Fix your sister's fairy

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts from flesh and blood, bone marrow, and soul.

But what about this? Is it painful to be powerless over the mountains, painful to bow down to the immortals and Buddhas, painful to look at which transparent tears fall from the sky and shatter into petals?

Mo Yi suddenly understood the Blood Demon Venerable, the wicked man who left a strong bloody mark in the historical classics, he must also be why he would cut off all the fetters at all costs to stand against the hostility of the whole world, right? There is always such a person, often a woman, who will make him willing to be disqualified in the world, willing to give up everything to chase and hold her power.

The pool of blood was boiling, and he responded to the pain of each undead blood corpse, loading it on Mo Yi's body, but Mo Yi, who was supposed to collapse, was strangely able to bear all this, just because there was another existence in his spirit platform to accompany him in the face of these pain and despair.

Is it worth it? The voice in his heart asked him repeatedly.

It's all over now, what's not worth it?

People always have to live for, it can be for money, for power, Mo Yi is no exception, his life is also valuable, the so-called value is to work hard for the goal in his heart, his goal.... Very simple.

The Blood Shadow Demon is fully loaded.

The undead screamed but were not in pain, the existence of the blood pool was only accidental000, trapping countless resentful undead in this place, tens of millions of years of savings and pain condensed into this pool of blood, maybe it was a coincidence, or it may be a deliberate arrangement, Mo also met this pool of blood, he went in, and endured the pain that would continue indefinitely.

The undead surrounded Mo Yi, and did not take the initiative to attack Mo Yi, but stared at him silently, taking the initiative to pounce on Mo Yi to send out thousands of years of pain and monstrous blood and resentment.

So they were relieved, turned into a grain of dust and fell, which should have been the final destination of the undead, with Mo Yi as the center, the blood pool gradually dried up, and the nascent soul sand spread out, and the blood and qi condensed like a whirlpool on the top of Mo Yi's head and slowly irrigated down until it disappeared.

The entire pool of blood dried up, Mo Yi stood in the center, his eyes closed gently, his whole body was blood-red, and his long hair was also blood-colored, like the last appearance of Bishan, and also like the legendary Blood Demon Venerable.

Feeling the disappearance of blood qi, Gongsun Ruoji and Zhao Mad came to the edge of the pit on guard, and saw the appearance in the center of the blood pool, what they were shocked at first was not Mo Yi's appearance, but the vast and deep aura like the universe, if it weren't for the naked eye to observe Mo Yi, they would even think that there was a human-shaped overpressure aura vortex.

In the sea of qi, Mo Yi quietly observed the five nascent cyclones, each of which was as huge as a whirlpool, separated from each other and constantly rotating, enough to achieve bloodless qi but could only help him condense five cyclones, which could only be regarded as a breakthrough in the phaseless period.

"That's it. Mo Yi said softly, he opened his eyes, and his head quickly turned black from the ends, but the bloody clothes on his body could not be washed off, and the cloth was dyed from the tiniest particles to the color of blood.

The bloody sword at the edge of the pit roared and stabbed at Mo Yi, but Mo Yi waved his hand and held it in his hand, he raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you doing?

"I want to be my master with your vast little cultivation is still 10,000 early," the blood sword muttered: "It's just to see if you have been devoured by that blood qi, but it's strange to say, how did you bear so many undead and negative emotions?"

"If you don't even have this awareness, how can you protect it?" Mo Yi said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Your eyes. On the top of the deep pit, Gongsun Ruoji looked directly at Mo Yi and said lightly, Mo Yi, who heard the words, subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, and he casually summoned a water mirror to look at it.

The originally black pupils unconsciously changed to the color of blood (BJFD), and there was a strange feeling between the lowered eyes.

"Small impact, just ignore it. Mo Yi waved his hand and dispersed the water mirror and said.

Zhao Yan hugged his hands and looked at Mo Yi with a somewhat complicated expression, but he still didn't know what to say for a long time, so he could only turn his head and snort coldly.

"Since it's all right, let's get on the road. Mo Yi casually held a sword flower in his hand, showed a smile, and walked towards Gongsun Ruoji and the two of them on the deep pit.

Gongsun Ruoji stared at Mo Yi for a moment, then lost interest and turned away, Mo Yisan jumped out of the pit and followed Gongsun Ruoji in two steps, and Zhao Mad on the side followed with a expressionless face.

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It's a boring journey again, and meeting the blood pool is just a small episode, and Mo Yi took this opportunity to cultivate to leap a short distance is completely bold and lucky, the blood pool is counted as a kind of aggression that doesn't have any active aggression at all, and the rest of the weirdness is not as simple as that.

Traveling a few kilometers to the front, Mo Yi and his party met ten thousand ghosts walking at night, countless dead souls on the soul sand straight towards the west, the overall scene was depressing and terrifying, even the blood sword could not be avoided, Mo Yi and the three of them observed the ten thousand ghost team from three kilometers away, each ghost was gray and white, the clothes on their bodies were very different, and their expressions were numb and lifeless when they looked at the west.

The yin qi condensed by the entire Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Walk even froze the soul sand within ten kilometers, and Mo Yi and the three of them had to choose a detour and choose another direction to move forward.

Not long after, Mo Yi and the others met a woman in white on the vast soul sand, she sat on the ground crying in the distance, she couldn't see her face, she could only feel the black hair like a waterfall, crying, I saw pity, and suddenly from the deepest part of my heart there was a wave of love and pity that was already heartbroken, Gongsun Ruoji and Zhao Mad couldn't help but go to comfort the woman.

At the last moment, it was Mo Yi who pulled out the bloody sword and crossed it in front of the two, drinking through the stubborn illusion, Gongsun Ruoji and Zhao Mad reacted to the illusion, they palpitated and were extremely afraid at the same time, sweat flowed for a lifetime, just crying can make people fall into the illusion unconsciously, if it weren't for Mo Yi, the two of them might have been....

Choosing to bypass the crying woman in white, Gongsun Ruoji and the others were horrified to find that no matter what angle they looked at, they could only see the back of the woman in white, and they could never go around the front of the woman, if they were really confused, maybe they might really be able to see the face of the woman in white.

However, that is probably the last picture they can see in their lives. _

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