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Chapter 907 There is a kind of despair

From time to time, huge bones floated and rolled in the sea of ​​blood, and then gradually sank and disappeared. In the sky of this sea of ​​blood, black mist floated, exuding a strong dead aura. In this black mist of dead aura, figures can be seen from time to time, accompanied by sharp screams.

"Millions of gods and demons roar, and billions of ghosts cry! The heaven has the virtue of living, and forges this sea of ​​blood to help you enter the cycle of reincarnation."

The vicissitudes of life sounded in this world of blood. The sound was filled with supreme majesty, which made people feel involuntarily about to worship.

"Boom boom boom..."

At this time, everyone's attacks fell into the world of blood sea, causing Zhi to shake violently. However, if they could attack, the world was still trembling, without a trace of breaking.

"No need to waste your energy. This blood-colored world should be the life-saving magical power of the sky. Its level exceeds the beginning of the sky, so even if we attack for three days and three nights in a row, it may be in vain."

The ruthless eyes of the Saint Guixu finally roared, and his brows frowned from time to time, and he said softly.

"This clone of the sky was really seriously injured, otherwise it would have the strength to surpass Tianzhichu, and there would be no need to deal with us." The woman in blue whispered and looked at the purgatory-like world.

The blood waves were surging, and the sound waves were rolling, the blood-colored and enchanting, and the vast power of destruction was like the waves of anger. The white bones floated and blew a loud sound, turning into a giant spear like a mountain, roaring and roaring, emitting a desire for blood.

The black fog rolled, and the dead aura swayed. Blurred human faces appeared rapidly, and the shadows of ferocious beasts passed by from time to time. The dead aura of the black fog was like a world of death, or these dead auras opened the door to hell.

The shrill screams were breathtaking, and the terrifying howl was like the sound of the destruction of the world. At this moment, everyone was shocked to find that their bodies were controlled and were flying into the hell-like world involuntarily.

At the same time, a more vicissitudes of voice appeared in this terrifying underworld: "Everyone needs to survive countless disasters, but he has an obsession in his heart..."

For example, the sound of the gods in the last days resounded through the world, roaring in the hearts of the people, shaking their minds, as if declaring to them: death is coming soon...

"The lotus in the prosperous era shines on the stars and the wind in the world is exaggerated. The waves rise and the mountains and rivers are grief, and the clouds and mists in the end rise. All living beings need to overcome countless disasters, but they have an obsession in their hearts. The desires and hatred in their hearts are gone, and they can see the sky through the clouds and mists..."

The vast sound of divine sounds is like gods and demons singing together, and the gods chanting scriptures. With the ethereal mystery and the vicissitudes of time, it seems to come from the distant ancient times. A sound of divine sounds has been sung for the ages and has not disappeared yet.

The bloody sea of ​​anger was surging, and the stormy waves swear to be higher than the sky. One heavier and one heavier towards the dark sky, making a rumbling sound, and the stormy blood flowers bloomed in front of everyone, bloody and enchanting.

A spear with a bone spear is like a mountain high, and the evil aura of the spear is swallowed and spits into the sky. A murderous aura of the storm rushed into the void, buzzing and vibrating like the sound of the doomsday, and the calm ripples are like water waves, beautiful and intimidating.

At the same time, the blood-colored world changed again, and the dark sky above disappeared, as if it was assimilated and swallowed by the blood red around it. A blood-colored sky appeared above the blood-colored world, making this place truly a blood-colored world.

"Ao..."

Instantly, countless blood-colored ferocious beasts appeared in the sky of the two sides. They all had ferocious faces, no trace of mind in their eyes, all of which were blood-colored madness. Among them were blood-colored goshawks, blue dragons, and ordinary forms that looked just like a sheep...

Countless blood-colored figures, either powerful or weak, were all emitting a sky-high evil aura, locking in several figures in the field.

"Ao..."

Tens of beasts roared in the sky, and the blood-colored sky trembled. One after another, huge shock waves came from the blood-colored sky in both sides, directly covering everyone present. The sound wave was extremely strange and seemed to have no momentum, but the various protections of the people were so pale and powerless in front of it, and they were torn to pieces.

"puff!"

Ye Feng's divine picture was broken directly, and he spewed out a mouthful of blood to the sky, his face pale.

On the other side, the magic map condensed by the mountain bear, peacock, crocodile, white tiger, and demon dragon was not the power of this sound wave attack. It was instantly disintegrated, all spewed out blood, and were injured.

Ye Biao's demon shadow dissipated directly. Although he was not injured, his body trembled and his face turned a little pale. Only Saint Guixu and the woman in blue looked calm and their faces did not change at all.

But the purple world of the woman in blue dissipated directly, turning into fragments, and then turned into purple light spots to protect Fei'er, leaving the latter unharmed.

The Tongtian blue lotus of Saint Guixu also contracted sharply, and finally shrank to two feet long and was grabbed by her hands. Even the chaos energy was gone, and the color was a little dim.

"The roar of despair! This is a blood-colored purgatory formed by creatures killed by the sky for countless years. If we cannot break this world, our final outcome will only be part of them." The eyes of the Saint Guixu's eyes flashed, "But the sky is seriously injured. This blood-colored world will not last long. As long as we persist, we cannot refine it... then the sky can be easily killed."

"How many heroes have been in ancient times, and their blood has stained the country! Why are all the conquering heaven always so unwilling to the end, leaving behind an immortal obsession... I'm afraid it's related to this blood-colored purgatory. Here, it is an alternative battle, a battle with ancestors and even ancestors."

The woman in blue looked up at the sky without the shadow of the ferocious beast, and her eyes instantly became extremely deep.

"roar......"

As the woman in blue looked at it, the sky suddenly trembled, and then figures roared and emerged, emitting a monstrous murderous aura, as if every figure was coming out of the sea of ​​swords and mountains of fire.

"roar......"

Countless blood-red figures appeared in the last sky, with expressions and blood-colored eyes replaced by tyranny. When looking at the figures of everyone, the red light in their eyes kept flashing, making them even more violent.

After the roar, the entire sky, the entire sea of ​​blood and the countless bone spears stopped. The entire blood-colored world was calm, and the silence of death made people feel terrified. At the same time, an inexplicable aura of sadness echoed in everyone's hearts.

The breath of despair! Yes, it is despair. Suddenly, there is no longer a trace of hope in my heart. This blood-colored world is a desperate purgatory. How to fight and how to fight?

Just the roar of countless blood-colored beasts, the powerful offensive was disintegrated. This power almost completely wiped out the fighting spirit in their hearts.
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