Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

At this moment, countless monks fighting on the Dao Demon battlefield raised their heads to the sky at the same time.

The soul was shocked by that huge and terrifying sky thunder.

I can’t help thinking, if I’m in it, I’m afraid I’ll be smashed into ashes, and my soul will not exist, right?

However, when everyone was shocked, a huge formation quietly revealed its original shape under everyone's feet.

A monk said in surprise: "How can blood come out of the ground?"

"A lot of blood! How could this be?"

The monk standing on Lumen Mountain could clearly see the formation covering a radius of one hundred li.

The pupils of the Momen disciple who have studied the formation method contracted and were horrified: "Blood sacrifice formation! Who put the blood sacrifice formation that absorbs the living soul under our feet——" As we spoke, blood continued to gush from the ground. , Kept rising, forming a sea of ​​blood within a hundred li, the howling of ghosts haunted the country.

A monk who was wounded and fell on the ground before he could raise his sword, was caught by the Li Ghost floating in the blood sea and pulled into the blood waves, where he was nowhere to be seen.

Chen Weiyuan sat in a wheelchair, watching the sea of ​​blood gradually spread across the fields.

Since he saw Demon Lord holding Ye Yunlan out of the formation, and finally fell to the ground, the smile in front of him has not faded anymore.

A disciple from Tianji Pavilion hurried over.

"Pavilion Master, what's going on? Why didn't you calculate that there would be a blood sacrifice formation arranged by the Demon Sect before you notified us this time?"

In fact, the self-blood sacrifice formation revealed its true form, and when it was faintly connected with the previous Primordial Demon Refining Formation, everyone in the Tianji Pavilion who was proficient in the formation had a lot of speculation.

It's just that no one is willing to stand up and question Chen Weiyuan first.

They are afraid of getting answers that shock them.

Chen Weiyuan said, "Didn't you already see it? Why don't you dare to believe it."

The look of the Tianji Pavilion disciple changed suddenly.

"Pavilion Master, the Primordial Demon Refining Array is your own hand, but the Blood Sacrifice Array that appears now is connected with the Primordial Demon Refining Array and provides power. Is this also your handwork?"

And another older Tianji Pavilion elder shook his beard and scolded.

"The formation of blood sacrifice will drag the soul of life into the formation, suffer the pain of refining the soul of the blood sacrifice, and plunder the power of the soul, so that the soul trapped in the formation will never be supernatural. This is an evil formation that heaven cannot tolerate! How about you ? Will do this?"

Chen Weiyuan's expression remained unchanged.

He calmly said: "The great catastrophe of heaven and earth is coming, and I have already counted it as the end of the world. Now I just want this day to come as soon as possible, so that sentient beings are free from displacement. What's wrong?"

The Tianji Pavilion disciples couldn't believe it, but they still asked with a glimmer of hope: "Pavilion Master, what do you say, is this formation really yours?"

The elder next to him turned blue with anger and opened his mouth to scold him.

"Chen Weiyuan, first you took out the astrolabe of the clan and said that you wanted to do important things related to the survival and death of the clan, but you left it, wasting the clan's heritage. I think you are the only one in the clan who has returned Man, did not punish you. Now you say that you want to deploy the Primordial Demon Formation to eliminate the source of the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth. We also believe that we will try our best to cooperate with you. But what have you done now? Huh! Once the blood sacrificial formation is formed and the blood is gathered to break through the boundary membrane, where should you place the creatures in this world? Where! Where will you place our trust?"

Chen Weiyuan said: "The elder joked. The reason why you believe me is only because of the calculation of the pavilion master and the return of my blood. You only hope that I can lead you through the tribulation of heaven and earth, so you were born. From the beginning, all the teachings in the clan made me put the Chen clan first in everything. It’s just that I’m tired now, and I want to find a more relaxed solution. If you believe in me, why? Why not just believe in the end, why? Must come here to question."

"Easier solution? You personally laid a blood sacrifice formation to break through the boundary membrane, could it, could it..." said the elder of the Chen clan, almost out of breath, "How dare you get in touch with the alien demon... "

Chen Weiyuan: "The world is like a furnace, and the red dust is like a prison. You and I are all ants. In fact, if duckweed lives, it is not different whether it is survival or destruction. What is the point of struggling?"

The Chen clan elder pointed at him, "You, you..." A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he was actually fainted with anger.

"Brother Chen, what you just said is true?"

Suddenly a voice came from not far away.

Chen Weiyuan turned his head and smiled: "Qingyue? Just in time, it's better to come and take a look at the scenery with the seniors. After all, if you want to see it in the future, I'm afraid I won't have a chance."

Xu Qingyue has already pulled out the sword.

"Chen Weiyuan, you have disappointed me too much."

Behind him were many monks who came to inquire about something wrong.

Everyone glared at Chen Weiyuan.

The original hatred and anger towards Demon Venerable had been transferred to Chen Weiyuan after learning that he had been used. They stepped forward to tie Chen Weiyuan's five flowers together.

Chen Weiyuan did not escape.

He doesn't even have a leg now, and he can't escape with a stubborn body that is blocked by meridians and is difficult to practice.

Can't escape here?. Can't escape the prison of this world.

Then, let's destroy it together.

In midair.

Distorted shadows formed far away from the catastrophe.

Someone suddenly screamed in shock.

"This, what kind of monster is this-no, don't swallow me!"

The mirage demon felt the power converging on his body from all directions, opened his arms and let out a happy laugh.

The strength grows steadily, already breaking through the mortal world, and climbing towards the realm of trampling. With the help of the power of the sea of ​​blood, as long as he condenses out of the realm of heavenly demon, in the realm of heavenly demon, he can truly reach the realm of trampling. No one in this world can. enemy!

A group of ants.

He glanced contemptuously at the human beings floating in the sea of ​​blood.

Looking at the thunderclouds condensing in the distant horizon, the contempt in his heart became even greater.

What if Ye Yunlan can survive the catastrophe and shed the mortal world?.

Still not its opponent.

At that time, Demon Venerable's body will still belong to him, and since Ye Yunlan is so ignorant of good or bad-he will make the other party cry and kneel before him begging for mercy, or even give him no chance to beg for mercy.

The hideous shadow spreads in the sky, but the body of any monk entangled by the shadow will be penetrated, pulled into the darkness and chewed up, leaving only Bai Sensen's bones scattered.

This scene made the monks terrified.

They want to escape, but the blood sacrificial formation envelops the world. They are like being locked in an urn, they can only crash like a headless fly. Even the Lumen Mountain that covers the Primordial Demon Formation is inevitable, and there are miserable howlings everywhere. Voice.

While fleeing, the monks suddenly discovered that the safest place in the entire world was the mountain range where Ye Yunlan was crossing the catastrophe.

So the crowd rushed toward the place where Ye Yunlan was like moths, but they didn't dare to get too close, for fear of causing thunder to injure themselves.

In order to compete for only a few places to stay, many monks started to fight again.

This time, there is no distinction between righteous and evil, only self-interest.

Boom——!

There was another huge thunder, smashing the noise of the surrounding hustle and bustle.

The terrible sky thunder generally descended towards Ye Yunlan madly.

The white light that flooded the top of the mountain made it impossible to see his appearance.

There was only an increasingly fierce aura, scorching high in the tempering of Heavenly Tribulation. Like a rising sun.

In the Primordial Alchemy Array.

The Demon Phoenix Sword that fell on Ye Xuanguang's hand suddenly shook.

Lei Jie continued to shoot down.

Lei Jie finally stopped after reaching the ninety-nine pole. With countless monks watching, Ye Yunlan slowly walked out of the thunder light.

With his white hair scattered, he was hunting in the wind in a white cloth stained with blood, holding the Shura sword in his hand, and his golden eyes were indifferent, as if a **** descended from the world, high above the world, overlooking the world.

But he was carrying a dark, filthy demon on his back.

However, everyone no longer cared about whether he was carrying a person or a demon.

In the desperate situation, they are just full of hearts? Looking forward to whether Ye Yunlan can solve the monsters in the sea of ​​blood and save them from danger.

The shadow of the mirage demon never appeared far away, and his voice was contemptuous.

"Human, you really made this king wait. Now that the tribulation is over, there is nothing to stop this king from attacking you. If you have self-knowledge, then surrender obediently, this king can still give you a way out. how??"

Ye Yunlan did not answer.

Just raised his eyes.

Sword.

Jianguang is like electricity.

The Mirage Demon didn't expect him to make a sudden move.

The shadow that had not yet formed was suddenly split, and the harsh roar resounded across the fields.

"Humans, but you just broke through, don't be too arrogant!"

I saw a sea of ​​blood turning up the raging waves.

The realm of demons gradually took shape.

Ye Yunlan looked down and suddenly took out his sword again.

The sword energy with the sword intent of death and death swept across the sky and the earth, and hit a spot in the sea of ​​blood. The unformed domain of the demon suddenly collapsed, and a figure suddenly emerged from the sea of ​​blood.

It is a mirage.

The voice of the mirage devil was deep, and the expression on his beautiful face was distorted.

"Once again. How are you? Can you see the flaws in my Celestial Demon Realm?"

I disdain to shed the mortal, but now the mirage demon is vigilant in his heart.

Ye Yunlan is not the same as the monk he imagined.

He couldn't tell where the difference was. But his natural perception of danger made him be on guard.

However, he couldn't allow him to think too much, Ye Yunlan had already made his sword again.

This time, his sword light was different from the previous two swords. It was not bright, but very dim, so dim as if it were going into the middle of the night?. The dying is profound and silent.

But in an instant he was in front of the Mirage Demon King.

The Mirage Demon King's pupils shrank, and he felt the threat of death from a sword. He finally realized something, savagely.

"No, your kendo realm--" The sword light swept across, penetrated the body of the Mirage Demon, and cut off its head.

The black mist surged in the place where the head and the torso were connected, trying to close it, but couldn't close it. Careless.

The Mirage Demon thought.

"Unexpectedly, there is such an alien in this world..." With the realm of swordsmanship, it can touch the realm of Taxu with the mortal body. If such a character grows up, it must be a huge threat to the Tianmo clan.

However, thinking about these is useless now.

Seeing that Ye Yunlan wanted to continue to shoot the sword, the Mirage Demon King was already a little panicked. It quickly drove half of his body to resist Ye Yunlan's attack, and then drove the remaining half of his head to fly quickly out of the blood sacrifice array.

Ye Yunlan's swordsmanship is too weird, and the breath of dying death can actually destroy the rebirth power of the body of the demon.

Most of the body of the heavenly demon is constructed by the demon soul, and if this distraction is lost, his body will also be damaged, and it must be preserved as much as possible.

Ye Yunlan did not cast his gaze on the fleeing head, but slashed his sword towards the half of his body.

One type of "showers".

The body was divided into countless pieces by the sword intent of Nirvana in an instant, and could no longer be closed, and eventually disappeared all vitality and fell into a sea of ​​blood.

And the other escaping head fled toward Luming Mountain, already about ten miles away.

Seeing that Ye Yunlan could not catch up.

The Mirage King breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly heard a cold drink in the void.

"—The sword is coming!"

When the voice fell, there was a loud phoenix sound from Luming Mountain!

A blood-red feather sword broke through the barrier of the Primordial Demon Refining Array and turned into a red flying rainbow, flying like a sharp arrow, piercing the head of the Mirage Demon King.

too fast.

The mirage demon king even had time to react and evade in the future, and his head was nailed to the mountain wall by the Demon Emperor's sword.

As the distraction was about to dissipate, the Mirage Demon still couldn't believe it.

"How could..."

It didn't finish talking.

Another long sword, which was more aggressive, pierced and shattered his head again.

Ye Yunlan held the Shura sword and watched indifferently as the blood dripped down the rock wall.

Around the sea of ​​blood, countless Dao Xiu Moxiu eyes were watching him.

Or awe, or fear, or disbelief.

As if looking at a god.

It's like watching a demon again.

He drew the Shura sword from the rock wall.

And the Demon Emperor Sword flew behind him.

He went to the top of Luoming Mountain.

Chen Weiyuan has been tied to the trunk by the Taoist practitioners, half of his body is off the ground, looking very embarrassed.

Because of the shocking change just now, the Taoist cultivators fled in all directions, and no one was taking care of him.

He looked at Ye Yunlan.

"Yunlan, here you are."

Ye Yunlan raised the Shura sword in his hand.

The sword refers to Chen Weiyuan.

Chen Weiyuan felt that death was approaching, but a smile appeared on his face instead.

"Although you know your realm is very high, but even the distraction of the Heavenly Demon King can't stop you now, it really surprised me. Originally, I had planned to wait for you to die, and let myself and this world be buried with you."

"However, being able to die in your hands is also a relief." He looked at Ye Yunlan's body behind the demon, his smile deepened, "I can't get things, others can't even think about it. Yunlan, after all, I will win this game of chess. NS."

Ye Yunlan: "You didn't win."

Chen Weiyuan said: "Yunlan, even if you kill me at this moment, everything is irreversible. The Demon Lord is dead, and the blood sacrificial formation has been activated, the world membrane is impacted, and the catastrophe of heaven and earth will surely advance. Tianyuan will soon be there. Open it. Even if you can kill the Mirage Demon King with the help of the Sword Realm, how about? Can you fight against its body? You and I will all die in the end. There is no need to prioritize it."

Ye Yunlan: "Chen Weiyuan, has anyone ever said that you are very confident?"

Chen Weiyuan said: "If you can predict things beforehand, self-confidence is not a bad thing."

Ye Yunlan: "I never said I would kill you myself."

Chen Weiyuan smiled, "You don't kill me? That would be better, Yunlan, it seems that you still take into account the relationship between husband and wife we ​​had, we have some time, we can travel together together, see before the end of this world Scenery."

Ye Yunlan interrupted indifferently: "I just think that I will kill you personally and will dirty his sword."

Chen Weiyuan's expression was slightly distorted, and he quickly recovered, and said, "A dead person, whether his sword is dirty or not, how is he? Clear? Yun Lan, you have taken a picture."

Ye Yunlan didn't want to argue these specious truths with him.

He feels dirty, that is dirty.

Every inch of Chen Weiyuan's body made him feel dirty and twisted. Even compared to Demon Lord, the person in front of him is more like a demon that destroys all living beings.

He said: "This sea of ​​blood is opened by you, and it should be ended by you."

Chen Weiyuan suddenly narrowed his face and smiled.

"What do you want to do?"

Ye Yunlan: "Send you to accompany them."

The "them" in his words refers to the countless souls in the sea of ​​blood.

The sword light passed, and Chen Weiyuan's body fell to the ground.

Without his legs, he couldn't run away even if he wasn't bound by the rope.

The golden light in Ye Yunlan’s eyes flowed, and when his thoughts moved, the Demon Emperor Sword flew out from behind him, passed through Chen Weiyuan’s back clothing, suspended him on the sword, flew into the sea of ​​blood, and stopped at Above the sea of ​​blood.

It was like sending a piece of fat tender meat to the ghost's mouth.

Chen Weiyuan's face was blue and white.

The evil spirits close at hand kept reaching out to him, up and down, left and right, there was nowhere to escape.

Countless monks who had escaped were all watching him in the distance, as if they were watching a monkey in the theater. Including the Tianji Pavilion disciples who had admired and followed him. No one came to rescue him.

The dignified Tianji Pavilion Master, when did it come to such a time of embarrassment.

He thought about being killed by Ye Yunlan. Or die in the hands of the demon king. Doesn't this matter? This world is going to perish after all, and his life is considered to be a heavenly opportunity, and he can have a happy way of death, which is also considered calm.

Just like in his previous life, before he committed himself to the astrolabe, he still left a letter to tell Ye Yunlan that he had won.

The clothes behind him couldn't bear his weight, and suddenly there was a cracking sound.

He fell into a sea of ​​blood.

"No--" Power radiated from his soul.

The power of the blood that condenses the souls prevents the erosion of the ghosts.

Ye Yunlan's voice faintly sounded in his ears.

"I will use your soul to suppress the formation of blood sacrifice. You will be the bridge between the ghost and the world, and you will be trampled by thousands of people every day, and you will be torn by the ghost until the blood sea resentment is eliminated by the world. "

The boundless golden light suddenly erupted from the body of the Demon Emperor's sword, radiating hot and sacred power, as if it had come from far away. The dark clouds in the sky were washed away by the golden light, and the sea of ​​blood within a hundred miles of the sky slowly returned to the ground under the suppression of the golden light.

Chen Weiyuan's body floated on the sea of ​​blood, trying his best to resist, but was still burned and melted by the golden light far beyond the power of his blood into a thin layer of clear light, covering the entire sea of ​​blood, Chen Weiyuan's mind and spirit struggled endlessly. , But after all, it was difficult to resist this terrible power, and the power of the soul and blood was completely dissolved and recast.

In the end, both the sea of ​​blood and the clear light penetrated the ground.

The sky is bright.

Ye Yunlan landed in the air and stepped on the land that had been restored to its original state. The spirits of people underground are still wailing.

It's just in vain.

"Chen Weiyuan, I want you to be here? How do you look at yourself? All the games are lost." He said indifferently.

The sea of ​​blood had disappeared, and countless monks in hiding came out of the hiding place.

They all landed not far from Ye Yunlan, but hesitated to move forward.

Ye Yunlan didn't look at them.

Turn around with only the sword.

Carrying the person behind him, he walked towards the magic palace step by step.

The wind blew his cheeks with white hair.

Someone behind him called his title, first, and then joined together.

The noise and enthusiasm is like a rushing tide, as if to leave him in the world.

He did not look back.