Chapter 137: The Past of the Red Mansion

Tang Dynasty glanced at Sima and the others who rushed over, he summoned the giant sword, and flew directly towards the Red Mansion after stepping on it. And Sima and the others who rushed in could only follow behind the Tang Dynasty. Sure enough, looking at the figure of the Tang Dynasty, the huge bloody face was uncertain.

"Damn it, boy, you ruined my four puppets. Bloody face roared at Tang Dynasty.

"Who knew your toys were so fragile. Tang Chao shrugged his shoulders and said.

At this moment, the dark clouds on the blood pool had turned as black as ink, and the thunder and lightning that fell each time were several feet thick. The huge blood dragon is still fighting against thunder and lightning. The dark red scale armor had broken a lot, and it had become a blur of flesh and blood. Even though the Heavenly Thunder was blocked by the Blood Dragon and did not fall, as time passed, the huge pressure had made it extremely difficult for the people fighting below. Fortunately, it was not only people who were affected, but also a few ancestors.

Just when the Tang Dynasty was about to participate in the battle with the yin and yang sword that flashed with thunder, almost all the ancestors attacked with all their might, jumped out of the siege, and returned to the edge of the blood pool. There was only one ancestor who didn't react, and that was the ancestor of the Lu family who fought with the blood-colored cloak. At this moment, there were already three people on the blood-colored cloak fighting against Lu Lao Zu, but the three of them were wearing cloaks and did not show their faces. The man with the broken cloak and hat was also wearing a mask. However, the Tang Dynasty always felt that there seemed to be some familiarity.

"Damn, you ant, you've infested my puppet. The bloody face suddenly yelled in the direction of Lu Laozu.

"It's your luck that the emperor can take a fancy to your things. One of the blood-colored cloaks said. As soon as his words fell, the figure of the ancestor of the Lu family froze, and he stiffened. Although it was only for a short moment, a pair of pale hands were still pressed on his heavenly spirit. The next moment, the ancestor of the Lu family let out a miserable scream, and the blood light on his body continued to surge towards the hand pressed on the heavenly spirit.

"Damn ants, let go of your lowly hands. Bloodface growled.

It's a pity that the man didn't pay attention, and almost in a few breaths, the body of the ancestor of the Lu family dried up. Just before the last bit of blood on his skin disappeared, his entire body exploded. The huge explosion force directly blew all three people out. However, the three figures did not stop, and flew directly into the distance. Just after the blood mist of the explosion dissipated, an illusory figure appeared there.

"Old friends, I'm gone now. For the first time, I felt that dying was a kind of happiness. The illusory figure waved his hand, and after saying that, turned and floated towards the sky. Gradually, the wind blew, and the phantom slowly faded and disappeared.

Tang Dynasty and the others got together, but no one dared to chase to the edge of the blood pool and continue to hunt and kill the remaining seven ancestors.

"Alas, the hero I, in the end, even if he died, he had to be trapped in his body. "Old man Feng, Feng Qingyang carried a sword, looked at the place where the ancestor of the Lu family disappeared and said. Immediately he noticed the Tang Dynasty, this little guy who could make that evil thing look at it, and even sent an ancestor to catch it, and never came back in the end, it didn't seem to be so simple. Seeing Tang Chao fall into deep thought, he asked, "Little friend, is there anything wrong?"

"Ah, Senior Feng, I'm sorry, the kid just thinks that the three people just now are a little familiar. Tang Chao was stunned for a moment, and then replied.

"It's not a good type, their aura is not right, and they are not normal cultivators. And judging from the final method, the puppet that can absorb the blood demon must also be blood cultivation. If you encounter it in the future, you should be more careful. Poof......" Feng Qingyang finished speaking, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Seniors. Tang Chao hurriedly held the shaking wind Qingyang, and then raised his hand to his back, intending to help him heal.

"No, it's useless. Feng Qingyang waved his hand. "At the time of the First World War, in fact, the old man was injured. As a result, after the war, the injury was difficult to stop, and even the cultivation did not move forward, and he fell. If the cultivation falls, it should have died a long time ago. The old man relied on the protection of the Linglong Pagoda to survive until now. This time I came out, and I can't go back. But the old man still has something to explain, otherwise the old man will not be blind. ”

"Senior, please speak. Tang Chao glanced around, his bloody face had sunk into the blood pool, and the seven ancestors stood on top of the blood pool. Seeing that there was no danger, he said.

"This blood demon is recorded in the Feng family's secret records. When the ancestor of the Feng family came to this space, he found the Linglong Tower, and by chance, the ancestor entered it. I didn't expect to get a big boost. Since then, more and more people have gathered here. Because of the limited number of places at a time, more people can't get in. The ancestor of the Jia family led people to establish a station, and later this station became bigger and bigger and became a city. Because of the gold condensation technique practiced by the ancestors of the Jia family at that time, it was named Jinling City. And our ancestor of the Feng family stayed with the Feng family, because it was the first Feng family to enter, so it became the maintenance family here. In fact, what many people don't know is that there is a huge hidden danger here. Some of those who die in battle are suddenly resurrected. Later, after investigating for a long time, I found that there was a pool of blood under the Linglong Tower. But even if you find it, you still can't get close. The ancestor led people to seal this place and became the forbidden place of the Feng family. However, people are not as good as heaven, and they are considered to be the treasure of the Feng family. The seal was broken, and those who broke in were dead and resurrected. ”

"Ahem......" Feng Qingyang coughed lightly twice, and a few small pieces of internal organs appeared in the palm of his hand. He smiled faintly and continued: "That battle, it can be said that there were heavy losses. Constantly people were killed, but soon they were resurrected, and they were still the other person's people. In the end, it was the Linglong Pagoda that made a move, and a golden light fixed the pool of blood. All those who were killed were no longer resurrected, and gradually subsided. Later, the ancestor tried to communicate with the Linglong Pagoda many times, and even did not hesitate to cross the border to find the part above the tower. However, it is a pity that he found the upper realm, only to find that the upper part was only dozens of zhang high that had been cut off. The only gain was to find three words, Linglong and Li. When he returned, he found that the interval between the opening of the Linglong Pagoda was getting longer and longer. He guessed it was too much energy being consumed. ”

Feng Qingyang took a few breaths, and his breath was a lot weaker. He continued: "In desperation, the Ancestor found the Ancestor of the Twelve Families, intending to strengthen the seal again, and sealed the seal in the Twelve Tokens respectively. With the token of the Feng family as the array, the family guards one piece. It's just that when it was sealed again, something went wrong. He broke free, and in desperation, the Twelve Ancestors took their bodies as a formation and never came out again. Although the Twelve Families received the Twelve Tokens, many of the secrets were lost. The Linglong Pagoda was also changed into a red mansion by later generations. Tens of thousands of years later, as the next generation passes, fewer and fewer people know these secrets. Old man, this time I have something to ask for. ”