In the shadow of these endless silk threads, countless disordered silk threads are in chaos, which is the fluctuation of countless strong men fighting in this massacre battlefield...

but under the heaven and earth, there are strange silk threads with immeasurable thickness, crisscross one another, which is the endless blood sea of this blood refining space.

At the same time, in the endless sea of blood, there are four dark holes like abyss of terror shadow, that is, even Han Yu's original eyes can not see through the powerful existence of blood refining spirit....

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"these abnormal guys... Unexpectedly, there are four..."

"is the blood refining space really similar to the heaven and earth array? Then we can take these silk threads as symbols What are you doing? "Yes, there is indeed an eye..."

he released his huge divine consciousness and quickly scanned the blood refining space for a circle. After looking at the horror figure in the endless sea of blood again, Hanyu Xiaotian suddenly brightened his eyes and flew to move.

"I'm going to destroy this blood refining space. A little bit of flaw will appear here. Whether you can escape or not depends on your own creation..."

before the voice falls, the figure of Hanyu Xiaotian has disappeared in place, leaving endless astonishment of these unresponsive creatures from all walks of life...

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in the endless sea of blood and the blood column connecting the sky, there is a place The only place out of the ground is an altar with a huge triangle, which is towering.

This altar is ancient and mysterious, and I don't know how long it has existed.

It is full of all kinds of complicated and obscure symbols, and there is a dense blood mist, constantly from the sea of blood into the altar.

It is just that the blood mist floating around the altar has no blood, but shows a crystal clear feeling, as if the purest energy.

At this time, a looming figure, like walking in the void, is coming from an endless distance to the position of the altar...

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in the blood refining space, the cruel killing is still going on, everywhere, and seems to be endless.

However, in a suspected illusion of shadow flying, there is no movement of any creatures.

Only once in a while, some alien people in their way have been cut into countless pieces or exploded into blood mist, which makes countless powerful beings frightened and silent.

In this seemingly more mysterious scene than the sea of blood, this figure has come to the blood altar...

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silk thread, endless blood silk thread.

In Hanyu Xiaotian's primitive eyes, the huge and mysterious building standing in front of him is not an altar at all, but a group of infinitely large and complicated bloody silk threads.

These blood colored silk threads are closely intertwined in a form that can not be understood by Hanyu Xiaotian, forming an incredible pattern.

At the same time, the ends of these blood colored silk threads are connected with the heaven and earth silk threads of the whole blood refining space, forming the core of the heaven and earth...

"this is the core array eye of this blood refining space... Grandma's... It's so complicated..."

when standing in front of the altar, the cold feather Xiaotian who looks at the blood colored silk thread as a symbol pattern can't help but burst into a burst The head is big, and there is a feeling of total helplessness...

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