Return of the Demon God

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, the world is impermanent, and the tide ebbs and flows.In a blink of an eye, it has experienced the baptism of dozens of years.Time is a wonderful thing, people can't think about it, sometimes it is as long as the Milky Way, and sometimes it is as short as a palmprint in the palm of your hand.Nothing can escape the scouring of the torrent of time, even if it is eternal like a goblin.

The so-called "fairyland" of Huahai Zhisen is no longer what it looks like to outsiders.

The so-called "authorities are also fans." I and they just live in our own small worlds, and it is inevitable that we will have doubts or wrong judgments about each other's unique way of life.They regard the forest of Huahai as a "fairyland", because the appearance of the forest of Huahai is really easy to imagine.It's like I don't understand why human beings outside are so afraid of being alone, because they like to live in groups.

In this so-called "Wonderland" now, bloody battles are happening silently from time to time.Did it add a bit of irony to the word "Wonderland" given by the outside races?

The forest of flowers and seas is covered with rain and fog all year round, making it difficult to distinguish between day and night.But now it is June and July, which is the season when manjusawa are in full bloom.The blood-colored petals are in full swing, reflecting the entire forest of the sea of ​​flowers like a sea of ​​blood. The blood permeates the air, and then merges with the entire sea of ​​blood without leaving any traces.From this point of view, this place is indeed a good place for killing.

Looking at the slaughter in front of him lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised an arc that I thought was just right.Perhaps it would be more appropriate when the Forest of Flower Sea should be renamed the Blood Mist Forest.

In the bloody mist in front of him was a Shura-like man, his fiery red long hair was particularly conspicuous, like a manjusawa full of bloody smell.It seemed that the man in the dream almost dazzled my eyes.The man's fiery red hair flutters and his eyes are cold, making the viewer feel as if he is in an ice cellar.He seems to be a man of aloof nature.I have never seen such a beautiful man, and in such a bloody and suffocating place, his beauty shocked me even more.

A powerful and extremely deterrent murderous aura spread from this man, and the purple clothes fluttered like butterflies dancing in the blood mist.The long sword in his hand turned crimson red due to the strong energy input, and he knew that this sword was not extraordinary.Every swing of the sword carries the majesty of destroying the world, cutting open the weak body, allowing the blood of the weak to pervade this sea of ​​flowers, becoming a part of this sea of ​​blood, and becoming the fat nourishment of the flowers on the other side.

Frowning slightly, looking at the man's exquisite facial features, he thought: What an indifferent beauty.It's just that my sea of ​​flowers doesn't seem to need too much blood, too much blood will become a bad thing.It's like the heartache is to the extreme, and it no longer hurts so much.This just confirms the truth that "things must be reversed when they are extreme".Besides, having too much blood from the weak is not a good thing after all.

He licked his lips lightly, as if smelling the sweetness in his blood, which is the unique smell of the strong, and it is the smell I like.

The long sword in the man's hand pointed at the last surviving assassin. I don't know if this assassin was lucky or sad.At least his companions have been buried in this sea of ​​flowers, but he is still lingering on his last breath.

The assassin trembled all over, looked up at the red-haired man, showing a humble attitude.

The man's eyes were cold, and he said, "Who sent you to kill me?" His voice was low and hoarse, but it made the listener feel a sense of security, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated for no reason.

The assassin whose escape hope was blocked by the long sword was disheartened and his eyes were loose. At this moment, his life no longer belonged to him.The red-haired man in front of him could easily end his life by simply waving the long sword in his hand.

Just like this red-haired man, his life is in my hands right now.To be precise, in this sea of ​​flowers, all life is under my control.

I moved my finger lightly, and a bloody petal flashed past, making a pleasant sound in the air, and cut the assassin's throat in an instant.

I saw the blood mist gushing out, and I also saw the red-haired man's sudden frown and the deeper chill in his eyes.

I like this feeling, this pleasure after killing, this kind of pinnacle existence that is regarded as a threat to my own life and death by others.

A manjusawa grows rapidly, sprouts, leaves, blooms, and becomes as tall as a person in the blink of an eye.With a light tiptoe, he stood on the new bloody flower, and the corner of his mouth raised an arc that I thought was just right.

The red-haired man turned to look at me, but I was keenly aware that there was a strange look in his eyes, which flashed past.The long sword in his hand appeared darker than the previous crimson red, gradually turning dark red, as if the blood had dried up and become thicker.This is an obvious change that will occur after Yuanli runs to the extreme.

There is a kind of pleasure in my heart, which is a precursor to killing again.

An incomparably charming voice echoed between the heavens and the earth, and I said softly, "It's such a pity that such a beautiful man has to die just like that, for such a cold beauty."

The man still said in a low voice, "I'm flaming, please forgive me for the many offenses today. You and I have no grievances or enmities, so why bother to fight to the death. If you can let me leave today, if there are any difficulties in the future, I'm going to do my best."

My heart seemed to be hit lightly by something, a wonderful feeling.It turned out that his name was Chi Yan, my heartbeat accelerated again, and the man's deep voice made me slightly distracted.

I actually have such a strange feeling towards a man, although he looks extremely beautiful, but I hate this feeling, all those who come to the sea of ​​flowers on the other side will have to die!I told myself this in my heart.

He raised his right hand and gently stretched out his index finger, a little bit of dark red light flashed on the fingertips.With the movement of the fingers, countless blood-colored petals drifted across the world, gathered, intertwined, and entangled with each other, and instantly turned into a blood-colored long whip, slashing towards the man in front of him fiercely.

Zhi Yan held the dark red long sword in his hand, but his eyes remained calm.The long sword fluttered and slashed towards the bloody long whip with endless energy.

It's just that the result can only disappoint him.With a light wave of the fingertips, the blood-colored long whip quickly deflected like a spirit snake, and the powerful sword could only fall into the air, smashing into the endless sea of ​​flowers, stirring up waves of flowers, countless blood-colored petals raised, Like a rain of blood.

Opportunities always happen in a flash.The mission of the Scarlet Whip has not been completed yet, so how could he easily miss the golden opportunity to kill him.With another light tap of the fingertips, the moment the red-haired man made and stopped the move, the bloody whip wrapped tightly around his body, making it difficult for him to move.

At the same time, the petals of the manjusawa flower permeating the heaven and the earth are like poisonous thorns, stabbing towards the man with irreversible momentum.The sky and the earth were a vast expanse of bright red, and it was hard to tell whether it was day or night.

I admired the beheading that I thought was perfect, the corners of my lips slightly raised, and I thought to myself, this man is nothing more than that, it is in vain that I had high expectations for him just now.

He patted his hands lightly, and was about to leave.Today's harvest is really good, with so much blood watered, my flower soul strength will improve a lot.

I have to admit that I was really overconfident.

A red-haired man in front of him was holding a dark red long sword, like a dream, close at hand.Against the backdrop of the vast blood-colored petals, the red hair is like a song, and the eyes are like stars.