The Era of the Law of the People: Full-level Talent at the Start

Chapter 128 The deepest plan of the world’s origin

The sea of ​​blood – seal the sky!

The magic sound swayed between heaven and earth.

The sea of ​​blood in the sky skyrocketed wildly. At this moment, the demonic energy of the Netherworld in the North poured into the sea of ​​​​blood, and the demonic essence of countless demon cultivators also gathered uncontrollably in an instant.

In an instant.

The sea of ​​blood swelled to its limit.

Clouds cover the sun.

Cover the whole world.

Countless people in the world looked at the blood-red sky in horror.

Birds and beasts shivered.

The terrifying coercion has compressed the vitality of the world to the extreme.

Facing the endless sea of ​​blood, the sword intent of the tree demon is like a scratch, and it can’t cause any damage to the secluded spring monster at all.

On a boulder in a col in the distance from Mount Shu.

Several figures stood calmly.

They looked at the sea of ​​blood that spread all over the world, and some doubts flashed in their eyes.

“Zhou Fan, the strength of this secluded spring monster has skyrocketed a little faster, sword eyebrows, painting saints, tree demons are not opponents!” The cold voice of the purple figure sounded.

“Yeah, if the old monster Youquan wins, the world will become the world of the devil.

“Student must have his own plans.

“We’re just worried about the situation getting out of hand.”

They were frightening Xiaoguo, Yu Yun, Yan Bingru and others. After leaving Tianshan, they came to Zhou Fan’s side and watched Shushan’s shocking battle.

Among them, Han Ma was also involved.

But none of the girls had any plans for a fisherman. They knew that this was Zhou Fan’s layout.

As for what the cloth is.

Zhou Fan didn’t tell them this.

After all, it is a battle with heaven.

Any details will be the key.

Zhou Fan raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to pass through the boundless sea of ​​blood and saw the origin of the world.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the world origin fisherman.

To know.

The old monster Liuquan is a creature born in the world, and its origin can only be blocked by other means, and it cannot directly lower its divine power.

so.

Zhou Fan would like to know what kind of means the World Source will use to reduce and kill this old monster in the secluded spring.

boom!

The war between heaven and earth continues.

The old monster of Youquan, who turned into a boundless sea of ​​blood, has heavenly power in every move, and the combination of Shuzu and Huasheng is not his opponent. The old ancestor of Jianmei, who had recovered from his injuries, was seriously injured by the old monster of Youquan again. .

The Shushan Sword Array was also completely shattered.

Han Maran, the master of the Ziqing Divine Sword, broke out with all her strength, but she only reached the limit, and she was only on the same level as the ancestor of Jianmei, the saint of painting, and the ancestor of the tree.

And this time.

The painting saint burst into dawn.

Using Tianwai Mountain as her brush, she sketched a scroll of painting and calligraphy in the sky in an instant.

The painting and calligraphy shop quickly spread out and condensed into two words.

world.

These two words covered the world in a very short time, supporting the boundless sea of ​​blood in the hospital.

Zhou Fan’s face froze.

Looking at Huasheng, he couldn’t help muttering, “Map of the world”.

Seeing this, Nangong Xin’er stepped forward and handed a scroll of paintings to Zhou Fan.

“Zhou Fan, I was born in the Tianwai Mountains for decades. The painting master has been painting this painting. She asked me to give it to the reincarnation of the fairy in the painting, which is you.”

Zhou Fan looked down.

On the scroll is a young man in white, standing under an old locust tree, drawing a painting of dragons and snakes, while in front of the stone platform, a girl is smiling and studying ink.

“Sister, it’s you.”

He raised his eyes again and looked at the painting saint who was struggling to resist the sea of ​​blood, and a love from hundreds of years ago emerged in his heart.

“Is this the backhand of the origin of the world,

He sighed lightly.

Nangong Xiner’s face changed slightly, “Zhou Fan, I…”

Zhou Fan reached out his hand and interrupted, “Sister Xin, I don’t blame you, in fact, when I saw the world, I already guessed that Huasheng was my sister who came last time, and she was the only one who was able to suppress Huayun when I suppressed it. A world of millions of demons.”

“This is not accidental, but inevitable!”

As he said that, he looked at the sky with a toothy smile on his face, “It’s really a lot of fun with Tianmen!”

Ka!

now.

The picture of the world sketched by the saint completely collapsed.

Although her painting skills are unparalleled, the map of the world is not supported by the true meaning of the world, and the power is at least half damaged.

The moment when the world fell apart.

The boundless sea of ​​blood pressed down again.

Shushan, which has no resistance at all, is in danger.

Jianmei, Shuzu, Huasheng, and even Han Maran are all about to die.

this moment.

Nangong Xiner, Zhuan Xiaoguo, Yu Yun, and Yan Bingru looked at Zhou Fan together.

They know.

This is the counterattack of the origin of the world.

And inexplicable.

If Zhou Fan had a hand, then he would not be able to comprehend the ruthless sword.

If Zhou Fan does not strike, then the sword of sentient beings cannot be completed.

The world of kendo, which is both affectionate and ruthless, is indispensable.

It can be said.

If you change to any descendant, you will be helpless at this time.

Even the terrifying powerhouse that surpassed the immortal giants would be defeated by the counterattack of the origin of the world.

This is the pharynx realm of fighting with the sky.

All the plots, all the layouts, the sky is clear.

You think that you have no flaws, but in the final moment, you will understand that there is no perfect thing in the world.

Rumble.

The sea of ​​blood is getting closer and closer to the Shushan Great Array.

The pressure of terror is also getting stronger and stronger.

Many of the Shushan disciples and the demons sheltered by the ancestors couldn’t help kneeling on the ground. Their six senses were overflowing with blood, and they were on the verge of collapse.

zizi.

Zhou Fan’s fingertips were surrounded by sword lights, and he stared at the Heavenly Palace.

Tiangong is also staring at Zhou Fan.

Nangong Xiner, Zhuan Xiaoguo and the others were extremely nervous.

They both want Zhou Fan to rhyme, and they don’t want Zhou Fan to do it.

Time passed little by little.

puff puff.

Many Shushan disciples couldn’t hold it, their bodies collapsed into bloody water, and they converged into the blood sea that was pressed down by the sky, making the blood sea even more powerful.

Zhou Fan closed his eyes.

His huge true soul was operating to the extreme, and he was thinking about the solution.

Just when the sea of ​​blood was 10,000 meters away from Shu Mountain.

A flash of light flashed in his heart.

It has been in this small world for nearly 20 years.

But he forgot his biggest support.

Or in other words, he automatically ignored the auxiliary system without obtaining the way of enlightenment points.

Consciousness meditates.

Then he murmured in his heart, ~ Consume 10 enlightenment points to condense a golden fruit of comprehension… Bestowed on this small world’s living beings and painting saints!!!”

Finished whispering.

Zhou Fan opened his eyes abruptly (with a good look).

His eyes were fixed on the painting saint under the endless sea of ​​blood.

Since it is an auxiliary system.

It is bound to meet his expectations under certain conditions.

boom!

At the moment when the idea is conveyed.

The painting sage who stepped in the void seemed to feel something, and turned his eyes to Lu Zhou Fan.

The two eyes converged.

The painting sage seems to have returned to the time when he studied ink in the courtyard and watched the scenes of the human world painted by his younger brother. The feeling of the human world and the true feelings of the human world poured into her mind one after another.

If it was before, she would not realize it.

but now.

Her comprehension increased rapidly in an instant.

Painted holy closed evening clear eyes.

Puff puff.

Nearly half of the Shushan disciples and a large number of demon spirits turned into blood and flowed into the sea of ​​blood.

Countless people feel hopeless.

At this time.

The painting is moving.

Her fingertips as pale as jade sprouted a little bit of sword light, and then sketched in the void, and wrote the world with sword light stroke by stroke.