Chapter 4774

Cui Jing was extremely angry and flew to the sword again with a low roar.

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

The sword that had already controlled the sword's intention to the top was unparalleled. He was confident that as long as Cui Jing didn't want to die with all his heart, he wouldn't hurt him at all.

The more fighting, Cui Jingyue was shocked. 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 he did not use Yanli at all, all relying on a real sword in his hand.

What kind of strength can we achieve this step?

The real sword stabbed repeatedly, forcing Cui Jing to retreat step by step. At the same time, Jian Wushuang suddenly gave himself up, changed the handle, and suddenly pulled the sword body of the real sword in his hand on him.

A burst of pain relief came from his stomach, and then Cui Jing's whole body flew backward and fell heavily to the ground.

Suddenly, under the transparent ground, thousands of ferocious ghosts emerged from the sea of blood, all screaming and sticking to the transparent slate, as if waiting for feeding.

Jian Wushuang frowned slightly and retreated half a step.

Cui Jing clutching his chest, sat up from the ground and looked at him with an extremely complex expression.

He understood that this situation, which originally seemed to be resisted by the chamber, was an illusion, and jianwushuang didn't even exert all his strength from beginning to end.

He lost like this, inexplicable and doomed.

There was a dead silence in the hall, and at this time, changes began quietly.

With jianwushuang 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. Jian Wushuang, together with Chen Qing and others, fell into the sea of blood with the gravel.

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

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

Madame Sha did not know when she had come behind him, holding a skull scepter, calmly looking at the sea of blood churning under the pit.

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

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

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

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

Cui Jingning watched the movement in the sea of blood, in case of an emergency to pull up jianwushuang and others.

At this moment, the boundless sea of blood writhed, and the extremely rich blood turned into ghosts, just like fish preying on food, suppressing jianwushuang and others who fell into the sea of blood.

He tried to avoid causality and mass murder, and finally all flocked.

At first glance, it was full of extreme blood red. The sword was unparalleled. Five people were helpless about it, and they 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 at all.

But at present, even Diqing is helpless. His true destiny reincarnation, and now his strength is even inferior to that of spring and autumn.

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 in front of him, he stretched out his hand and waved.

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

The ugly monster transformed by countless evil thoughts and ferocious 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 fainted, appeared in Cui Jing's eyes.

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

"Are they also monks who don't belong to this continent? Or are they aliens like those bald men?"

Cui Jing waved his hand to take the sword in the palm of the evil giant, peerless and others, carefully explored it, didn't find any useful information, and then carried them away.

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

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

This kind of negative influence full of evil thoughts, despair, silence and resentment, even Yan Xian's slightest carelessness will be infected with the heart platform, thus infected with inexplicable cause and effect, and great murder.

Sword peerless suddenly sat up from the ground, and 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, wasn't it 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 that only two people could walk side by side, and looked around.

The hazy sky was suffused with a haze of smoke blue 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 indescribable sense of ethereal and illusory bitterness.

And Jian Wushuang stood in the middle of the bluestone road. In front of and behind him, there was no knowing where to go.

Everything here is silent to the extreme, as if it were a painting, full of unreality.

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

There was a long wind blowing from nowhere, blowing the lotus leaves on both sides of the deep waters.

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

Jian Wushuang walked slowly during this period, and there was an indescribable 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.

It is a strange discomfort caused by something very different from cognition unconsciously.

It's like having a nightmare in that long childhood, or having a serious illness.

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

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

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

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