Everyone couldn't help but look at Zhou Liang in surprise. This demon cultivator is very good. Demon cultivator, it is not that they have no Tao in their hearts, they are not just bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty. They also have Tao in their hearts, they can be ruthless, can kill, can be bloodthirsty, can be buried in millions of corpses, and can be barely bound, but they are also pursuing another kind of self, standing ruthlessly between this world.

The first sky palace was broken, and the group went up the sky steps and came to the second sky palace. This sky palace was desolate and even more bloody, with a strong smell of blood in the air.

There was a transparent light curtain in front, and the things behind the light curtain were not visible in detail. Everyone came to the front, "This place is full of hatred!"

"You are right, it's the Hate Heaven!" The Ancestor of the Phantom Demon smiled faintly, as if he was enjoying the aura of hatred. "Hate Heaven will make the cultivators fall into boundless hatred. But this sky palace seems to be a little smaller. There should be a sea of ​​blood."

As soon as the words of the Ancestor of the Phantom Demon fell, the scene behind the transparent light suddenly became clear, a sea of ​​blood, with plasma inside, endless bubbles coming out, and a strong smell of blood came out, and everyone felt a tremor in their hearts again.

"I'll let the junior monk go this time?" Wuyouzi smiled faintly, not caring at all. The Dragon King of the East China Sea laughed, "If you don't go, the old dragon will have to go inside and take a bath."

m, go to the sea of ​​blood to take a bath, afraid that he can't accommodate your thousand-foot dragon body! Everyone slapped their stomachs in their hearts, but they dared not say it. Yuru smiled faintly, "The sea of ​​infinite blood, boundless killing, the Hundred Flowers Sect has always been inaction, Qiying, you go down and go for a while!"

"Yes!" A woman appeared behind Gu Congshuang, and the wind god Yuxiu, with clear skin and jade bones. She always had a smile on her face, just like flowers blooming in March, with red lips slightly open, and a gentle voice came out. Everyone seemed to smell a fragrance of flowers. The lover's heart was heartbroken. Zhou Liang smiled faintly, "This woman's Hundred Flowers Art has already practiced to the peak of the Golden Pill!"

White clothes fluttered, a peony in his hand, a jade-colored belt fluttered in the wind, her hair fluttered, and a blurred smile, Gu Chongshuang smiled, "Sister, do you think Qiying can survive this hatred sky?"

"Why can't you hate the sky? You underestimate Qiying." Gu Conghan smiled faintly, and Yu Ru also stood with a smile.

Zeng Qiying was fluttering in white clothes, and a green lotus in her hand gave people an extremely light and agile feeling. She walked through the transparent light curtain and entered the sea of ​​blood. She was like a green lotus in the sea of ​​blood, which was untainted from the mud, and even more light and agile floating on the sea of ​​blood.

"I am worthy of being the most beautiful female cultivator of the Baihua Sect!" The disciple of the Sanxian Alliance sighed softly, with a different intention in his eyes.

"It's not her most beautiful, but her strength. Have you noticed her feet?" said another late-stage disciple of Jindan.

With his voice, some monks saw green lotus appearing under Zeng Qiying's feet. The outside of these green lotus was infected with the water of the sea of ​​blood, but there was still a blue mysterious light inside.

"To pass this level, you still have to go through the heart disaster!" Gu Conghan and Gu Congshuang smiled faintly, their eyes flashed, and she believed that Qiying would definitely be able to survive. Zhou Liang also had a strange look on his face. This woman was really not simple. Her temperament was like a quiet green lotus, inexplicably elegant and agile, and she couldn't help but look at Mi Xue again. Mi Xue's temperament was like a dream. Although there were some things she was worried about in her eyes, Zhou Liang found that her nature was a bit naughty!

I once remembered a saying that the innocent heart will grow old and become accustomed to the falsehood behind others. She already has concerns in her heart. Although Zhou Liang doesn’t know what it is, these two women are really both Zhong Lingyuxiu and a masterpiece of heaven!

Just as Zhou Liang was thinking, the sea suddenly rolled in the sea of ​​blood, and the blood waves were surging. Zeng Qiying was like a small boat, walking alone in this blood-colored world. Her face remained unchanged, and there were a few bloodstains on her white Taoist robe. Her face was still smiling, and Zhou Liang admired her.

Just as everyone hoped, her face suddenly changed slowly, her smiled and her face became fierce, her pink face was prominent, and her eyes were filled with flames of hatred. Zhou Liang sighed secretly. There was hatred in the woman's heart. Although she didn't know who she hated, she was sad.

"No, Qiying remembered the past." Gu Conghan's face was shocked and quickly took action. A hazy little flower in his hand flew towards Zeng Qiying. At the critical moment, although he didn't know what had changed, his face gradually returned to clearness.

Zeng Qiying walked out of the sea of ​​blood in a mess. Although she kept her mind, she walked out safely. Unlike Feng Junxiu, she couldn't help but smile and stepped out. Since there was a crystal of hatred, I'll go there.

Baiyue looked at Zhou Liang with a faint smile, and said to Wu Jiuzhou, "Li Tian is a good boy. He is a man in the devil's way. He should avenge him!" Wu Jiuzhou agreed lightly, but a trace of sinister flashed in his eyes, as if he was not very satisfied.

Since someone went in, the others were naturally happy to watch the show. Zeng Qiying was resting outside for a while and returned to normal. She couldn't help but look at Zhou Liang, wanting to know how this unpretentious demon cultivator could pass the level of hatred. The demon cultivator killed many times, but hatred was the most sad.

Zhou Liang stepped in and couldn't help but chuckled, "Why have to be so docile? Since it is a sea of ​​blood, it is natural that blood waves are surging!"

As soon as the words fell, the sea of ​​blood changed suddenly, and waves of blood suddenly turned into infinite monks. Zhou Liang saw Wu Feng's desire, Xiao Niuer, Wan Kuang, Zhao Qiansun, and Mu Lin. He returned the monks who had killed him along the way, and countless golden elixirs died in his hands on the East China Sea. These clones that transformed from blood waves attacked him.

With the real fluctuations of the demon essence, Zhou Liang chuckled, "Can you transform, can I not?" Unfortunately, they are all illusions. If I get angry, I will die.

His face remained unchanged, standing in the sea. When everyone looked at it, they couldn't help but feel that a towering tree in the sea of ​​blood was firmly rooted in it. It was difficult to move wind and rain, and it was difficult to strike lightning. "It's a pity that you are not the reality, otherwise I would naturally kill one by one."

"Since you have entered the six realms of reincarnation, what are you doing here?" Zhou Liang looked at the ferocious face, as if the world owed him a little lightly. He was not angry or angry in his heart. The blood wave turned into a wild look and looked at Zhou Liang unwillingly, and his expression turned into a blood wave again.

Zhao Qiansun's fat body flew forward, surrounded by spirit stones, and Qinglin's appearance even transformed. Zhou Liang saw this scene and remembered the moment when he saved Qinglin that day, his eyes flashed, and almost anger arose in his heart. Isn't it good? His eyes were slightly closed, he kept his soul tightly, and opened his eyes again, which was already extremely clear. Zhao Qiansun was unwilling to roar, and his body disappeared.

Mulin and the infinite East China Sea monks disappeared. Zhou Liang looked at Wu Feng, Henghu, and Xiaoqiu, who was surrounded by death on his body, and his eyes were filled with rare Gujing Bubo, "I will look for you in the future, forget it in a few days!"

After the words fell, the three of them disappeared, and the sea of ​​blood was suddenly calm, and the sea of ​​infinite blood began to slowly shrink, condensed into a blood bead, and the light curtain gradually dissipated.

Before Zhou Liang came forward, he smiled and waved his hand, "Since the crystal of greed has already reached your hands, it seems that this crystal of anger is also your luck!"

Zhou Liang slapped his heart. "It's my own, and you won't give it to you if you want it!" He solemnly accepted the blood bead, and he had a vague premonition in his heart. These beads are not that simple, and may be of great use to him.

Until this moment, the existence of the god-transforming monks, Mahayana monsters, supreme demon king-level figures, and the Supreme Demon King-like existences noticed Zhou Liang's existence, a mere demon general, who had crossed the Heaven of Greedy and Hate.

Although everyone was surprised, they didn't think much about it. In a blink of an eye, the three of them arrived at the third level, the third level, and the mysterious demon heaven!

(The first update, I saw that many authors in the group were put on the shelves, and more eunuchs were lost, and very few could persevere. In Zongheng, I saw several brothers who were two million, but their grades seemed to be even more miserable than mine. I couldn't help but think of a Perseverance Emperor, a soldier. It's useless to say more, just write...)
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