A drop of blood fell onto the blood curtain, instantly staining the blood curtain.
The entire blood curtain was taken control of in an instant.
The blood curtain turned into blood rain and fell, dyeing the entire scarlet area red.
The smart monks put up barriers to protect themselves. They couldn't see what the blood rain was, but they could sense that something was wrong from this abnormality.
Unfortunately, it was useless. No matter whether it was his own magical powers, magic weapons, or the barriers created by formations and talismans, they were all soaked in the blood rain and became part of it.
The monks watched in horror as the barrier formed by pure magic power and spiritual energy grew into flesh and blood, and stretched out its tentacles to bind and devour them.
The mortal life of all races in the Scarlet Realm was corroded and transformed in an instant, turning into unknown flesh and blood, and continuing to corrode all other untransformed things.
And its corrosive power has not diminished at all.
In comparison, the souls of monks are more powerful. They can better understand the process of being eroded, transformed, and cannibalized, watching their bodies, souls, and even wills being devoured bit by bit.
Then, when they were awake, they discovered that their bodies no longer belonged to them and betrayed themselves, and then even their souls and will no longer belong to them. The despair made them collapse.
The stronger ones, those who are stronger than True Gods, understand this best.
They have entered the realm of gods and have a certain ability to resist this large-scale erosion.
However, it is only the ability to resist.
Their bodies and souls are still falling apart.
As a result, one falls into a state where part of the body belongs to oneself and part of the body does not belong to oneself. The part that does not belong to oneself is constantly eroding the part that belongs to oneself, and distortion and madness begin from here.
The body was devoured and deformed, the soul was taken away incomplete and fell into madness.
At the same time, these half-crazy beings, because the part that was swallowed up belonged to Fang Shirong, originated from the supreme existence that was half a step beyond, and their nature was extremely high.
In disguise, it enhanced the power of these monks.
Even if the cultivator is strong enough and can persist in the devouring for a longer time, he will gain more powerful strength in disguise, and he will undergo certain evolutions and grow into a being of a higher level in a very short period of time.
However, this kind of evolution is sad. The more one relies on Fang Shirong's power to evolve, the closer one will get to Fang Shirong, until one completely becomes a part of Fang Shirong.
Only a few valuable beings will be allowed to exist by Fang Shirong, and the rest will have their wills completely erased by him.
For beings infected by him and labeled by him, it is basically impossible to escape.
The way to embody the Tao and control matter is so terrifying.
In the rain of blood, there was no normal life except for those who immediately fled to the depths of space when they saw the situation was not good. The entire Scarlet Realm became a world of monsters.
Distortion, madness and chaos are everywhere here.
“It is truly tragic that lives are caught up in the God Emperor War. They perish without any ability to resist.” In the Qiankun Yiqi Palace, the Ninth Chuantian stood in the blood rain, bathing in it.
The bloody rain could not corrode him, and Fang Shirong could not take away everything from him unless he beat him half to death.
The monks walking on the same road are the most restrained towards each other.
What you can do, I can do too. What I can do, you can do too. Many methods are ineffective. All we can compete on is wisdom and who can go further.
On the same road, those who go further will inherently crush those below them.
"You are so cruel, you just ignore all the living beings in your jurisdiction and let them die like that." The blood rain gathered and condensed into the appearance of Fang Shirong.
The Ninth Chuan Tian replied: "Those I value have already left the Scarlet Territory, and my loyal subordinates have also been instructed to leave with their men."
"As for the rest, I really don't care."
Even the creatures in the Scarlet Realm only live under the command of the Ninth Chuantian, and he has no obligations to them.
He really doesn't care about the other person's life or death because the other person can't bring him any value and sincerity.
What's more, the creatures in the Scarlet Realm are immortal, so how can they make room for human survival in the future
It’s always better to let someone else do the cleanup than to do it yourself.
The two of them were communicating like old friends, and there was no atmosphere of mortal enemy at all.
However, the space centered on the two people gradually distorted and became bizarre.
The space between the two people seemed to have life, howling and screaming, making harsh and mournful sounds.
There were sounds of biting and chewing, which was sensational.
There are also various smooth flows, and the friction of space that is twisted to chaos emits various colors of light.
Dijiu Chuantian and Fang Shirong were still standing intact in the chaotic space.
"Sure enough, you are a practitioner of the Tao." Fang Shirong suddenly exclaimed.
“Although I guessed it, I never thought that there would be a powerful person who could cultivate the physical way to your level among the future God Emperors.”
"I really can't understand how Mo Wu and Ji Wu Mou could have allowed you to grow to this level."
Fang Shirong's face was full of curiosity.
The peculiarities of the physical way were known to all the God-Emperors before the bloody era.
Especially Mo Wu, Ji Wumou, Dao Dian, Qin Yue and a few other half-step transcendents who survived that war.
Even if they were seriously injured and fell into a deep sleep, Fang Shirong did not believe that they would allow a future God-Emperor to reach this level in physical cultivation.
When he saw Jiu Chuantian at this moment, he knew that the one in front of him was just a clone. He read a lot of things from the clone, such as the person behind the scenes was not a special life like him, nor was he one of his old friends.
So how did the person behind the scenes get to this point in the world of sports
"You have a big secret."
Fang Shirong stretched out his hand. Although the two were several hundred meters apart, they seemed to be face to face, as if they were only a few centimeters apart.
His answer was a fist.
"Fluffy hands and feet, are we familiar with each other?"
The Dijiu Chuantian did not hold back. The power of the Nine Tribulations God Emperor was condensed in this punch, which directly blew up Fang Shirong, who was condensed with blood.
The ninth Chuan Tian didn't go out either.
He was standing in the scarlet realm.
Fang Shirong did not come down either, but just controlled the blood and water to form clones to attack.
Some of the Scarlet Realm's methods were indeed rendered ineffective by Fang Shirong's erosion.
But most of the methods remain the same.
Fang Shirong is good at the physical way, and Dijiu Chuantian is also good at it. He himself is one of the crystallizations of the mysteries of the physical way. When arranging the means, he will naturally take the defense against the physical way into consideration.
Apart from using Fang Shirong to carry out a wave of cleansing and not dealing with the blood curtain specially, other formations and other means were used to prevent physical erosion.
Fang Shirong was unwilling to enter the Scarlet Realm, and Dijiu Chuantian refused to come out, so the two sides entered a stalemate.
Fang Shirong frowned, "Delay time?"
He saw clearly that the Ninth Chuantian was an incarnation of the individual Dao.
The clone alone has the power of the Nine Tribulations Divine Emperor. Although the divine power, qi and blood in his body are only at one-fifth of the level, it is still possible to see how strong the original body is.
Without the help of a system to obtain all the knowledge of each stage of the physical Tao, Fang Shirong still did not fully understand the characteristics of the original supernatural power of flesh and blood clones.
According to his own knowledge of the Tao, he analyzed that for the clone to have such power, the original body must be half a step away from the realm of transcendence.
"What are you preparing for?" Fang Shirong thought. Now, after repeated contacts with Dijiu Chuantian, he had captured enough information and could already feel the existence of the real body behind Dijiu Chuantian.
He could feel the fatal aura coming from the other side.
Even Fang Shirong has already located the position of Zhang Shen behind the scenes.
Small universe!
"Hide in your own small universe. If others want to force their way in, they can only break the barrier of the small universe by force."
“Good idea.”
When two God Emperors of the same level fight, once they capture enough information about the other party, such as breath, flesh and blood, as long as the other party has not escaped into the depths of chaos, they can be found anywhere. It is just a matter of time.
As for the microcosm, it is impossible to sneak into it without mastering the original aura of the microcosm.
We can only attack by force!
This is no different from a head-on fight with a God Emperor.
"Just hiding in your little universe, what are you thinking about?"
Fang Shirong was wondering what the person behind the scenes was thinking.
He has collected enough information through his clones. As long as he stays in the Great Wilderness, he will definitely find the other party. Where the other party is is where the microcosm is.
What's the point of hiding then
What is the difference between attacking the microcosm and fighting directly
"Delaying time? It seems that he is indeed preparing something interesting." Fang Shirong grabbed his heart, and the fatal feeling became stronger and stronger.
"It's almost there, it's almost there, I can feel that your desire to kill me is no longer able to be suppressed."
"Come on, I'm waiting for you!"
The murderous intent in Fang Shirong's heart was already overflowing.
The more he fought and tested Dijiu Chuantian, the more he felt the other party's profound mastery of the physical way.
That is an understanding and mastery of the mysteries of the body that is not inferior to his, and even surpasses him in some aspects.
The more this happened, the stronger Fang Shirong's desire to kill Zhang Shen became.
Before he transcends, there is no need for a second being with such a profound understanding of the Tao to appear!
In the past, everyone was half a step away from transcendence, although they were fighting for the first position to transcend, fighting to the death.
But in terms of murderous intent, Fang Shirong was the worst towards Zhang Shen!
The reason for striving to be the first to transcend is that one does not want his fate to be controlled by other beings.
Killing Zhang Shen is to strive for transcendence!
On the same road, there can only be one transcendence!
What if Zhang Shen is not killed and is allowed to occupy the transcendent position
"Show me more, let me see what other tricks you have mastered." Fang Shirong kept attacking through the blood curtain, testing what tricks Dijiu Chuantian had mastered.
Fang Shirong knew very well that he was a resurrected being.
If the person behind the scenes is smart enough, he will definitely find a way to collect information about him.
And those God-Emperors who survived the bloody era must know a lot about the methods he possessed.
However, he knew nothing about the opponent, and the gap in intelligence had a huge impact on the outcome.
It's a good opportunity to get a glimpse of something from this clone in front of me.
After a while, Dijiu Chuantian understood Fang Shirong's plan.
This was exactly what he wanted.
The gap in information caused Fang Shirong to make a wrong judgment.
In fact, this is the best time to kill him, locate the microcosm, and force the main body into a decisive battle.
Now is the time when Fang Shirong has the greatest chance of winning.
Fifteen years have passed, and Zhang Shen is only one step away from achieving half-step transcendence.
It only takes some more time for Zhang Shen to achieve half a step of transcendence.
By then, having missed the best opportunity to systematically improve his physical knowledge and master all the knowledge from the mundane to half-step transcendence, Fang Shirong would definitely not be able to win the main body!
The Ninth Chuan Tian firmly believed this.