Naruto Peak Human

With the passage of time, the sea of ​​​​blood was burnt with pits and pits, and the sea surface where the flames splashed solidified and could not be healed, which was very strange.

"How could this be? Does he really have the means to evaporate the sea of ​​blood?"

The more he fights, the more frightened Ming He is, this method is going to go against the sky.

What is the sea of ​​blood?

It is the gathering place of the filth and filth in the world, and the blood-red liquid and body are not ordinary sea water.

But at this moment, it was burned by Zhu Rong's flame, which was shocking. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it.

"I, Zhu Rong, was reborn and refined by the teacher. With the power of the sun, the world is dirty and dirty, and all of them must retreat." Zhu Rong roared, shaking the world.

The next moment, the flames on his body skyrocketed, burning ragingly, evaporating the sea of ​​blood under his feet for several kilometers.

Wherever Zhu Rong passed, the sea of ​​​​blood retreated and did not dare to fight, leaving a large dry place beside him.

"It's too deceiving, do you really want to dry the sea of ​​blood of Lao Tzu?" Ming He shouted, holding the hands of the innate spiritual treasure, which was gradually melted by the flames, terrifying to the extreme.

You know, his biggest trump card is the Nine Serenity Blood Sea.

As long as the sea of ​​blood does not dry up, no matter how badly he is injured and how many times he is killed, he can be reborn from the sea of ​​blood.

But now, all common sense has been subverted.

At this moment, even the hands holding Yuantu Abi were almost abolished, and he almost let go.

"Gaga, you are stubborn, I Zhurong will be steamed into the sea today."

Having gained the upper hand, Zhu Rong laughed, and his heart was very happy.

In fact, even he did not expect that the power of true martial arts is so defiant that it can make all fires fuse and become a mutated flame.

Not to mention the sea of ​​blood, Zhu Rong is confident that even the sky can be burned for you to see.

hum!

Zhu Rong's body was shocked, and the twelve dark flags 323 he was carrying flew out from behind, scattered and stood, becoming a chaotic space.

"Twelve Capitals Heavenly Primordial Formation, I will use this formation to block you for ten thousand years. If you are not convinced, you can try to attack."

Zhu Rong is extremely arrogant, and his heart has never been at ease.

Once upon a time, even as Ancestral Witch, he was not as majestic as he is today, and he was able to fight Ming He with no power to fight back.

"what……"

With the formation of the Hunyuan Great Array of the Twelve Capitals, the raging flames drowned the Ming River, and the severe pain made him scream.

Rao is supplemented by the source of the sea of ​​blood, and he can't bear this kind of pain, it is the flame that penetrates into the soul.

"Zhu Rong stop, there is something to say, the soul of the human race, I don't want it."

Seeing the serious loss of the source, Ming He's body shattered and turned into blood in the sky, freed from the burning of the flame, and condensed a figure far away.

He felt aggrieved in his heart, not because of his lack of strength, but because of mutual growth and mutual restraint, which made him unable to use all his methods.

"Haha, I should have said it earlier, why do I have to go through this?"

Zhu Rong grinned, the smile was very flat, and the tone was full of arrogance.

Chapter forty-ninth Western arrivals

Rumble!

The Twelve Capital Heavenly Primordial Formation, sitting at the entrance of the Nine Nether Sea of ​​Blood, completely sealed off this filthy and filthy place in the world.

"Alas, until you are sanctified, you still cannot be immortal and eternal!"

Ming He just looked at it like this, but there was nothing he could do, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart, very sad.

If it weren't for the strength gap, it was really restrained.

Who would have thought that Li Zhenwu of Wudang Mountain had reached such a level, and he was definitely an invincible existence under the saints.

Back then, Ming He knew that his bloody way was of no use to Li Zhenwu.

As soon as it reaches the sun, all filth and filth are avoided, and there is no contamination at all. There is no solution.

Unless there is a demon clan method, it may be possible to fight, but the Dao of Ming He is still in the sea of ​​​​blood after all.

"Don't be sad, the ancestors, in the eyes of the Shura people, the ancestors are the real gods."

Among the Shura clan, the woman was extremely coquettish, and she comforted her softly at this moment.

When the other two saw this, they were also very sensible, and they immediately offered words of consolation, so that Ming He could regain his strength.

You must know that the future of the Shura clan is entirely concerned with Ming He. If he goes into depression, I am afraid that this new race will not last long.

"Forget it, the opportunity to become sanctified is still illusory after all. If there is Hongmeng Purple Qi, it may be the real way."

After regaining his sanity, Ming He's heart was clear and he had completely figured it out.

Although the Asura tribe was created, the azure light added to the void, so that his cultivation base skyrocketed, reaching the peak of the quasi-sage.

However, in the same way, the cultivation base has skyrocketed, and other than that, it is useless.

You must know that if you want to be sanctified, you can only realize the way of heaven, that is the real detachment.