True Immortal of the Netherworld

At the moment when the three ghost generals were only ten feet away from the bright red heart.

"Let's die together!"

The voice of Mo Ling came from the heart.

The voice was clear and firm, sonorous and powerful, like a sword that had just been unsheathed, with its sharp edge clearly piercing people's hearts.

Then, the heart suddenly contracted and became only half of its original size. Suddenly, circles of blood-red soul power erupted on it, as violent as a raging wave, and the void was dyed with blood red.

There was a "pop" sound.

Countless blood lines like steel needles were sprayed out from the blood-red heart, covering the sky and the earth, like thousands of red locusts, covering the three ghost generals on the opposite side.

"Get out of the way! This is the power of strange blood!"

The ghost general Zi Shi had just suffered from the power of this strange blood. He shouted and covered his face with his hands.

When Qingniu and Lijiao saw this, they stopped and hurriedly stretched out their hands to cover their faces.

A large amount of blood spattered on the three people's arms, palms, chests, and lower abdomens, and immediately burned and corroded like strong acid. Where it was corroded, blood blisters the size of broad beans appeared on the skin. The power of the strange blood contained in it penetrates into the meridians and directly invades the soul.

The three ghosts' faces were distorted, and their bodies were shaking wildly as if struck by lightning. They screamed in pain and retreated one after another.

And the blood-red heart fell to the ground like a bird that had exhausted its strength, covered in dust, without any breath, and the sound of the moth was missing.

Seeing this, Xiao Hongzhu stumbled over and ran over.

He held up the blood-stained heart with his hands, his hands were trembling, his pupils were wide open, he was speechless, he wanted to cry, he was extremely sad.

The remaining ray of alien blood power above her heart was transmitted along her palm. There was no burning or discomfort, only the residual warmth, which made it feel familiar.

This ray of strange blood power was like a tiny swimming snake, sneaking into Xiao Hongzhu's body along its meridians.

Her vision blurred for a while, and a strange picture appeared in her consciousness.

It was an empty world.

At night, a blood moon hangs high in the sky.

Under the moonlight, there is a lonely wooden cabin. The doors and windows of the cabin were blocked from the outside by many thick iron locks, like a prison.

Inside the hut, a graceful woman sat. If you look closely, you will see that the appearance is somewhat similar to that of Little Red Candle.

This woman is wearing a gorgeous low-cut black palace dress. Her skin is as good as snow, her eyebrows are dark and her lips are red, and she is gorgeous. Her long black hair is like a pile of clouds, and she wears an exquisite headdress of a golden phoenix spreading its wings on her bun, which is noble and elegant.

On the small square table in front of the woman, there is a black porcelain wine bottle with a round belly, a crescent handle, and a thin mouth. The outer surface of this wine pot is painted with a pattern of a black sun with thousands of bright lights.

She picked up the wine bottle with one hand and tilted it slightly. The wine flowing out of the spout turned into a ray of silver and fell into a round wine cup on the table, making a series of gentle gurgling sounds, revealing a confusing joy, and splashing a circle of soul-stirring ripples. .

She couldn't wait to pick up the wine cup and drink it all in one gulp, one glass, two glasses...

Time was passing rapidly, but the woman didn't notice it.

Maybe it's an hour, maybe a day, maybe a year. Or there is no time at all in this world.

The strange thing is that no matter how frequently the woman pours out the wine, the wine in the jug never seems to be missing.

In this lonely world, it seems that only wine is a woman's companion.

"Who am I?" the woman whispered, her eyes blank.

On the other side of the table, there is a simple bronze candlestick.

On it, a red candle is burning. The dancing candlelight shines on the woman's face and hair, reflecting the elusive mystery and indescribable sadness.

Just then, a small, white moth flew in from nowhere.

The little insect flapped its young wings vigorously and flew around the candlelight on the table, again and again.

It ignores the burning of candles and only loves the warmth and light.

The woman discovered this little moth, with a long-lost smile on her face. This little bug is the second life besides her in this world, which is cherished and affectionate. Make her feel less alone and helpless.

"Who are you?"

As the woman spoke, she raised her thin eyebrows and showed a trace of joy in the corners of her eyes. She put down the wine cup and stretched out a thin white finger.

The little moth seemed to have heard the woman's call, and flapped its wings and landed on the woman's fingertips.

"Hongzhu, wake up!"

The moth actually spoke human words, and then a red flame ignited all over its body, replacing it with a ray of light that warmed the woman's fingertips.

When the woman heard the words "red candle", she suddenly felt so familiar, yet so far away.

When she saw the moth ignite into a small ball of flame, the woman exclaimed: "Don't go!"

She stretched out her hands to hold the flame, and a strong but not scorching temperature passed over her. The woman's drunkenness seemed to wake up a lot.

She spread her hands, and the snow-white moth was missing from her empty palms.

Uncontrollable tears burst out of her eyes, tapping on the table, tapping this lonely world.

After a moment, she frowned, and the closed door of her heart seemed to be opened by something.

She whispered repeatedly: "Hongzhu, Hongzhu..."

Then, she stood up suddenly, and a powerful wave of soul power spread out from her body.

With a "buzz" sound, powerful soul power fluctuations spread out like thunderous waves, unstoppable. The whole cabin shook, the whole world shook, and even the blood moon peeping in the sky shook.

At the same time, the thick black iron chains that originally tightly bound the doors and windows outside the hut seemed to have been melted away by the high temperature, becoming red and fragile, and then collapsed inch by inch, crackling, and turned into fly ash.

After a while, the vibration disappeared.

The world is quiet, the hut is quiet, and the woman is quiet.

At this time, the woman's eyes lost the confusion before, and became clearer than before.

She looked at the window of the hut, walked over, stretched out her hands and pushed it gently. The wooden window without the shackles opened easily with a "squeak".

Outside the window, the light is bright and the clouds are rolling and relaxing.

A gust of warm wind leaped in from the open window and hit the woman's body, as warm and soft as satin.

The woman stood in front of the window, lost in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, she said loudly: "I am Hongzhu..."

The sea and the sky are vast.

...

"Returning Song. Red Candle Moth Ling"

The moon makes people lonely, sleepless at night, drunk and confused. The red candle reflects the red face like jade, and the blue silk is tied up with sadness.

Suddenly I saw a moth flying around, looking for the candle's shadow and its ties. I wake up from my dream at dawn and stand in front of the window, the morning breeze is like satin.

…

In the real world, the body of Little Red Candle lying on the ground is also undergoing changes.

There were actually circles of strange, black, chain-like rune shackles on the tip of Xiao Hongzhu's heart, locking her heart and soul.

The power of strange blood that entered Xiao Hongzhu's body discovered these shackles. Like a tiger that found its prey, it pounced on it. Then, with a "bang", a red flame ignited and burned.

…

Everyone behind them saw Mo Ling splattering with blood in order to protect Xiao Hongzhu, and Xiao Hongzhu also fainted and fell to the ground, unconscious, unable to suppress the anger in her heart any longer.

This time, the old village chief Lin Badi did not stop everyone.

The scene before him gave him a clear judgment. He did not believe that the three executioners in front of him, who would not even spare a little girl, would let Wangyou Valley off easily.

Facing such robbers, having illusions is waiting for destruction. He was determined to fight, for Xiao Hongzhu, and for the hundreds of lives left behind in Wangyou Valley.

"Let's fight them!" Lin Badi roared angrily.

Everyone was already grinding their fists, and upon hearing the sound, they rushed forward together to snatch the little red candle back and eliminate the three executioners on the opposite side.

They roared angrily, carrying murderous swords, eyes spitting fire, and never looked back.

Seeing this scene, the three ghost generals who were frightened back by the power of Mo Ling's blood suddenly became angry with shame.

"A bunch of ants who overestimate their capabilities!"

"They all must die!"

"Kill them all!"

"Six of you come together!"

The three ghost generals shouted.

"Ghost changes!"

A large ball of pitch-black ghost energy spurted out from the three bodies. In the blink of an eye, the three of them turned into a sky-stretching green bull, a purple-maned lion, and a one-horned giant rhinoceros that were more than ten feet tall.

The three enraged beasts fought back, followed closely by the six killers from the Three Palaces of Netherworld.

Old village chief Lin Badi flipped his wrist and held the red-blooded military flag in his hand. The butcher is ruthless, the hunter is vigorous, the blacksmith Sledgehammer and the drunkard Xiao quickly fall into place. Regardless of their previous injuries, they each used their strength to mobilize the Red Blood Army.

In the sky and on the ground, fire breaths rolled, fire dragons roamed, soldiers and horses galloped, igniting the will to kill and fight, and the beacon fire realm reappeared.

Guigu Changyang Demon Sword Yuye is in his hand. A large amount of blue-gray demon energy rolls out from the blade. The phantom of the scale dragon rolls non-stop, with a sudden fighting spirit.

Guigu Zan immediately summoned the three fates of the same fate - the Jade Skeleton. The jade skeleton is holding the ghost sword "Golden Bone", and the blue-gray ghost energy is constantly flowing on it, just like the sword and axe-wielding hand from hell.

Hibiscus has also summoned the little elf ghost. At this time, the little clever ghost has already transformed into a tall tiger girl. It roars to the sky and activates the rapidly rotating hell fire bombs from its palms.

Boss Bai holds a pair of short daggers in his hands. The swords are dazzling and majestic, showing the style of a female general.

Comparing the combat power of the two sides, it was originally the ghost general who had the upper hand.

Now, the Wangyou Valley side has lost Mo Ling. Without the restraint of his strange blood power, the power of the opponent's three ghost generals has returned to the level that a Daoming realm monk should have.

The three ghost beasts after the ghost general's transformation swooped over, the ground rumbled when they stepped on it, and the ghost realm released was as powerful as a tsunami, crushing them crazily.

The two sides only had a brief confrontation, and the beacon realm was shaken by the impact of the opponent's powerful ghost realm, and was in danger.

Times of crisis.

I saw a fiery figure flying from the Wangyou Valley. A pair of red fire wings behind the man flapped continuously, showing the image of a Suzaku with its head raised and wings spread. A fire-colored shadow was left along the way. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the two armies and plunged straight into the territory of the beacon fire.

"Enter Xu Yang, Red Blood Legion!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Yang came to the old village chief Lin Badi.

"Legion Commander, let me come."

Lin Badi understood and handed the Red Blood Army flag to Xu Yang.

Xu Yang raised the Red Blood Army flag in his hand and shouted: "Red Blood Army! Invincible!"

The aura was like a general possessing him, and his domineering energy was leaking out.

Do your part!

Who else would I be?

It has to be me!

Without stopping, he activated the magic formula and activated the second fake red blood elixir he had just created in the Zifu space.

In the space of his Purple Mansion, the outer core of the flame-colored red blood fake elixir melted rapidly, and a powerful force of beacon fire spread out from his body, rolling up thousands of waves of fire, and the waves rolled in, unstoppable.

The fire breath on the red-blooded military flag in his hand suddenly increased, reaching a height of a hundred feet, reflecting the red sky.

From the rolling breath of fire, three beacon dragons with flaming bodies sprang out at the same time, baring their teeth and claws, spitting flames from their mouths.

A large number of fire-breathing soldiers, fire-breathing war horses, and fire-breathing chariots continued to pour out from the territory of the Beacon Fire. The sound of horns, the sound of fighting, the neighing of war horses, the sound of swords and guns...

Play the bloody war song!