forbidden place

() The blood runes flowed on the monstrous sea of ​​blood. They didn't stay in place all the time, but flew towards the south rapidly, like an endless blood-colored river, one wave after another, rushing to the sky.

When Chang He disappeared without a trace, Han Hui stood up, his body came out of the Tongtian Tower, and his consciousness glanced around.

There is no one in a million miles, and there is blood everywhere. The former river has become a river of blood, and the former lake has become a lake of blood.

Even the high mountains have become high mountains of blood, with viscous red liquid flowing from the crevices of the stones, and the fantasy kingdom expands instantly, Han Hui takes a single step and is 3000 million miles away.

Such a hurry has never been seen before.

Unless the guy who is called "God", no saint's kingdom can exceed millions of miles, let alone tens of millions of miles.

He wants to rush to the South China Sea to see if Wuji Island still exists. Because of his scruples about "God", Han Hui dare not use the eternal cauldron to crack the atonement altar.

Now the eleven bone hell masters in the fantasy kingdom are loyal to him on the surface, but they are still loyal to "God" in the world. This makes Han Hui feel uneasy. Who knows when that guy will suddenly attack?

In addition to wanting to crack the mystery of the Atonement Altar, Han Hui also wants to crack the mystery of the Great Purification Pool. These things require him to take a step further, or even several steps, on the way of prohibition.

At least he now knows that things about Buddhism are very helpful to him. Apart from "God", the person who knows Buddhism the most should be Emperor Jigen.

Although Han Hui had captured the prince, he just let him out again. He didn't believe that Emperor Ji Yuan would dare to turn against him now.

When a person has a certain strength, he has the capital to negotiate. Now Hanhui definitely has the capital, and he is the most capitalized person in the world.

Xingxiuhai is so mysterious, and he is also surrounded by Bone Hell, but he is the only one who walks around the world, constantly killing the masters of hell.

Let go of the country, march with all your strength, the speed is much faster than the teleportation array, and there is no living person on the way, and all the cities have become blood hells.

All kinds of buildings were returned, all human civilization was destroyed, and the blood transpired into the sky, turning into a red cloud, completely isolating the vitality in the sky.

When hell was first born, hell masters were afraid of the vitality on the earth, but now everything has changed, and human beings are afraid of being exposed in the air.

Because of the package of the dreamland, Han Hui didn't feel the slightest, walking tens of thousands of miles in one step.

Along the way, many experts from Blood Hell wanted to rise into the sky to deal with Han Hui, but when they appeared, Han Hui was tens of millions of miles away.

In this way, Han Hui reached the South China Sea all the way, and Wuji Island had long since disappeared. When Han Hui appeared above Wuji Island, a bloody vortex appeared at the location of the fishing and island, and several red figures soared into the sky , flashed in the sky, and reached the sea hundreds of thousands away.

Then, the surface of the sea changed, several figures disappeared, and another flickered, and they were hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Just like the blood on the sea surface formed a teleportation array, these people were teleported non-stop, and within a few breaths, they arrived at the opposite side of Han Hui.

"Unexpectedly, there is still a saint in the South China Sea. The blood of the saint is a great nourishment for our souls. Since our birth, we have devoured the arm of a saint. It's just a fairy, at that time, my Blood Hell hadn't been fully born, and now the entire sky and endless oceans are covered with blood, boy, obediently offer your blood soul!" One of the blood masters yelled at Han Hui.

Han Hui glanced at them coldly. The masters of Blood Hell are indeed much weaker than the masters of Bone Hell in terms of strength.

"Things who don't know how to live or die, don't think that you are immortal. In front of me, your end is only death. Let me ask you now, where is Emperor Jiyuan?" Han Hui said.

"Hahaha, what an arrogant boy, it turns out that you came to join Jiyuan boy, who was beheaded long ago, and his soul was swallowed up by us!" A blood hell master shouted.

"Just now you said that you just devoured the arm of a saint. It seems that you don't cherish the opportunity I gave you. Now, you have lost the opportunity to answer my question!" Han Hui's face turned cold, and he stretched out his hand suddenly Grab it with a few red figures.

These figures are all powerful in the Blood Hell. Although they can't match the existence of the Nine Thunder Tribulations, the Sanxian who trapped the Nine Thunder Tribulations can still do it.

Because they are immortal, after being blown up, they can re-condense. Even if their bodies are trapped by magic weapons, their souls can escape, and with the help of endless blood, they can re-condense into shape.

In the past, they still needed to seize the body, but now they don't need to seize the body at all. With a single thought, they can condense into a new shape.

"Boy is arrogant!"

"Boy looking for death!"

The hell masters were irritated by Han Hui's understatement, they soared into the air one by one, with endless blood shining, and wrapped up towards Han Hui.

Han Hui's palm shook slightly, and the snow light shattered. Before these hell masters could understand, he wrapped them up and grabbed them into the fantasy kingdom.

The big purification pool vibrated violently and became a black hole, swallowing all these guys in. The souls of these people began to roar. Han Hui stood quietly on the surface of the sea and closed his eyes gently. A storm.

This is the unique technique he created --- great mind art!

It imitated the name of the "God" large-scale reproduction technique, and he felt that this kind of name was very grand.

The spiritual storm swept across the atonement altar, seeing everything in the depths of the altar, after these hell masters entered the black hole formed by the pitch-black inkstone, the blood energy in their bodies was continuously decomposed into essence, turning them into pure ones. Elixir.

However, the strong souls of the Blood Hell are powerful, and they are all struggling and roaring. At this moment, a dark figure jumps over. This black shadow is pure black, and its figure also appears to be taller than the blood-robed ancestor.

As soon as this pitch-black figure appeared, his pitch-black five fingers, like sharp iron hooks, grabbed a roaring hell master.

"Boom"

With a loud noise, the blood shattered, and the man's soul was seized at once, and the massive amount of blood was instantly purified and turned into pills.

The pitch-black figure kept jumping, and after a few ups and downs, all the remaining people were caught to death. The boundless sea of ​​blood turned into a mountain of pills.

Han Hui gasped, the thing formed in the pitch-black inkstone was so vigorous, it was invincible in the space of the inkstone.

Moreover, after the elixir appeared, a large amount of black air flow formed and poured into the black shadow, and the black shadow's body suddenly became a bit taller.

"Could this be his backhand? Could it be that this big purification pool has something else to do?" Suspicion flashed in Han Hui's eyes.

As the pitch-black inkstone continues to devour, this black shadow will definitely become stronger and stronger. What will be the result when it becomes stronger?Will he control the inkstone?Will it come out of the inkstone?

There was no black shadow formed here before, even if it formed once after absorbing countless black water from Huangquan, it was killed by Hanhui Mie.

It's different now, this black shadow is obviously more powerful, and it's not something that Han Hui's consciousness can kill.

It is impossible to kill the black shadow even with the psychic storm of the great spiritual power. Han Hui wondered if one day, the person who is called God will be reborn through the black shadow.

He is too scruples about "God", although "God" is just what the man called himself, he is not the real God, but in Han Hui's view, in this starry sky, this guy is not much different from the real God up.

Any avatar can reach the peak of shattering, some can shatter the void, and the weak ones, like the national teacher, are swallowed by the elixir.

At the beginning, the national teacher regarded the saint as an ant. Who knows what the guy who hid in the atonement altar is planning?

Han Hui withdrew his mind storm and fell into deep thought.

The sea is windy, and waves of blood are surging!