange thing is that no drop of blood flowed out, because the wound on Xueying's body had been specially treated. How precious is His Holiness' blood? This question is indeed difficult to answer, but for the centrifuge with the ability to devour, it is invaluable.

"You are terminally ill and beyond cure." Xue Ying took a breath and spoke softly.

Centrifuge didn't take it seriously, he glanced at him proudly, and said indifferently: "I know why I am standing, but you are lying on your stomach like a dog, and life is better than death?"

The blood shadow counterattacked: "How long can a person who doesn't even stick to his own beliefs stand so comfortably? That's not what the Tao is asking for. It is destined to go farther and farther away from the road, and the more you want, the more you will not get it! It is like the morning sun and the evening sunset, chasing each other, but they can't touch each other; like the flowers and leaves of Bianhua , never see each other again. You have already lost your way, but you can talk about it here, isn’t it funny?” After speaking, he burst out laughing.

A fierce look flashed in Centrifuge's eyes, like a bolt of white lightning, his center of gravity sank downward, and he pinched Xueying's neck directly.

His voice was icy and icy cold: "You don't need to preach to me!" His eyes were insane, with countless bloodshot eyes, like a ferocious beast that would choose someone to devour.

But Xueying was not afraid at all, he stared at him with wide eyes, and said in a low voice, "Kill me if you have the ability!"

"Kill you?" Centrifuge repeated.

With a pinch of five fingers, the blood shadow was lifted from the ground, and his legs were off the ground.

Throwing it casually, the blood shadow flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and hit a huge bluestone.

In just an instant, Qingshi collapsed inch by inch. The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing an astonishing arc. He sneered and said, "Dead? You are so naive! I will use your soul to deploy the blood of thousands of believers to summon the secret realm, Entering the Dragon Clan world, death, how could it be possible for you to die so easily?"

In the early morning, the sun dispelled the cold and darkness above the earth at the same time.

There was a flash of blood in the centrifugal eyes, raised his head, and said: "It's almost time, the overall situation has just begun, the situation has become clear. It's time to harvest the wheat..."

As soon as the words fell, blood mist spread out from his body, and a gloomy air scattered in all directions.

Amidst the blood mist, Centrifuge's hands quickly made a formula, and countless obscure, cumbersome, difficult-to-understand and difficult-to-learn formulas were typed out.

The entire mountain range roared and exploded, and the sound of wind and thunder roared one after another, connecting them into one piece.

After a while, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and a blood-colored altar that had existed since ancient times slowly rose from the ground. The color on it is mottled, and in the middle of the altar, there is a three-foot-square pit, stained with blood, but it has dried up, forming an indescribable color.

Even the sky suddenly darkened, covered with lead clouds, silver snakes danced together, and the wind blew.

The sound of thunder exploded endlessly, and the color of the entire sky changed completely.

"Go!" Xueying raised his hand to lead!

Tens of thousands of believers rushed towards the altar as if in a daze.

His eyes were cloudy, dazed, without the slightest sense of consciousness.

After stepping on the altar, his five fingers were like knives, and he kept scratching his body. In an instant, his skin was ripped apart.

But these people seemed to be unaware, especially after seeing the blood, they became even crazier.

With a distorted face, he grabbed the internal organs of the body with all his strength, and soon, the body became festered.

The blood kept sinking along the altar, but the three-foot-square pit seemed impossible to be filled. No matter how much blood flowed into it, it would be absorbed by a mysterious force.

Blood, dazzling blood, dyed half of the sky red.

Chui looked obsessed, squinted his eyes, spread his hands, made a gesture of embracing the blue sky, and took a deep breath.

He said softly: "Xueying, did you see it? I'm about to succeed!"

Xueying didn't answer, but the vicious look in his eyes was so palpitating.

One, two, three...

More and more people died on the altar. The death conditions were extremely miserable. Their bodies were riddled with holes and blood.

But even when he died, there was still no relief in his eyes, and even his soul was bound.

After an unknown amount of time, the pouring rain came as soon as it was said, as if it wanted to wash away the filth, sin, and injustice in this world. ...

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