Chapter 1610 (1/2)
As soon as this cold voice was issued, it brought a kind of inexplicable shock to several people. It seemed to be a kind of voice like crying. It could be clearly combined with that kind of cold and gloomy intonation. After it was transmitted, it would bring people fear and at the same time, it could also make the listener feel a kind of inexplicable sadness.
Xiaohua, for the first time, has a brand-new thinking. ”Maybe the soul at the end of this bloody abyss should also be a loser with an unknown and miserable past.”
At the same time, Xu Yang had already set out from Jingxin lake, but the closer we got to this area, the more bloody the air was.
”Master, you don't know. The demon Saint named as weeping blood is a very strange guy. He is powerful, but he seems to be full of hostility to the demon clan itself.”
Hearing this, Xu Yang nodded gently. ”It's OK. If every soul can survive for hundreds of thousands of years in such a humiliating state, he must have strong resentment in his heart. Otherwise, the so-called Millennium disaster will be meaningless. We'd better speed up our pace and meet them as soon as possible.”
At that time, floret can't wait to uncover the veil of this mysterious strongman, and a bright golden light appears in front of her.
I saw the little flower on the void, stepping on the golden footprints, toward the end of the abyss surrounded by mountains of corpses and blood all over the earth, and with the flower constantly deepening to the depth of the so-called sea of blood, that soul warning was released again and again.
It's just that with this powerful spirit, it seems that it's hard to stop Xiaohua from going forward. After all, Xiaohua needs the most powerful one among the four members of the Xuyang team.
Even now long Kun, who has mastered the power of the whole star, has to spend a lot of effort to defeat Xiaohua in a real sense.
What's more, Xiaohua is the existence of God's realm in the primitive cultivation system of mainland China hundreds of thousands of years ago among the four Xu Yang people.
One hundred thousand years earlier than him, the spiritual realm and soul strength of such a man were not easily defeated by the demon saint who had killed countless demon clans.
Sure enough, with floret approaching his abyss territory, this demon Saint level strong man hiding in the depths of blood and sin finally realized that he was afraid that some big people had come to his territory this time. If he didn't do those hidden things, he would turn into a black light, and instantly break away from the end of his abyss, and re transformed into a complete noumenon.
The figure of this man is very strange. From head to toe, he is made up of a special energy body that is as black as ink. Even his facial features can't be seen carefully, and it's even more unclear which kind of life body of the demon clan evolved from.
In a word, he gives people a mysterious but terrifying feeling. He is carrying a black life body with two meters in height on his back. He can't see the outline of his eyebrows and eyes, and can't judge his mood fluctuation.
Just when his dumb voice opened his mouth again, floret also stopped moving forward.
”Your strength is very strong, and you control the power of light. You should be a mysterious strong man from the ancient era of the main mainland civilization. I don't know that you exist at this level. What's the matter when you enter the Kunlun abyss this time?”
The radian of Xiaohua's mouth proves that she is still in a relatively peaceful state of mind when facing this guy, and she doesn't intend to make a strong move to the other party immediately.