Chapter 1362: Seek

The ruthless escape left the hidden dangers and did not give Fang Bai a chance to breathe, the sage pressed down again.
With no known origin or purpose, such a sage is the most terrible.
Huang Yan's battle was insignificant. Fang Bai ignored it. The island could not stay any longer. Where should he go next?
At this moment, the most important thing is to ask the saint. Thinking of finding a place to ask the saint before making a plan, Fang Bai remembered the Eight Holy Gates entrance.
Are there saints at the bottom of the dead lake? How does it exist?
What Lan Changyu didn't know, there must be another mystery, Fang Bai was curious and wanted to go to the Ba Shengmen.
It is dangerous to meet the saints now, but Fang Bai firmly believes that even if there are really saints in the Eight Holy Doors, there must be some trouble.
When you find the saint, you can solve some mysteries, Fang Bai thinks he should go and see.
It matters a lot. Fang Bai found the old road. Who knew that the old road knew nothing about it? This made Fang Bai even more confused and determined to see what happened.
Send everyone into the tripod, determine the direction, and gallop east.
The journey to Dongyu is a long way away, but now Fang Bai's speed is terrible. His blink of an eye is dozens of miles away, as if a meteor crossed the sky and disappeared as soon as it came into view.
Sky in the waters, Zhan Wushuang, Luo Xuan hurried across, and God's consciousness swept towards an island, falling close to the void.
More than thirty figures came out from everywhere, looking at the eyes of the two men, with anxiety in their hearts.
Zhan Wushuang glanced at the crowd, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Why don't you see the Elder Zhan?"
Zhan Xiaoxiao whispered: "Elder Zhan was seriously injured and should go back."
"should?"
Zhan Wushuang was very dissatisfied with this answer, and then looked at the somber faces of everyone, sighing inwardly, and asked, "What the is going on, what is the old way?"
"He seems to be okay." Zhan Ling pumped his face lightly, seeming to think of the earth-shattering blow, with a lingering fear.
"All right?"
Zhan Wushuang's complexion immediately became difficult to look at. Looking back at Luo Xuan, the latter's complexion was even heavier.
To this day, it seems that everything is doomed, and no one can stop Fang Bai.
Someone secretly regretted it, knowing that it should be followed in the old days, and it will not be reduced to where it is today.
Looking at the stunned crowd, Luo Xuan exclaimed, "What are you doing with a hard face? We can't deal with him, and someone can deal with him."
Zhan Wushuang wondered at Luo Xuan, who spit out two words, "Sage!"
saint!
Everyone was horrified and looked up at Luo Xuan. There was only quasi-sanity in the recklessness and no sage. This is a common understanding.
But what Luo Xuan said will never be a quasi-sage, it must be a true saint.
Is there really a saint in recklessness?
The crowd was unbelievable, and even the Warriors were unbelievable.
"Is there a saint?"
Zhan Wushuang's expression was agitated, his voice was trembling, no matter where the saint came from, he could prove one thing, and there was a way to ask the holy.
Finding saints means finding the way to ask saints, how many reincarnations, dreaming about, and finally seeing a glimmer of hope.
"Ok!"
Luo Xuan emphasized, "But don't be too optimistic, things are more complicated than you think."
Zhan Wushuang understands it a bit. Zhan Wushuang's mercilessness and Luo Xuan's stay in the quasi-sage are enough to explain.
But this was his only chance. He had to try it anyway. Zaimousou was tired of reincarnation again and again. God knew which time he was out of the pool and his soul was gone.
Warriors are fed up!
"Find him now!" Zhan Wushuang did not hesitate.
"Good!" A flash of light flashed in Luo Xuan's eyes, and he turned to look at the crowd, "What about you?"
Everyone looked at each other. Do they have any other choice?
In case of encountering Fang Bai, wouldn't it be a dead end?
"I'll wait to follow Elder Luo."
"Okay!" Luo Xuan laughed. "I won't let you down. You can start when time is tight."
The voice fell, the streamers rose up, and flew eastward.
Suddenly, a stream of light passed across the vast sea and fell towards an island, which was extremely ruthless.
Blood stained a red shirt, a step was taken, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, and his face was pale as paper.
"Old way! Fang Bai!"
His voice was extremely cold, and his bones were cold and cold. He was wounded in the hands of the ancient Tao twice. He never snatched the hope of refining Tianding. How could he not hate it?
Sitting cross-legged, taking two pills, a blush appeared on the relentless face, and it was only a long time before he opened his eyes.
call!
Changshu breathed a sigh of coldness in his relentless eyes, "My husband wants you all to die! Let you know how terrible the saints are!"
Looking up to the west, my murderous eyes are full of awe!
Three days later, Zhan relentlessly left the island and headed west.
Relentless and Luo Xuan are all looking for saints, but they are moving in two completely different directions!
Absurd, calm, and abnormal, evading blood for several years to become active. In that year, the quasi-sacred search was overwhelming, and Xue Ming was taken aback, and finally he eased over and started the crazy killing. It seems to make up for the losses in these years.
"These people are really rubbish!"
In the land filled with blood, the cold voice sounded, the blood slowly appeared, the face was full of disdain, the higher the cultivation, the stronger the blood, the better the effect of cultivation.
Xueming is helpless. Now that the savage quasi-sage is born, he doesn't want to take risks.
"It's almost there, it's coming!"
The blood-red eyes shone with excitement, and they were about to break through that step. They would no longer have to hide in Tibet.
The sky flew past, and a city emerged in the distance. The eyes were extremely cold and murmured, "This is it."
The blood was spreading, the sky was blood red, and it spread for dozens of miles in an instant. The people in the city looked astounded, I wonder what happened.
As the blood light slowly approached and the atmosphere filled, people in the city suddenly felt sick and unbearable, the blood was irritable, and their heads were dizzy.
"what is this?"
People suddenly think of the legend that has been circulating for many years. Is it the demon?
Hahahaha!
The blood came, as if a cloud of blood floated over the city, a blood-red figure emerged, the eyes stared down, and the towering majesty pressed down.
"Okay!" Xueming laughed. "Although it's a little garbage, but fortunate enough, the old man has waited too long."
boom!
The people in the city panicked in an instant, and they rushed around, shouting and crying echoing in every corner of the city.
Hahahaha!
!!
Xueming laughed madly: "Call it, call it all. The old man loves to listen to this kind of sorrow. The boiling blood works best. Come to the old man!"
Suddenly, Hongyun began to writhe, covering the entire city at once, and then slowly pressing it down.
Bang Bang!
Someone just evacuated and wanted to escape. He was immediately enveloped by a cloud of blood, his body burst apart, his blood was bursting, and he fell into the cloud of fire before he landed.
"it is good!"
Xueming laughed wildly, the red clouds quickly pressed down, air permeated, and every figure exploded, fresh blood was sucked in by the blood clouds.
Ahhhh!
Screams came and went, echoing in every corner of the city, gathered together, straight into the sky.
At this time, if the city was stunned by Shura Hell, everyone ran and mourned, but couldn't hide a laugh.
Laughing arrogantly, Laughing lazily, Laughing indifferently to life!
"Come to the old man!"
The sounds spread, countless blood rays converge towards the cloud of blood, blood immersed in the center, the momentum of the whole body slowly began to rise, and the momentum of the peak of the situation rose sharply!
"Not enough, go on!"
Suddenly, tens of thousands of people died into the red cloud, and it was red, as if there were countless grieving souls mourning and praying.
Hahahaha!
Xueming's long hair flew, her momentum soared, and her blood-red eyes were extremely excited.
"Come! All come to help the husband, the legendary history has your credit, the husband will not forget!"
Bang Bang!
The blood mist exploded, dissipated invisibly, bones were horribly horrible, and less than a quarter of an hour before, at least 150,000 people died of tragic death.
These people are not high, and some are even ordinary people who cannot practice, but at this time, no one can escape the calamity.
boom!
The blood violently erupted, and the howling rushed into the clouds. "The old man finally did it!"
Zhunsheng, Xueming has been running around for so many years, hiding, and finally breaking through Zhunsheng!
The lofty sentiments, the life of Cang Cang, the red clouds rolling, becoming more and more fierce.
Senran's eyes looked down at the crowd in the city, and he said coldly: "To commemorate this great moment, your husband has licensed you to contribute to your husband."
boom!
Hongyun tumbling into the city, scattered around every corner, screaming and exploding.
Looking at it from afar, the red clouds rolled, the sky was a blood red, the wind was blowing, and it spread to hundreds of miles, terrible!
Somewhere in the eastern region, somewhere along the southern coastline, a stream of light flew from a distant sky, which is exactly what Fang Bai has been flying for nearly a year.
Ascension of the realm, the speed soars, as if melting into the heavens and the earth, due to the mind, the body arrives.
Less than a year later, the speed of returning to the Eastern Region was terrifying.
Looking down at the East Land, Fang Bai was in a mixed mood. "I'm back again!"
A firm gaze looked into the distance, where was the direction of the Eight Holy Gates.
"Sage? Let me see the strength of the saint!"
Quickly passing through the void, toward the Eight Holy Gates.
A day later, Fang Bai frowned, fighting several times, and Dongyu was wounded, but it would not be the case now.
Some dead places, a dead silence, reminded Fang Bai of a person, bloody!
Over the years, how many sins have been committed by Xueming, Bingyuan Canyon escaped to death, bringing such a heavy loss to the barbarity.
In front of the white to live, there is no time to care about blood, but now different, we must not let the blood to continue.
The killing in his eyes appeared, and he glanced in the direction of the Eight Holy Gates, and turned to follow the trail of blood.
Half a month later, Fang Bai stopped over a city. There was no sound, bones scattered, I don't know how many thousands.
"Damn!"
The murderous intention rose, Xueming turned out to be so cruel and addictive to killing.