Chapter 1091: Crossing the sea

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A group of monks began to cross the sea and prepare to board the ladder.

There are no ships on the sea, but it is not difficult for them to walk on the water. Sure enough, everyone is stepping on the surface of the blood, and they are not sinking, but marching on the sea of ​​blood.

The first person who entered the **** sea soon reached more than ten steps. The **** sea was rolling, and the waves were soaring, but it did not hurt this person. Everyone saw that the first person was not in danger, and one by one became excited, then Quickly enter the **** sea and fly quickly toward the center of the sea.

I don't know if it is a reason for a lot of people, or if it is traveling too fast, I can see that some monks can't control the force and plant it in the blood.

Zi Yan looked at the tide-crossing team like a tidal wave. It was slightly disappointing. Many years ago, a person in his eyes was the existence of the sky. This level is not what Zi Zi can see, but at that time. In the eyes of Zi Yan, the human dimension is too rare, and the degree is almost comparable to the treasure.

But many years later, Zi Yan reached this realm, and it was discovered that the existence of the original human environment is simply comparable to the world's cabbage, which is really numerous.

Sure enough, only when you reach a certain height can you see something.

"I don't know if one day I went to the realm of the land, the extremely strong landlord for me, will not be as flooded as Chinese cabbage." Zi Yan thought secretly, but it is not realistic to think about this question, because how many times can there be? The land of the earth.

But when I didn't reach that realm, how could Zizi know how many realms there are in this world?

The purple sorrow of the gods quickly wakes up because he has a very important discovery.

That is the monks who had fallen into the **** sea before, but they did not appear again. None of them fell into the sea of ​​blood, as if they had sunk into the seabed at once, and they did not reveal their heads during the period.

The **** sea is screaming, but the purple scorpion can't hear the sound of the waves beaten. The monks are planting, but the purple scorpion does not hear the sound of smashing.

As if throughout the world, in an instant it has become surprisingly quiet, surprisingly dead, and at the same time weird.

The monks who cross the **** sea have the same look, no joy or no sorrow, it is difficult for people to see some drawbacks from their faces, but after seeing many of their companions fall down, they will not get up, and their faces should change.

But no, they look very calm and even very focused.

The sable can see them clearly and see their calm and focused expressions. The two sides are not far apart, but he feels that the two sides are far apart, as if they are in two worlds, the things they see are clear and Blurred, full of contradictions.

Finally, there was a monk who took a step back, but this small step was so obvious among the monks who were marching in a row.

The attention of the group of Zi Yan immediately fell on the monk, and he saw that he quickly took a step back and then retreated to the third step.

Three steps back, a light suddenly came out of him, and then his figure disappeared into the sea of ​​blood.

A person disappears out of thin air.

Just as the Ziyan people still don't understand this situation, like a chain reaction, all kinds of light are illuminated from all directions of the blood sea, and each light shines, which means that a monk disappears.

These disappearing monks have one thing in common, and both have retreated three steps at the same time.

But where did they go after disappearing.

In addition to the sable, there are still many monks who have not entered the sea. At this moment, they are wondering about this problem, but obviously, they are not in a natural world.

Falling into the **** sea will no longer float, and will disappear after retreat. Obviously, only the way forward is the only right way.

"There is no sound coming out of the **** sea. The sea of ​​anger is still rolling. There should be no sound. The biggest possibility is to isolate the sound. There should be a system or a small world." Lu Peng looked at the front of the road.

"Maybe they have encountered some kind of formation, and they are in the middle of the battle. If they want to break the line, they will only have a way forward. If they fall or retreat, they will disappear."

"They will lose their way into the sea. Is it something that has caused them to panic? They will step back. Is it something that is not feasible?"

Without entering the **** sea, all the speculations in the outside world are useless. Only by personal experience can you know what they have foreseen, why they will fail, and why they will retreat.

After seeing it for a long time, I didn't see the famous church. Zijing and others decided to cross the sea. During the period, the forces constantly rumored to the companions in the sea, and they didn't get any response. Zijing naturally gave up the idea that others went in and others waited.

Everyone went ahead and stepped into the **** sea.

When you step on your feet, there will naturally be a prisoner who will carry the body, saying that it is stepping on the sea of ​​blood, but in reality it is no different from the flat.

The purple scorpion stepped into the **** sea, and then saw the sea of ​​fire. He was in the middle of the sea of ​​fire. The flames were burning around, the pungent smell of pungent scent, and the scent of the nose was suffocating.

Looking around the flames, the ground on the corpse, the purple brow wrinkled, because he looked at the extremely cruel scene, he was somewhat familiar.

Ziyan has a lot of murders in his life, but there are very few things that are arson after murder, and it is so rare that he can’t remember it.

"It's an illusion." Zi Yan tried to think about whether he had killed someone or not, but he couldn't remember it, thinking it was an illusion.

The temperature of the surrounding flames was clearly transmitted to the senses. He tried to take a step forward and accidentally stepped on a branch that had not been ignited, giving a clear squeak.

Everything is real, but Zi Yan can't remember, when did he kill these people.

He stepped forward, looked around, looked into the distance, and then saw some buildings burning in flames. It looked like a sect, but it had been cleaned, and there were sometimes a few heartbreaking flames. Help screams.

Zi Yan tried to think back to her own enemies, and got the sects that should be retributed, and finally thought of a Wu Zong.

"Is it Wu Zong." Zi Yan crossed the sea of ​​fire and wanted to find some clues.

Suddenly, his expression was stiff and his eyes stared at the front. There was a huge card that caught the fire, but he could barely see the writing on the plaque.

Ling Wuzong.

A memory hidden in the heart of the purple scorpion, almost forgotten by him, the memory that is about to disappear, suddenly flooded into the mind of Zi Yan.

Many years ago, the scene emerged, not because he killed people, but because people destroyed his sect.

"Yes, this is Lingwuzong. My teacher is in the same place. It was destroyed by Wu Zong in the past. The elders were killed and the punishment was also killed."

The memory in the purple sea has overlapped with the fire in front of the eyes.

Sure enough, for a moment, a loud voice that he was very familiar with, a figure passed through the sea of ​​fire, this is a teenager, looks very green, with grief on his face rushing into the sea of ​​fire, began to shout the name of the friend, Then began to rummage between a body.

"Before the elders."

"The Lord."

"Lin Xue."

"Su Mengyao."

Zi Yan quietly looked at this young and tender purple, looked at himself that year, watching him see a female body, the face of the desperate.

Although this scene looks very weird, the purple eyes are calmly watching.

When the scene of the extermination was reappeared, the boy was very sad, but the purple cicada was very calm. Now he can be sure that this is a magical array.

In the **** sea, the purple eyes are calm and the steps are calm. The span of each step is the same, walking toward the center of the blood.

During this period, some people still fell into the sea, and some people still disappeared, but the purple scorpion seemed to be unaware, but slowly and firmly walked toward the front.

As with what happened in the past, the teenager did not find the living person he wanted to live, and then the person who met Wu Zong began his escape career.

In this escaped life, he was wounded, killed, eaten hard and wild fruits, eaten raw meat, and smashed grass, succumbed, and powerful.

It seems to be a scene reappearance. Zi Yan saw the small mountain village again, and saw Wang Xianer, Wang Hao, Wang Shan, and Wang Shi, who had already died for many years.

Then I saw the monk again, and I saw Su Mengyao and Lin Xue in Cangli City and saw more people.

Zi Yan does not know what this illusion wants to express. There are very few warm images. Most of them are killing, all blood, and they are desperate and indifferent faces.

Despair, those who were killed by the sable, the indifferent face, naturally purple.

At the end of the scene, a scene of **** scenes appeared from the front of the purple scorpion, the headless body that fell, the head of the rolling, the expression of death, the blood of the red earth, the soul of the ghost because of resentment, because of the unwillingness and self-destruction of Dantian All kinds of scenes, all kinds of blood.

These people are killed by the purple sable, but Zi Yan only remembers a small number of people, most people look and name, he does not remember, but he killed them.

The scene of killing in front of the scene is still being demonstrated, just like a fast shot, but even if it is deliberately accelerated, it is only the scene of the purple dragon.

Because all the way to the present ~www.readwn.com~ Ziyan kills too much, killing people like numb, killing countless.

In addition to the image, there is a voice echoing in the ear of the purple sable. This voice is resentment, crying, and it is a fate, a ghost, a ghost, and constantly floating around him, constantly talking in his ear.

Looking at the **** scene in front of me, listening to all kinds of fatal sounds from the ear, and the sinful voice of the purple scorpion as ruthless as the heavens.

The purple face is expressionless, and the young purple scorpion is looking forward to the maturity. I watched all the enemies being killed, listening to the sound of the soul and the condemnation of the avenue. He calmly looked at everything and looked calm.

In this way, I don’t know how many killing shots I saw. The purple brow wrinkled and gradually felt intolerance. He looked at the void and calmed down: "I don't know what you are going to tell me, or I want to make me realize what is wrong. Or maybe it makes me feel bad, no matter what purpose you report, I want to say that I have nothing to do in this life."

Purple eyes and drink: "I have no conscience, so I have no regrets."

No regrets reverberated in this world, the sound of the murderous voice of the purple scorpion suddenly disappeared, the avenue condemned the sin of the crime disappeared, the murder scene disappeared in front, and the **** sea appeared.