Fix your sister's fairy

"Is the time up?" a voice asked.

The sky was the color of blood, the air was faintly filled with blood mist, and the dirt was soaked in scarlet flesh and bones. This is not a land on earth, blood is rain and dew, white bones are nourishment, and all the biggest and most evil atmospheres and elements fill the whole world.

"It's here. The trembling voice replied, not because of fear but because the voice was what it was, and terror was not something that humans could make.

"Woo ............"

There was silence for a long time, and a cyan seed arced through the air and fell to the ground, with a crisp sound.

This is a blood-colored hall, the floor is reflective red crystals, and the cyan seeds reflect a different red color from their own color on the floor, which looks particularly dull and weird.

"Take it and let's get started. The voice said, "Yes." "

With a simple answer, the cyan seed was picked up, and the sound of leaving footsteps rang out.

"Hopefully, don't let me down this time. "

In the hall, the shadow-obscured figure on the throne raised the corners of his mouth into an indescribable smile.

Outside the main hall, a three-eyed crow landed on a tree made of white bones on the Crimson Plains

On the dead tree, the crow stood on the branch and swung its head, and it trembled slightly and swallowed the bloody eyeball between its sharp beak.

Blood burst out, a few drops of crimson blood fell onto a white bone claw that broke out of the ground, the bone claw seemed to be a human bone, and it reached out to the sky as if it was frantically struggling to pray for something before dying......

There was a piercing whistling sound from the crows, and black feathers fluttered down from the bone tree, covering countless flesh corpses.

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The abyss of the ten thousand worlds is a very ancient place, the history of his existence cannot be counted in years, only know that it existed at the beginning of the birth of the three thousand worlds, or even earlier, some people say that he was born when Pangu was able to split the chaos of the world with the chaos ingots to open the heavens and axes, and some people say that it is a remnant chaos that has not been split, and it is separated between the three thousand worlds.

There are many theories that are constantly changing, but the first thing that people think about when it comes to the abyss of all worlds is chance, and then there are endless dangers. But most people will probably not have the courage to set foot in that dangerous place for the rest of their lives.

And Nuan Dong is one of the thousands of monks who have the courage and faith to be born after death, she was born from a sect of immortal cultivation called the Water Qilin Sect, and her parents are two elders in the sect.

This birth should have stood on the excellent of countless others, but the world was hot and cold, the water qilin was destroyed by the newly rising sect due to the lack of heritage, and Nuan Dong's parents were brutally killed by the enemy sect and hung their heads in front of the sect's mountain gate to dry in order to strengthen the momentum.

She had to nest in the haystack in the cold and snowy winter day and stared at the two hanging heads, the skulls were dripping with blood, and her parents stared at her with dead eyes, not knowing whether to bless or reluctantly.

After three days of hiding, Nuan Dong no longer remembered how she left the sect with a haystack, and she had to hold the blood revenge of killing her father and mother to destroy the sect, and left her hometown to wander alone in the world of cultivating immortals, and the meaning of her life was only revenge, revenge and revenge.

Originally, a small cultivator with an ordinary spiritual root and low qualifications was almost impossible to confront an entire sect, but the abyss of ten thousand worlds that happened to be opened seemed to be the best opportunity for her to rise.

"What do you think?"

Nuan Dong was suddenly pulled back to reality by the voice of inquiry beside her, and she frowned slightly and glanced around. The surrounding area of the flying boat was wrapped in a pale green spiritual power protection array, and the black turbulence outside the protective array was constantly raging, and everything it saw was dark.

This is a small group of monks from the south and the north of the world, and in this black hole, the flying boat has almost a hundred times more mobility and selectivity than those monks who jump into the black hole.

The black hole is the hub connecting the Immortal Cultivation Realm and the Abyss of Ten Thousand Worlds, but there is still a huge crack between the two worlds, and if you want to pass through the crack smoothly and quickly, you need this kind of priceless flying boat.

Usually some well-established sects will spend a lot of money to buy flying boats, formation diagrams and other treasures to go deep into the black hole, while those scattered cultivators and small forces can only use their physical bodies to jump into the black hole to try their luck, usually the flying boat can increase the depth of the abyss of all worlds, or the treasures are more dense and abundant.

As soon as the luck of the bad point reaches the abyss of the Ten Thousand Worlds, it will be teleported to thousands of miles or magma lava, and even will be directly torn to pieces by the spatial turbulence and die without a place to be buried.

Nuan Dong wanted revenge, so he boarded the flying boat of this team and became a member of it with his good cultivation that he had cultivated because of decades of crazy penance after the destruction of the gate.

Nothing. Nuan Dong turned his head to look at the figure with a distorted face mask beside him, and replied coldly.

"Seeing that you have been worried, it can't be that you are afraid. The masked man looked very relaxed, leaning back leisurely against the side of the boat, as if he was not afraid of falling off the boat and falling into the turbulence.

"You don't need to care, do your own thing. Nuan Dong frowned and said.

"Ahh "

"I'm not interested in communicating with someone wearing a disgusting mask, please get out of here, or the consequences are not acceptable to you. Nuan Dong stared at the chaotic spatial turbulence outside the flying boat expressionlessly, she didn't have much mind to take care of other things, and now the only thing that could make her heart was to become stronger and then take revenge.

"Alas, what a coldness. The masked figure sighed, turned around, hugged the back of his head, and left in three steps.

If there are no clowns in this world, Mo Yi actually really wants to question the aesthetic level of Warm Winter, this mask was painted by him who stayed up all night, which perfectly restored the demeanor of the ugly man, and when it comes to Warm Winter, it will become a disgusting mask.

"Uncle Ben said that your painting is terrible, and you still don't believe it. "

"Blood Sword, you shut up......" Mo Yi knocked on the two swords wrapped in white cloth on his back without a trace, and the god whispered to the Blood Sword. _

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