Thunder Martial

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

There are no boats on the bloody sea, but treading on water is not difficult for them. Sure enough, people stepped on the surface of the bloody sea, not sinking, but treading on the bloody sea.

The first person to enter the Blood Sea soon reached more than a dozen steps away. The Blood Sea was rolling over and the waves were raging, but did not harm the person. The crowd saw that the first person was not in danger, a look became excited, and then quickly entered the bloody sea and flew towards the center of the ocean.

I don't know if it is the reason for the number of people, or if it travels too fast, but some monks gradually lose control and fall into the bloody sea.

Purple looked at the tidal crossing team, slightly faint. Years ago, a yuan was in his eyes, a heavenly existence. This level is simply not what Purple wants to see. At that time, the renminbi, in purple view, was too scarce, almost comparable to the treasure.

Years later, however, Purple arrived in this realm, and it was only then that it was discovered that the existence of the original Renminbi realm, like the world's great cabbage, was really numerous.

Indeed… something can only be seen at a certain height.

“I wonder if one day I will arrive in the local realm, and the very rare local strong for me, will it flourish like cabbage?” Though purple thoughts are implicit in the heart, it is not realistic to come to this question because of how many local territories there are in the world.

But how could Zijuan know how many places there were in this world without reaching that realm?

The faint purple, soon awakened, because he had an extremely important discovery.

That is that the monks who had fallen into the bloody sea had not reappeared, none of them. They fell into the bloody sea, as if they had sinked into the ocean all of a sudden, without ever showing their heads again.

The sea of blood was raging, but purple could not hear the sound of the waves slapping. The monks were falling, but Purple didn't hear Putong.

It's like the whole of heaven and earth, in an instant, it's incredibly quiet, incredibly dead silent, and at the same time... weird.

Brothers crossing the Blood Sea, all look the same, no joy and sadness, it is difficult to see some defects from the face, but seeing many companions fall and never get up, their faces should change.

But no, they looked very calm, even... very focused.

Purple can clearly see them, see their calm and focused expression, they are not far apart, but he feels that they are far apart, as if they are in two worlds, what they see is clear and blurred, full of contradictions.

Finally, a monk took a step backwards, just a small step, so obvious in a line of forward monks.

The attention of the purple walker immediately fell on the monk. He quickly took another step back, followed by a third step.

Three steps back, a bright light suddenly came out of him, and then his body disappeared over the sea of blood without a trace.

disappears without a trace?

Just when purple walkers don't understand the situation, it's like a chain reaction, shining all kinds of light from all directions of the blood sea. And when every light shines, it means a monk disappears.

All these missing monks have one thing in common, all three steps back at the same time.

But where did they go after they disappeared?

In addition to purple, there are many monks who are not in the sea, and they are wondering about this at this moment. But obviously, they're not in heaven.

Falling into the bloody sea will no longer float, retreating will disappear, and obviously only moving forward is the only way to go.

“There is no sound coming out of the bloody sea, the sea of rage is rolling over, there should be no sound, and the greatest possibility is to isolate the sound. There should be a system, or a small world.” Lu Peng looked straight ahead.

“Perhaps they have encountered some form of formation and are in the process of doing so. There is only one way to break the line, if you fall or fall back... disappear! ”

“They will fail to move into the sea. Is it something that frightens them? They'll fall back. Is there something that's impossible? ”

Without entering the Blood Sea, all guesses in the outside world are useless, only personal experience can tell what they foresee, why they fail and why they retreat.

After watching for a long time, the famous Hall of Fame was not seen, and Purple Pearl and others decided to cross the sea. During this period, no response was forthcoming from the forces to their counterparts in the sea. Purple Nature also gave up the idea of going in and waiting for others.

Everyone went forward and stepped into the Blood Sea.

As soon as you step on it, there will naturally be a force of captivity that will hold your body. Said it was stepping on the bloody sea, but it was actually no different than flat ground.

Purple stepped into the sea of blood and saw the sea of fire. He was in the flames of the sea, and the flames burned around him, and the burning odor of the stinging nose came into his nose, choking a little.

Looking around at the flames, the ground scorched corpses, purple brows wrinkled. He was actually familiar with it because he was looking at a very brutal scene.

Purple life, killing countless people, but after killing, there are very few things to set fire to, and he can't even remember.

“Hallucinations?” Purple tries to remember if he's killed someone and set fire to it, but he can't remember, thinking it's a hallucination.

The temperature of the surrounding flame was clearly transmitted to the senses, and he tried to take a step forward and accidentally stepped on a branch that had not yet been ignited by dryness, making a clear clatter.

Everything was real, but Purple couldn't remember when he had killed them.

He stepped forward, looked around, looked far away, and then saw some flame-burning buildings. It looks like a sect, but it's been cleansed, and there's been a few heartbreaking screams in the flames.

Purple tries to recall a sect that has revenge against itself and is rewarded with what it deserves, and finally comes up with a martial arts.

“Is it Wuzong?” Purple crossed the flames and wanted to find some clues.

Suddenly, his expression was stiff and his eyes stared dead ahead. There's a giant plaque on fire, but you can barely see the inscription on the plaque.

Spirit Martial Lord!

A name hidden in his heart, almost forgotten by him. The memories that were about to disappear suddenly poured into the purple mind like a tide.

Years ago, a scene emerged in which he did not kill, but was annihilated by his sect.

“Yes, this is Lingwuzong, where my master is. He was exterminated by martial arts, the elders of Tai Shang were killed, and the master of the punishment palace was also killed. ”

Memories in the purple mind overlap with the sea of fire in front of them.

Sure enough, not for a moment, a loud and familiar shout sounded. A man crossed the sea of fire, a teenager who looked extremely green, rushed into the sea of fire with grief on his face, started shouting the names of his friends, and then began to look between a corpse.

“Supreme Elder! ”

“Palace Lord! ”

“Lin Xue! ”

“Su Mengyao! ”

Purple quietly looked at this young and childish purple, looked at himself, looked at him and saw a female corpse, the despair that appeared on his face.

Though the scene seemed strange, Purple watched calmly.

When the scene of extermination reappeared, the teenager was very sad, but purple was very calm. Now he can be sure that this is a phantom formation.

In the sea of blood, the purple color is calm, the footsteps are calm, the span of each step is the same, towards the center of the sea of blood.

In the meantime, there are still those who have fallen into the sea and those who have disappeared, but purple seemingly unconscious, slowly but resolutely moving forward.

Like what really happened, the teenager did not find the living person he wanted to live, and then started his escape when he met Wuzong.

During his escape, he was wounded, killed, eaten harsh wild fruit, ate raw meat, ate grass, held back, and was strong.

Seems to be a scene reproduction. Purple saw the village again, and saw the green fairy Wang, the dome, Wang Shan, and Wang Shi, who had been dead for years.

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

Zixuan doesn't know what this illusion wants to express. There are few warm images, most of them are killings, all of them blood, all of them a desperate, indifferent face.

Despair, those who were killed by purple. The face of indifference is naturally purple.

At the end of the scene, a scene of blood appeared from the face of purple... the flying headless body, the rolling head, the expression of death, the staining of the blood of the red earth... because the resentment was too deep to become a ghost, because of the unwillingness and despair of the self-destructing Dantian... scenes, bloodstains.

These people were killed by Purple, but Purple remembered only a small part of them, and most of them did not remember their faces or their names, but he killed them.

The scene of killing in front of us is still being demonstrated, as if it were a quick shot, but even if it had been deliberately accelerated, it would have arrived at Zidane Won.

Because all the way up to now, purple kills too many people, killing people like numbness, killing countless people.

In addition to the image, there is a sound echoing in the purple ear, which is a resentment, a cry, a sore life, like a ghost, a ghost, constantly floating around him, constantly talking in his ear.

Watching the bloody scene in front of you, listening to the sorts of fatal sounds coming from your ears, and the heartless sounds of the sins of purple as Heavenly Path.

Purple faceless, quietly watching the tender purple forward march towards maturity, quietly watching an enemy killed, quietly listening to the cries of death in his ears and the condemnation of sin in the avenue... He looked at everything quietly, divine calm.

That's it, I don't know how many killer shots I saw, purple eyebrows wrinkling, getting impatient, he looked at the void and said calmly: “I don't know what you're going to tell me, or what mistakes you want me to recognize, or make my heart dust... Whatever purpose you report, I want to say, what I've done in my life... no regrets! ”

Zijuan drank: “I am well deserved to ask, so I... have no regrets! ”

No regrets echoed in this world, the sound of death suddenly disappeared in the purple ears, the sound of condemnation disappeared on the avenue, the murder lens disappeared in front... the illusion disappeared, the sea of blood appeared.