Thinking of that Heavenly Cave Sect Master, Yu Ling couldn't help but think about it.

A person who has been unknown for a long time, ranked at the bottom, and has been oppressed by his peers, a person who has lost his lover and was used by the master, a person who has watched the collapse of the sect and can't even find the bones of his senior brother, what kind of obsession did he rely on to persist for three thousand years?

According to Yu Ling's understanding of Zhao Lan, this person does not have too deep feelings for the Heavenly Cave Sect, let alone any lofty sense of responsibility for the sect, there are only three people he cares about, his master, his Wan'er, and his senior brother.

But Duan Hairong deceived him, betrayed him, and tried in vain to devour his Dao Xuan body, and Lu Chunwan and Wu Qing also died early. It can be said that in this world, Zhao Lan no longer has any people who are concerned and nostalgic.

The only driving force that governs him to live and continue to cultivate desperately is hatred, hatred that has been solidified and precipitated day and night.

Yes, this is an unscrupulous and costless avenger, Yu Ling should have thought of it a long time ago.

Moreover, the once prosperous Tianxue Sect was turned upside down in an instant, and it became a lost dog, and there are definitely not a few people who have the same deep hatred as Zhao Lan.

The dead are gone, but the living are awake to endure even more painful suffering.

But Yu Ling also had a few brief conversations with Zhao Lan, and he was sure that Zhao Lan was in a very calm state and did not show any signs of madness.

This only shows that he already has a grand revenge plan, and the chances of success are not low.

This plan Yu Ling has no way of knowing for the time being, but the crazy and chaotic atmosphere in front of him makes him infinitely vigilant, maybe from this moment on, Zhao Lan's plan has officially kicked off.

"Let's go down and take a look, no matter what's behind it, it's always going to surface. Tang Mingkuo's expression was still as faint as water, but a trace of worry flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Because although he was not afraid of the many masters in the land of inheritance, Zhao Lan was something he had to guard against.

Everyone didn't know how long it would take to reach the bottom, but the area of the surrounding floating islands was obviously shrinking gradually, and it was estimated that it was getting closer and closer to the bottom of the cave.

Yu Ling had been counting silently, and by the time he reached the ninety-fourth floor, he could already see the bottom through the edge of the floating island.

It was a sea of deep red and almost black, because it was a bit shabby to describe it as a lake.

Although the section of the entire cave shows a parabolic pattern with the opening upward, similar to the shape of "\_/", even the area at the bottom is more than 3,000 square kilometers.

If it is placed on a map with a large scale, it may be just a small dot, but after all, it should be considered that Yuling and the others are in close contact with this red and black sea, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is boundless.

Yu Ling counted the several layers of floating islands under his feet, and in total, the entire artificial cave actually created ninety-eight floating islands, and the bottom islands were no longer divided into six branches, but merged into one, quietly floating on the vast sea, with many scattered heavenly and earthly treasures emitting a glimmer of light.

Even if the speed of Yu Ling and the others was fast enough, many martial artists took risks and directly came to the minus ninety-eight floating island at the speed of jumping off the building, and at this moment there were already hundreds of people fighting on the island in the dark.

But "jumping off the building" is risky after all, there are definitely not only so many people who jumped down just now, if you say this, the other warriors who disappeared should have fallen into the sea of blood?

"This ocean has a strange and rich blood. Tang Mingkuo frowned and glanced at the sea of blood with fear.

"What are those spikes on the sea?" Murong Xin'er noticed something strange with her sharp eyes.

I saw that between the ups and downs of the sea, some black sharp cones were faintly revealed, shining with a metallic luster.

"I'll see. Yu Ling carefully spread out a wisp of soul power, spreading down a certain sharp cone.

When this trace of soul power was immersed in the sea of blood, an indescribable cold aura suddenly enveloped Yu Ling, it was a temperatureless coldness, and it was also a lifeless silence, if I had to describe it, it was the feeling of death, which was diametrically opposed to all living beings.

Yu Ling's soul power quickly dissipated, like a handful of salt sprinkled into clear water, and the resistance in the sea of blood became greater and greater, just after diving ten meters, this soul power completely disappeared.

Yu Ling increased his output unbelievingly, almost running eighty percent of his soul power, and finally sank to a depth of about three hundred meters with difficulty.

He saw a dull, uneven shadow, like a behemoth lying in the middle of the sea. It's hard to say how vast it is, it seems that the sea of blood is as wide as it is.

Those black spikes grew on the body of the huge black shadow, but what shocked Yu Ling the most was that there was a vesicle with a diameter of five meters at the bottom of the tip of the cone, which was filled with blood-red filaments, they were constantly twisting and changing, exuding an incomparably rich death qi, even if Yu Ling's soul power was far away, it was still rapidly dissolving in the terrifying erosion.

But he was not shocked by the dead air, but by the figure wrapped in some of the vesicles.

In Yu Ling's field of vision, there were at least dozens of martial artists who were sealed inside the vesicles, and they seemed to have fallen into the deepest sleep, not noticing the passage of vitality at all, but their expressions were very peaceful.

This is undoubtedly an astonishing discovery, and if anyone else can see this, they will definitely react instantly, this is a huge trap!

Yu Ling was about to withdraw his soul power, but a faint fluctuation was transmitted from a distance with difficulty, turning into two words: "Save ...... I ......"

This smell seems familiar?

Yu Ling was stunned for a moment, and suddenly reacted, this seems to be a member of the Blood Bat Clan?

He moved over a little by little, just a few hundred meters away, but he almost exhausted Yuling's strength, but fortunately he borrowed some soul power from the Yin God in time, otherwise he really couldn't support it.

Sure enough, a bunch of blood bats are trapped in a vesicle, and they can't regain their freedom even as they frantically pound against the membrane.

"Pei Mo?" Yu Ling sensed that the other party was a cultivator in the early stage of Gu Yuan, and only the Great Elder Pei Mo of the entire Blood Bat Clan was in this realm.

The blood bat that Pei Mo turned into couldn't help but pause, his voice was full of exhaustion and despair: "Master, you must be careful, this place is too weird, I can only keep this state in order to prevent life from leaking out, but for half a month, I have not been able to escape......"

"How did you get sealed in vesicles?" asked Yu Ling, hurrying to the moment.

"I was teleported to the vicinity of the Heavenly Cave at the beginning, and after wandering around for a while, I really couldn't help but want to come in and explore the mystery, but when I was competing with those heavenly and earthly treasures, there was an incomparably terrifying suction force that suddenly erupted here, and I couldn't resist it at all, and I was sucked into the sea of blood with a pop, and I was pierced through my body by a sharp cone, and I almost lost consciousness. ”

"Thankfully, I was transformed into my original form at the last minute, and although I was still ingested into the vesicle, I didn't die in a coma......," Pei Mo smiled bitterly.

In this way, those martial artists who were sucked into the abyss were all sealed in vesicles at this moment?

Yu Ling groaned for two seconds, then simply used the little soul power he had left, and slammed into the membrane of the vesicle, but the latter did not move at all, but instead shocked Yu Ling to a dizzy head.

"No, I'll have to find a way to get you out, and conventional means don't seem to be able to penetrate the vesicles at all. Yu Ling felt that things were far more troublesome than she had imagined.

This sea of blood obviously can't be directly touched, after all, soul power will be corroded, let alone flesh and blood, unless...... The Gnature King was willing to help him fight the dead air.

"Did you find anything else?" asked Yu Ling finally.

Although Pei Mo was a little disappointed, he also knew that this film looked fragile, but it was actually tough to the point of perversion, so he quickly adjusted his mentality and sighed: "I don't know...... I just feel that this is like a huge monster, and the reason why the Heavenly Cave regularly erupts with momentum and suction seems to be due to its breath and breath. ”