Looking at the corpse on the ground, even Chen Weiming took a breath.

The black smoke was bursting, and at first glance, lifeless. This was not just a mess, but a real place of death. The eyes of breaking the delusion and keeping the truth looked at it, and it was obvious that there were traces left by the path of death everywhere.

There are thousands of ditches on the ground, and blood flows all over the ground. What’s strange is that the blood has nothing but red, and there is no breath or life force that blood should have. It seems that the red liquid on the ground is not blood at all, but red river water.

In the eyes of breaking the delusion and keeping the truth, it can be seen that there are traces of blood traces left in the blood. It should be that someone used some means to evacuate the energy in it.

There was no living mouth... After scanning the surroundings, Chen Weiming was secretly shocked again. He didn't believe that the battlefield with the Nether Sword would end so quickly. But if it didn't end so quickly, he should have a living mouth, whether it was the people of the demon clan or the monks of the Senluo Hell.

After falling down, I used my true energy to scroll the corpse to check it out. After carefully reading it, I also found a new conclusion... These corpses were exhausted and became a mass of corpses with no vitality at all.

The Dao of Death...the other is the Dao of Blood. If you guess correctly, the general who attacked here practiced the Dao of Blood.

The battlefield is here, where did Ming Dao and the others go?

Chen Weiming soared into the air, urging the eyes of breaking the delusion and truth to scan the surroundings, and finally found that the traces in a certain direction were the thickest, and immediately slammed the wind wings and flew towards that direction at a very fast speed.

As we walked along the way, we saw that there were more and more corpses and the blood became thicker and thicker. After a while, we rushed into a valley, and glanced at the eyes of breaking the delusion and keeping the truth, and finally found a living mouth.

From a distance, the death path was entangled. Although the breath was extremely weak, Chen Weiming recognized it at a glance that the figure was the Nether Knife.

After rushing into the valley where he was, Chen Weiming took another breath of air conditioning.

Sea of ​​corpses and blood, the real sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The four words in Chen Weiming's mind were a concept in his mind. No matter how many people he killed, he could not really feel this way. But the scene in front of him did it. In this valley, corpses piled up into a mountain, thousands of meters high, and even exceeded the peaks around the valley.

Blood filled every gap in the valley, like the sea, and even waves.

Ming Dao stood on the mountain of corpse motionless, his breath was weak, and his back seemed to be frozen by time. If Chen Weiming had not had the eyes to break the delusion and truth, he could have seen his weak power of life, he would have thought he was dead.

In such an environment, such back, such a look, and all the breath, Chen Weiming suddenly had an illusion that the figure standing there was not just a Nether Sword, but also a ruler of the Nether Hell, the king of the Dead Soul, who ruled the life and death of living beings.

There is still rescue... there must be rescue...

Chen Weiming shouted in his heart, flew over anxiously, and was shocked again when he walked around the body of the Ming Blade.

The Nether Dao was already unconscious. He was not able to stand by his will or body, but because the long knife in his hand pierced a person's body, like a pillar supporting his body.

The man's face was full of horror, his expression seemed to be frozen, and he could still see it in his eyes that was already unwilling to do anything. He was full of unwillingness, but he was powerless.

It was that general... The Eye of Destruction and Truth could see the remains of the blood-dao pattern in this corpse. With this appearance, Chen Weiming inferred the identity of the corpse.

This is a hard battle, and it can even be said to be a death battle. The Nether Knife did not have an advantage, and was even at a disadvantage for a while. The Jedi turnaround at the last moment killed the other party in an unexpected way, so this is how it looks.

Unable to think about what happened, Chen Weiming hurriedly hugged the Ming Dao from the mountain of corpses, used his true energy to activate several elixirs to turn into liquid and then flowed into his mouth.

On the one hand, he contacted the Heavenly Palace of the Panshen, urged him to come here, and then used his spiritual sense to detect the situation in the Nether Sword's body.

After exploring it, I was shocked again.

The blood and energy dried up... There was not much blood in Ming Dao's body, almost completely clean. The little blood left was locked in the heart and brain, so that he could save some of his anger.

When a monk reaches a certain level, he can damage his body or even lose his body, but the blood vessels will even seep into the soul. When the blood loss reaches a certain level, he will die.

On weekdays, monks have extremely strong blood regeneration ability, so this situation is almost never happening. Fortunately, the Nether Knife is the death path pattern that was cultivated, otherwise he would have died long ago.

Chen Weiming was also panicked and didn't know how to treat this injury. After thinking for a moment, he immediately cut his left hand, opened and closed his right hand, sucked out a large amount of blood, and condensed into a blood cell.

He pried open the edge of Ming with one hand and slapped the blood in directly.

He was also invincible at this moment, and could only hope that his blood could be absorbed by the other party.

After seeing the blood falling into the belly of the Delusion and Truth, the Eye of Destruction stopped flowing. At this time, the Devil's breath was only a breath, and the life function completely disappeared without any reaction.

You can't die, you can't die...

Chen Weiming kept repeating his mind, slapped his dantian with one hand, and the true energy rushed into the body of Ming Dao. He frantically stirred his blood, then used the technique of the talisman seal to evolve the bleeding path pattern, manipulated his blood through his belly, penetrated into the blood vessels, and rushed towards his limbs and bones.

This is a barbaric treatment, and it is a helpless move that cannot be found.

The external force urged blood to wander around the limbs and bones, and finally caused the remaining blood in the Mingdao heart vein to flow.

Once, twice, three times...

Three days and three nights, when the blood flowed passively hundreds of times and Chen Weiming was about to lose his confidence, Ming Dao's body shook and finally there was movement.

The body began to absorb blood, the heart began to beat again, and other parts began to recover their functions, and the cold body finally felt warm.

A life is back... Chen Weiming breathed a long sigh. He didn't know if he would leave any major trauma, but as long as he was still alive, there would be hope.

Take out the immortal crystal stone, and set up a small vital energy array around it with the Nether Sword as the center, making the vital energy of heaven and earth here dozens of times thicker than the surroundings.

A few more pills were melted and sent to Mingdao's body, and then activated the true qi to guide the blood and energy in his body to help him heal his wounds.

A few days later, the Panshen Heavenly Palace arrived, and Chen Weiming sent the general's body of the Blood Daopa pattern into the Panshen Heavenly Palace, and then moved the Nether Sword and the Yuanqi Formation into it.

I have no time to pay attention to the situation of wars in other places, and I have devoted myself to healing my wounds.

More than a month passed, and when the injury of the Nether Sword finally stabilized, a large number of monks rushed here.
Chapter completed!