I picked up the scattered attributes

"No matter what your plans are, now that Master has taken action, you have no chance of survival—"

Before his consciousness was gradually overwhelmed by the Lord of Blood Demons, Xue Shisan heard Feng Xia's faint voice: "Lord of Blood Demons, it has been many years since we last met."

what's the situation?

Judging from this guy's tone, could it be...?

My thoughts stopped completely at this point.

The projection of the Lord of Blood Demons descended, and even if it was just a trace of his will, it was something Blood Thirteen could not withstand.

His own will fell into slumber at this moment, sinking into the deepest part of his soul, surrendering control of his physical body without reservation!

Lan Yuan and the others in the distance were completely stunned by the series of changes and stood frozen in place.

From the moment Xue Shisan made his move, to his forceful suppression by Feng Xia, and then to the astonishing Blood Lord's Blood Eye, the speed of the change was so fast that they were not prepared at all.

"Pfft... ah!"

One by one, the true gods fell with screams of agony, staring in utter horror at the bloodshot eye, their hearts filled with boundless fear.

The Lord of Blood Demons has descended; who can stand against him?

They couldn't even understand why the Lord of Blood Demons had suddenly descended upon them.

Then, they heard Feng Xia's cold laugh.

"Lord of the Blood Demons, it has been many years since we last met. Seeing that you are still alive and well fills me with both regret and excitement."

"Ok?"

The enormous blood-red eye suddenly paused, its gaze falling on Feng Xia, revealing a distinct hint of doubt.

Feng Xia was not using his original appearance, so even the projection of the Lord of the Blood Demons did not recognize him immediately.

But in the next instant, the words from Feng Xia's mouth caused that blood-red eye that stretched across the starry sky to suddenly narrow.

"Back then, I crippled the Lord of Gray Mist. Now, fellow Daoist, do you also want to come and die?"

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Chapter 1004

Almost no words can describe the terrifying sight of that bloodshot eye opening and closing.

When it opened, endless blood-red light shot out, like the most terrifying cosmic rays, easily eroding away uninhabited stars.

When the blood-red eyes close, it's as if the heavens are weeping and blood rain is falling, creating an apocalyptic scene everywhere!

If the sights created by the Lord of Gray Mist were eerie, then the various anomalies that appeared when the Lord of Blood Demon descended were utter terror.

The enormous blood-red eye suddenly contracted, and a terrifying blood-red light burst forth, oppressing people into hallucinations, causing their blood and qi to surge wildly, plunging them into a terrifying state of self-destruction.

"You are……"

Finally, a hoarse and strained voice rang out from that huge bloodshot eye!

Feng Xia's smile immediately became even brighter: "It seems that you have quite a short memory. Back then, you risked the heavy pressure of the Heavenly Dao to descend and try to rescue the Lord of Gray Mist, but you still failed at the last moment. How have you been these past years, Fellow Daoist Gray Mist?"

Bloodshot Eyes suddenly contracted again.

Whether it's her voice, appearance, or aura, Fuka is completely different from that person from back then.

However, when the old matter was brought up again, He finally remembered it.

How could He possibly forget what happened back then?

In particular, Ying Dao suffered a bizarre defeat and subsequently fell into a strange frenzy. He was vague about what happened when he disappeared, and even now, there is no sign of him returning to his peak condition!

What exactly happened is something even they cannot fathom.

The culprit behind all of this was Feng Xia, who mysteriously appeared and then mysteriously disappeared back then.

He severely injured Ying Daoyi, the Lord of the Gray Mist, and drove Ying Daoyi, the source of the strange phenomena, into a desperate situation, driving him into madness from which he has not yet recovered...

It is no exaggeration to say that even though He and Fengxia were enemies, it must be admitted that this was a feat worthy of being recorded in history!

However, no one outside the area ever knew this.

"Oh it's you."

The voice in the bloodshot eyes sounded as if it hadn't been spoken for a long time.

At first, he seemed quite hesitant, but after several sentences, he gradually returned to normal: "Who exactly are you?"

"Just an ordinary person passing by."

Feng Xia chuckled and waved his hand, saying leisurely, "Fellow Daoist Gui Xue, Fellow Daoist Hui Wu has already faced his tribulation. Are you prepared to follow in his footsteps?"

"You can hurt the gray fog, but you may not be able to hurt me."

The blood-red eye rapidly shrank, and a refined middle-aged figure condensed within the blood-red light. The shrunken blood-red eye flew over and disappeared into his brow, transforming into a narrow, bright red willow leaf.

The Lord of Bloodlust's voice was calm, even appearing elegant when he wasn't making a move. His voice was deep and slightly magnetic, which made people feel a sense of goodwill towards him: "Moreover, even the gray mist has not perished. Not long after you left, it invaded the fragments of the Imperial Court that you were protecting, and used the power there to recuperate."

In fact, many of Blood Thirteen's actions are largely imitations of the Lord of Blood Demons!

It's hard for ordinary people to imagine that the Blood Lord, who brought endless disasters to the Southern Star Region, would be such an elegant and graceful person.

Feng Xia's brow twitched suddenly.

As for the invasion of the Gray Mist Lord into the Imperial Court Fragment, which is also the Xuan Yuan World, although it made his heart sink slightly, it did not shake Feng Xia's mind.

That's just how history is.

He once impulsively wanted to change history, but in the end he found that his actions to change history were what truly made history what it is today!

Time flows from the past to the future, and what happened in the past is all part of history.

Even Feng Xia couldn't explain its mystery. It seemed to be a kind of reincarnation, but it was even more mysterious, elusive, and unpredictable than the so-called six realms of reincarnation!

"Oh?"

The Blood Lord, now a refined middle-aged man, looked at Feng Xia's calm expression with some surprise: "You should know what the consequences would be for a world invaded by the gray mist. Otherwise, you wouldn't have needed to risk your life to protect it."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Feng Xia: "But you don't seem surprised at all, not even a little bit sad? Then what was the point of your protection back then?"

Feng Xia was slightly taken aback.

A moment later, he suddenly grinned and revealed a bright smile.

You'll never understand.

What exactly are I protecting?

Feng Xia had also asked himself this question.

He once thought he was protecting Qianqiu Valley and fighting against a powerful enemy from Xuanwu Kingdom.

However, he later collaborated with Mo Lianque and even became the Holy National Preceptor of Xuanwu Kingdom, promoting the revival of heaven and earth and single-handedly creating a prosperous new era!

He once thought that he was protecting the human race of the Western Regions, but later, he encountered many people of different races among those he dealt with. Qing Lin was a demon, Yu Qianjue was a winged god, and so on.

Later, he felt that he was protecting the Xuan Yuan World.

As he walked this path, his thoughts were gradually becoming clearer.

"What I protect—"

"Now."

The past is the past.

Even though he witnessed, participated in, and created, he was ultimately just a passerby.

A solitary traveler wandering through the long river of time.

What he wants to protect is everything that is now.

Only now does it truly belong to him.

"Now?"

The Lord of Bloodlust was unaware of the situation, but after a brief silence, he calmly said, "Since you want to protect the Southern Heaven, I am not unwilling to back down. As long as we find something that has fallen into the Southern Heaven, I can withdraw my troops and never attack the Southern Heaven again."

The Blue Origin True God and the others in the distance almost all fainted from the enormous impact.

No one knows what's going on here.

Feng Xia raised his eyebrows and walked step by step toward the Lord of the Blood Demon.

He could naturally tell that the Lord of Blood was not present in his true form, but rather as a projection of power manifested through Blood Thirteen's body.

"What if I don't agree?"

Feng Xia asked with a half-smile.

"If you do not agree, Fellow Daoist, then the Southern Heaven shall perish."

"The Lord of the Blood Demons said slowly and deliberately."

He didn't sound like he was threatening me at all, but rather like he was stating a fact: "I am different from the Gray Mist. If I use my full strength, I will not leave any openings."

"What are you looking for?"

Feng Xia suddenly spoke up again and asked.

The Lord of Bloodlust's expression remained largely unchanged as he casually replied, "The Arena of Life and Death, the place where the Underworld Emperor attained enlightenment."