Emperor’s Domination

But there are no huge graves, no catacombs, not even coffin bodies in sight, not everything you can imagine here, there are endless voids.

“This, this, this is the first murder grave?” Some look at the endless void in front of them and say with disappointment.

“Is that the first murder grave?” Some people were unwilling to look at the endless void in front of them and couldn't help but say.

“Maybe it's just the entrance. There are other places.” An archbishop said, “Let's go in and take a look.” Said to fly in a spaceship towards a vague void ahead.

However, something terrible happened, and when the Archbishop's ship crashed into the void, the whole ship fell into the void like a weightlessness, like a bottomless hole.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah” a scream sounded, the ship carrying hundreds of strong men of the Archbishop, the ship suddenly fell, they had to be horrified, they were all strong, the first reaction was to vacate and want to leave the ship.

But the results are still the same, they can't fly at all, and here, the Brother's empty flight is completely disabled! At this moment, no matter what they do, no matter how many flying treasures they sacrifice, they can't save them, and they all fall like feet, completely weightless.

In a moment, these hundreds of powerful men were frightened away, screaming through the void, watching as hundreds of powerful men fell like meteors into the infinite depths of the void, eventually disappearing into everyone's eyes, and no one knew where they had fallen.

“This, this, this is impossible!” Seeing such a scene, everyone was frightened, wanting to follow the monks or doorpays who flew out, had to strike a chill, like a cicada!

“Impossible, there's still holy pride in it!” The emperor of a frontier saw this scene with a pale face and soft legs.

You know, when a monk reaches a certain level, it's normal for him to go up and down. If suddenly a monk can't fly, how devastating is this for a monk?

“This is the realm of nothingness, even if you are a great sage, if you fall, you will die.” At this time, an old voice sounds in the mountain of the Royal Throne.

Hearing this, countless monks and heirs in this room have had to shake their hearts. Though many people don't know what nothingness is, even Da Xian is a dead end, and everyone understands how terrible it is.

“Look, what's that?” At this point, someone with an eye-tip and a finger ahead hastily said.

Everyone looked to the vague void ahead and saw a red cloud floating in the distance. The red cloud was like blood, and it looked like blood flowing. This red cloud flowed in a long line, far as it looked like a river of blood.

In the blink of an eye, a long line of red clouds floated to the cliff before the cliff. When the first red cloud hit the stone wall of the cliff, it bounced immediately and drifted in the other direction. The other red clouds floated here were also bounced out and drifted in the same direction.

“This is the legendary bloody cloud.” Dropping a flimsy sound on the ground treasure tree, I don't know who's talking.

When a corpse blood cloud approached the cliff, only the earthly silly treasure tree shouted, the whole ground silly treasure tree flew on this corpse blood cloud, the blood fog rolled over, like a monster, it seemed like there were tens of millions of tentacles to roll into the ground silly treasure tree, the treasure tree suddenly dropped endless fairy light, the fairy light blocked these blood fog tentacles.

In the sight of the crowd, the earth's foolish treasure tree floated far away in a cloud of dead blood, and no one knew where it was floating.

“Turns out it's riding the clouds!” Everyone understands what's going on when they see the Foolish Tree of Foolish Mountain's Old Immortal Land successfully floating far away on a cloud of corpses.

At this time, immediately an old monk jumped onto the bloody cloud that had just leaned over, and as soon as he jumped up, the bloody cloud rolled over, and countless pieces of bloody fog swept at him like a tentacle.

“Ah -” the old monk was too big, unprepared, scrolled by the blood fog all at once, between blinks, his whole person was turned into blood fog, not even the bones left behind.

Seeing such a horrible scene, many of the monks present had to fight a shiver. It was only then that they realized that it was actually not that simple, and that the blood mist was very dangerous.

The "buzz” sounded, the mountain of the throne rides on a cloud of dead blood, and the mountain easily blocks the danger of blood mist, riding the cloud of dead blood to the distance.

Then, the ancient kingdoms, the Yin and Yang Gates, the great sanctuary… a single archdiocesan country jumped into the bloody cloud, these archdiocesan kingdoms have enough strength and their treasures easily block the bloody fog of the body.

“We jump in, too.” The Archbishop, Jiangjiang, rode the bloody clouds to the distance, and the other monks or mini-men were unwilling to jump on the bloody clouds.

A doorman or a monk succeeds in blocking the blood mist of the corpse cloud with his treasures or tricks, and those who do not are screamed, turned into blood mist, and the remains are not left behind.

“Let's join forces.” In the meantime, many small gate factions or dispersions began to negotiate and form alliances to ride the bloody clouds of the dead together to the distance.

As Li Qi Night, who opened the first murder grave, was not in any hurry. He watched the crowd jump on the blood cloud of the body. He just laughed. Li Qi Night said to Baotou: “Master, you can jump on the blood cloud of the corpse with everyone and ride over it.” Speaking of a bloody cloud of corpses from afar.

“What about you?” Baotou Taoist knew that it must make sense for Li Qi Night to let them dance in this bloody cloud, and he had to ask.

Li Qinight said: “Rhymn bamboo and counting heavenly Taoists come with me.” Though he spoke, his eyes kept staring at the bloody clouds of the dead, while he silently counted the numbers of the bloody clouds flowing through his heart.

Seeing the corpse blood cloud of Li Qi Night, Baotou Taoist drank a big sip, with the old people riding the giant carp instantly fell over this corpse blood cloud, the giant carp easily blocked the blood mist, then the Chikari River old on the carp riding the corpse blood cloud to the distance.

As for the other doorman present, of course, he dared not compete with such imperial fairy gates as the Thousand Carp River for blood clouds.

“Shall we go?” Blue rhyme bamboo had to be asked after the old carp rivers rode the bloody clouds away.

“Wait." Li Qi's eyes stared at the blood cloud of the body, silently counting the number of the blood cloud of the body.

I don't know how long it's been, there are fewer and fewer monks here, and many monks or sects have succeeded in riding the bloody clouds away, even the little doorman or the scattered ones, and when they join forces, they have enough strength to block the bloody fog, and they can't help but get excited when they ride the bloody clouds away. They finally entered the first murder grave! The legendary makeover, the legendary immortality is waiting for them.

As the number of people became smaller and smaller, after a long time, Li Qi finally locked up a bloody cloud of corpses. After he saw the bloody cloud flowing, he silently said to Heavenly Taoist and Blue Rhyme Bamboo: “Ready, you block the bloody fog, remember, then follow my orders. ”

Neither Skywalker nor Blue Rhyme Bamboo knew what the bloody cloud of the body was, but they took a deep breath and dared not carelessly stare at the bloody cloud of the body.

When Li Qi Night's chosen corpse blood cloud approached, Li Qian Dao and Blue Rhyme Bamboo suddenly grabbed and sighed and drank: “Jump--” In an instant, he pulled Blue Rhyme Bamboo and Count Tian Dao to jump on this corpse blood cloud.

After the three of them jumped on the cloud, the blood mist rolled over and rolled down on them like countless tentacles. Standing on the left side of Li Qi Night counts as an old mandarin in the hand. The old mandarin actually tends to feng Xiang, dropping the law, blocking the blood mist. The blue rhyme bamboo standing on the right is just a scolding sound, no action is seen, the stars haunt, also easily blocking the blood mist.

Blood fog blocked by them, Li in the middle of seven nights completely unaffected by blood fog. In fact, as soon as he jumped on the bloody cloud, Li had closed his eyes at night, and his heart was measuring the journey of the bloody cloud.

Blue Rhyme Bamboo and Heavenly Taoist do not know what Li Qi Night is doing, but they are also cautious, do not dare to fall lightly, defend against the rolling fog of blood.

The three of them rode the corpse blood cloud to the distance, and at the same time the corpse blood cloud to the distance was not only their one, a long line of corpse blood clouds grew, like a river of blood flowing in this void.

I don't know how long this bloody cloud that looks like a river of blood has been flowing. When it got to a position, a bloody cloud of corpses started to separate, and each bloody cloud moved in different directions!

Starting here, all the corpse blood clouds began to disperse, and each corpse blood cloud had its own direction, and for a moment, a cloud of corpse blood was like a leaf canoe in the sea, drifting in all directions.

The direction in which the corpse blood cloud floats is not within the reach of the monks riding on it, even if it is rebellious and invincible, it cannot change the direction in which the corpse blood cloud floats.

Seeing this corpse's blood cloud disperse, each corpse's blood cloud drifts in different directions. Only then did Blue Rhyme Bamboo understand why Li Qi Night chose a corpse's blood cloud for the Qiankoi River.

“Turns out the blood cloud doesn't drift to the same place.” Watching the bloody clouds of the three of them ride in a completely ignorant direction, the heavenly Taoists were forced to mumble.

At this time, there are no other corpse blood clouds around them. Only they have a corpse blood cloud floating in the open sky. This is like a leaf boat floating in the open sea. People have to worry about when a giant wave will strike.

“Of course it's not the same place, every dead blood cloud has a footing point, every footing point is different, and every footing point is your creation. This is a good start, or a bad start, depending on whether or not you picked the right blood cloud.” Li Qinight closed his eyes and silently gauged the journey flowing through the bloody cloud of corpses.