You have a good chance, I accept it.

They knew that the North Continent and the South Continent had deep resentment, but they didn't expect it to be so deep.

In the outside world, the peerless genius who was second to none and above ten thousand people was actually cursing like a mortal shrew here. Who wouldn't be shocked to see this?

They were constantly insulting each other, and at this moment, the outcome in the sky was gradually becoming clear.

Ye Lin held the Emperor Shang Blood Drinking Sword and looked coldly at Qin Hua, who was in tattered clothes and spitting blood.

"It seems that you are unlucky. Today, you are destined to die in my hands."

Ye Lin said in a slightly cold voice, and Qin Hua was not angry but laughed.

He looked at the long sword in his hand with some nostalgia, and finally waved his hand casually. The long sword made a series of mournful sounds, and finally turned into a stream of light and disappeared in the distant sky.

"I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of dying in a cowardly way and dying in an unclear way."

"And today, I have no regrets for dying under a strong man like you."

"It's just a pity that I can't see a wider world. What a pity, what a pity, Xuesha, promise me, go to a higher place and see more beautiful scenery."

After Qin Hua finished speaking, he took a deep look at Ye Lin in front of him, and finally closed his eyes. A decayed breath began to appear around him, and a dead air entangled him.

Looking at this scene, Ye Lin also sighed slightly in his heart.

As time passed, Qin Hua's body was completely devoid of vitality, his body gradually dissipated, and even his soul turned into nothingness.

In this situation where he was bound to die, Qin Hua did not choose to fight to the death, but chose to dissolve himself and perish.

Perhaps this is the most decent way to die for a top genius.

Seeing Qin Hua's death, Ye Lin also put away the Blood Drinking Sword of Emperor Shang.

"I hope my death can make the donor let go of the murderous intention in his heart."

On the other side, a blood hole appeared on Wenxin's chest, and blood continued to flow in the blood hole. He smiled faintly at Gu Dufeng in front of him, and finally lowered his eyebrows. The huge Buddha body just sat cross-legged in the void.

The Buddha body still bloomed with thousands of feet of brilliance, but it had long lost its vitality.

Buddhist disciples, fallen.

They are not the kind of people who are afraid of death. They are all upright Tianjiao, the pride of heaven.

They also have their own pride.

Absolute pride.

The death of Tianjiao is always so sad.

Seeking the Tao for thousands of years, and finally died on the road of seeking the Tao.

As the saying goes, if you hear the Tao in the evening, you will die in the morning.

The two top Tianjiaos fell.

Boom...

The next moment, the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and thunder flashed one after another, and the sound of thunder continued to resound throughout the sky.

As time passed, drops of rain fell.

This rain was not ordinary rain, but blood-red rain, and every drop of rain was blood-red.

The air was filled with sadness, and at this moment, it seemed as if the whole world was in sorrow.

"Blood rain from the sky, what happened?"

On the ground, the Tianjiao who were desperately comprehending the Dao rhyme were awakened by the strange phenomenon in the sky.

Some Tianjiao stretched out his hands with a blank face, looking at the drops of blood rain in his palms and couldn't help but murmur.

For some reason, a sense of sadness rose from the heart, and a tear flowed from the corner of his eye involuntarily.

"Blood rain from the sky, there is no master of heaven in this world, why can such a strange phenomenon happen?"

Some Tianjiao suddenly stood up and looked at the sky in confusion.

Blood rain from the sky is a strange phenomenon of heaven and earth, and it is the master of heaven. Generally, only when an absolutely great person falls can such a specification occur.