Chapter 4774?

Cui Jing was extremely angry, and with a low roar, he flew towards Jian Wushuang again.

This time, he stopped dodging and raised his sword to fight.

Jian Wushuang, who had already mastered his sword intent to the extreme, was confident that as long as Cui Jing didn't want to die, he wouldn't be hurt in the slightest.

The more they fought, the more frightened Cui Jing became. Although he was eager to win, he was not a reckless person. How could he not have noticed that Jian Wushuang, who was fighting against him, did not use Yan Li at all. back and forth.

What kind of strength is this to achieve this step?

The real sword stabbed repeatedly, forcing Cui Jing to retreat step by step, while Jian Wushuang suddenly committed himself, changed the hilt, and suddenly pulled the body of the real sword in his hand on him.

There was a burst of pain in the abdomen, and then Cui Jing's entire body flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

Suddenly, under the transparent ground, thousands of ferocious ghosts broke free from the sea of ​​blood, all of them clinging to the transparent stone slab, as if they were waiting to feed.

Jian Wushuang frowned slightly and took a half step back.

Cui Jing clutched his chest and sat up from the ground, looking at him with a very complicated expression.

He understood that this situation that originally seemed to be resisted by the chamber was an illusion, and Jian Wushuang did not even use his full strength from beginning to end.

He just lost like this, both inexplicably and as if it was already doomed.

The hall was dead silent, and at this moment, a change quietly began.

With Jian Wushuang as the center, the ground suddenly cracked, and the fine cracks spread directly over half of the hall.

Then, it collapsed.

The speed of the collapse was so fast that no one could react. Jian Wushuang, along with Chen Qing and others, all fell into the sea of ​​blood along with the gravel.

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

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

Lady Sha had come behind him at some point, holding a skull scepter and calmly watching the sea of ​​blood churning under the pothole.

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

She didn't speak, and turned around slowly after a while, "After half a stick of incense, drag them up and place them in the city wall."

At the head of Cui Jing, although she did not know what she wanted to do, she was ordered to do as she was told.

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

Cui Jingning watched the movement in the sea of ​​blood, in preparation for pulling Jian Wushuang and others up in an emergency.

At this moment, the boundless sea of ​​blood was churning, and the extremely rich blood energy turned into ghosts, like fishes rushing for food, suppressing Jian Wushuang and the others who fell into the sea of ​​blood.

The karma and calamity that he tried so hard to avoid eventually all swarmed.

When he saw it, it was full of blood red to the extreme. Jian Wushuang and the group of five people were all helpless and could only rise and fall in the sea of ​​blood powerlessly.

If the strength is not damaged, these evil grievances cannot erode one of them.

But now, even Di Qing is helpless, his true destiny is reincarnated, and his current strength is not even as good as that of Spring and Autumn.

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

The sea of ​​blood also boiled from the initial tumbling, and gradually became calm and silent.

After half a column of incense time passed, Cui Jing jumped on the sea of ​​blood alone, and he stretched out his hand and waved when he saw the scene in front of him that was like a prison.

At that time, the sea of ​​blood was separated by a moat.

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

The palms of more than ten feet in size slowly spread out, and Jian Wushuang and the others, who had already passed out in a coma, 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 aura?" Cui Jing frowned, and the confrontation with Jian Wushuang not long ago obviously left him behind. Very impressive.

"Could it be that they are also monks who do not belong to this continent? Or are they just like those bald guys, they are visitors from outside the sky?"

Cui Jing waved his hand and took Jian Wushuang and the others in the palm of the Evil Thought Monster, and checked them carefully. After finding no useful information, he carried them away.

The entire sea of ​​blood without borders has returned to a state of howling.

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Blood red, enough to erode the blood red of the heart platform spread over, infecting everything.

This kind of negative influence full of evil thoughts, despair, silence, and resentment, even if Yanxian is a little careless, will be infested in his heart, and thus infected with inexplicable cause and effect, and a big slaughter.

Jian Wushuang suddenly sat up from the ground, cold sweat pouring from his temples.

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

"Just now, wasn't it still in that sea of ​​blood? Why now... Is it an illusion?"

After exploring the fusion of the internal force and the outside world, Jian Wushuang determined that this was not an illusion.

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

The hazy sky glowed a smoky blue that was hazy after the rain.

On both sides of this bluestone road, there are deep waters where the lotus buds have just been drawn.

Looking from afar, the hazy distance is connected with the deep waters, and there is an indescribable meaning of elusiveness and illusion.

And Jian Wushuang stood in the center of the bluestone road. In front and behind, there were unknowns leading to nowhere.

Everything here is extremely silent, as if it is a painting, full of unreality.

But his expression was still calm, and after thinking for a moment, he took a step forward and moved forward slowly.

There was an unexplained long wind blowing, blowing the lotus leaves on the deep waters on both sides.

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

Jian Wushuang walked slowly in the meantime, and there was an indescribable strangeness in his heart.

He was sure that the scene at the moment was the strangest place he had come to after practicing so far.

This kind of weirdness is not the kind of terror facing life and death, not the powerlessness of facing an unmatched enemy, and it is not facing the unknown fear.

It is a kind of strange discomfort caused by a subtle point that is completely different from cognition, unconsciously.

It's like a nightmare from a long childhood, or a confused babble in the midst of a serious illness.

This kind of place should not really exist, or in other words, this kind of place is transformed by the mind.

Jian Wushuang remained calm, although he had already understood a bit in his heart, he still walked slowly as before.

Under this whole strange and hazy sky, there is only one bluestone road extending to the infinite distance.

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