Looking from a distance, you can see the owner of those eyes from here.
In the middle of the sea of blood, there is a seat made of bones.
It was a young man with snow-white hair.
Those are a pair of blood-red eyes that humans shouldn't have.
In his hand, he was holding a monster knife that was completely opposite to his snow-like long hair, as pitch-black as falling into the eternal night.
The young man supported Yi with one hand, smiled faintly, and sat on the throne, with the attitude of lording over the earth.
Chapter 33 Chaos is not born
So far, it was completely beyond Luo Ming's expectations.
It was his wishful thinking to attack and kill Ming Feizhen with the "Seven Emotions Theory", and let Daluoshan withdraw from the Refining God Casting Club to avoid extra troubles.
But since entering Mingfeizhen's inner world, everything has been out of control. Whether it was the Daluo Mountain, the bamboo house, the black mountain peak he saw... or the young man in front of him, it far exceeded his expectations.
In Ming Fei's heart, he didn't know why such a young man lived.
He was wearing dark clothes and had long white hair.
"Are you here to challenge me?"
The young man smiled lightly, with a calm attitude, as if sitting on the king of the world.
He sat diagonally on the throne made of white bones, and should not have been able to see Luo Ming hidden in the distance. But being able to speak out in advance shows that his control over the world is no less than that of Mingfeizhen himself.
-Who are you
This simple question is difficult to ask easily.
His existence is a strange phenomenon.
Just staring at him made me feel as if I was submerged in a pitch black that resembled violence. This kind of impact came too quickly, and when I noticed it, the five colors were gone, my eyes were blind, and it was hard to tell the difference. It is difficult to move all over, the vocal cords are also unable to make half a sound, and even the body keeps sending out the crisis signal that it is about to be torn apart, which proves the danger of this person.
From this point of view, perhaps 'submerged' should not be used, but 'devoured'. The latter can more aptly express this indescribable shock, as if being penetrated by a huge pitch-black blade.
Luo Ming didn't need a moment to realize that his situation was unprecedentedly dangerous.
The sword qi burst out suddenly, and the windless robe automatically fluttered. The blade of the sword, which shone with different red lights, twitched irregularly, and the sword light had no direction, but it was filled with some kind of wonderful regularity.
Even in the virtual world, the crimson candle light and the shadowy fireflies are still invincible, and the air full of blood is also stirred.
Entering the realm of supernatural powers, Luo Ming broke free from the nightmarish momentum. The mind quickly returned to tranquility. The mind also regained the icy calm in an instant.
This otherworldly realm was originally imported from the 'Seven Emotions Theory', which is not a real inner world, and there should be no other people there.
unless
Luo Ming stared at the pair of bewitching eyes, even in the state of supernatural powers that disdain the world's warriors, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions, and it was difficult to calm down.
There are no more than four kinds of eyes that are as straight as a demon.
On Ming Feizhen... why is there such a strange phenomenon
"You shouldn't be the master of this place. What kind of demon are you, who is entrenched in people's hearts?"
Retrieving the calm Luo Ming's eyes, driven by a powerful internal force, the divine light in his eyes shot out like a real sword, as if to penetrate the white-haired boy.
The young man was silent, sitting on the throne without moving, as if turning a blind eye to Luo Ming's Chongxiao sword qi.
His blood-red eyes were even more sinister than Luo Ming's Zhuzhao Youying. However, Luo Ming could still read the flowing emotions from the pupils that did not look like a character.
That is - the feeling of loneliness.
After a long while, the young man spit out a few words.
"Looks like a hit."
The boy's tone was equally indifferent, just like his tone of loneliness and desolation.
"I ask again, are you here to challenge me?"
Luo Ming did not choose to answer, but clenched the sword in his hand.
No matter what the answer is, he has only one choice.
"kill!"
The sword's edge pierced through the sky, the red glow passed, and the sea of blood rolled up a huge wave, like a red dragon turning over, and swept straight to the throne of white bones.
The boy's thoughts were only one sentence.
"It's a sword."
The red glow and the blood wave seemed to hit an invisible wall. If the waves hit the stone wall, it would not maintain its shape even for a moment and then it would be broken into miserable pieces.
Luo Ming snorted coldly: "Don't be complacent."
The scene around the white-haired boy suddenly changed into a flat ground full of swords.
That sword just now was the theory of 'floating life'.
Luo Ming's sword moved again, causing the swords on the ground to fly together, and the sword force doubled out of thin air. In the virtual world, habitual energy can be created out of nothing, and the power of the 'floating life' theory is even more pronounced.
However, this scene did not last. The scene of the sword was suddenly stained with blood red, and there were cracks around it. It was as if the old and mottled walls fell one after another, and the cracks were filled with blood, followed by the 'scenario' of the swords flying in a large stream of blood. The blood seemed to be inexhaustible, and it devoured the Floating Sword Realm.
After the Floating Sword Realm, it was still the white-haired boy sitting on the throne.
He looked at Luo Ming, with a gaze that seemed to examine the quality of items.
"Your swordsmanship is really good. Among the swordsmen I have seen, you are the third. Is this the strength of a swordsman who is in the realm of spirituality?"
As if commenting on the feel of the product, it is just a silly thing like 'it's not bad, but the price is too expensive'.
Luo Ming stared at the young man and said solemnly, "Demon, dare to accept Luo's sword?"
"Hey."
The voice came clearly from the ear.
The young man seemed to be visiting relatives and friends leisurely. Before Luo Ming unknowingly, he crossed his line of defense and appeared in front of Luo Ming.
This person was clearly still on the throne just now, but he didn't know when to bully him. The deeds were like ghosts and charms, Luo Ming didn't say his eyes, and even his perception did not catch up with his figure.
The boy's eyes were full of joy. For Luo Ming, the shock level even overshadowed his unchanging calm attitude.