Netherworld Hell, endless sea of blood, anyone who heard this name suddenly turned pale and terrible, and they couldn't stop worrying. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

According to ancient legends, the underworld refers to the underworld, and legend has it that there are eighteen layers of hell in the underworld, with a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, cutting meat and removing bones, and frying in an oil pan, which is extremely terrifying.

Later, an endless sea of blood was born in it, setting off monstrous blood waves all day long, and the resentment rushed to the nine heavens, which was the most terrifying place in the Three Realms.

The Netherworld Hell itself had already shocked the world, and now with the endless sea of blood, Fang Lin's words sounded like a thunderbolt in everyone's ears.

"How can this be the Netherworld Blood Sea! Even the Netherworld Hell and the Endless Blood Sea are legends, how can they become reality!"

"I've just been promoted to the Yuan Shen Realm, and I still have to go back to the Dao Sect to inherit the position of elder, I don't want to die here!"

"Hahaha, the Netherworld Blood Sea, it's really the Netherworld Blood Sea, look at the monstrous blood waves around here, doesn't it look like an endless blood sea?"

Whether it was a cultivator who had entered the Dao Realm or a powerhouse of the Yuan Shen Realm, no one could maintain absolute calm about the sea of blood in front of them.

The earth-shattering waves of blood whistling in their ears, the smell of blood was vaguely smelled, and everyone was on the shell of the turtle, as if they were on a cruise ship in the sea of blood.

Where lies ahead, and where is it going? No one can predict.

"Then what are we going to do now? are we going to sit still?" asked Dongmen in a deep voice.

This is definitely not something that Mu Chengen, Sikong Zheng and others can accept, they just want to leave the Netherworld Island with all their might, how can they sit and wait for death?

The hundreds of cultivators of the Yuan God Realm, the Dao Realm and the Ascension Realm standing behind him just silently looked at Mu Chengen and the others, in their eyes, if there is one person who can stand up and break the current situation, that person must be Mu Chengen Undoubtedly, who makes him the only one in the Hidden Dragon Realm who is powerful in the world, it is the supreme powerhouse of the dominant side!

Heavenly Destiny's face was solemn, and his prediction technique did not react at all, as if he could cut off his Heavenly Prediction Technique in this strange place.

"Is there any connection between the Dinghai Divine Bead, the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and the Netherworld Blood Sea?" Fang Lin shrugged his head and muttered.

Mu Chengen's expression was very serious, and he vaguely felt that there seemed to be a divine mind watching in this netherworld blood sea, like a hunter watching over his prey.

Who is it? Zhao Gongming, the red mole Taoist, or something else?

"That's right, Fang Lin!" Mu Chengen's eyes flashed with a light, as if he remembered something, and continued: "Two days ago, I saw an illusion in the sealing spirit bead. ”

"Sealing Spirit Beads?" Fang Lin frowned, what was that.

That day, I saw an illusion inside the spirit bead, and there were four Taoists besieging an old man, among whom the Taoist was Zhao Gongming, the red mole Taoist, and the old man was called the Styx Ancestor, and he was holding the two peerless fierce swords in his hands, as if they were called Yuantu and Ah Nose Sword!" Mu Chengen said the illusion he saw in the Dinghai Divine Bead that day.

"Styx Ancestor, Yuan Tu, Ah Nose Sword, are there any other things, such as who are the other three Daoists? It seems that the four of them can't defeat Styx Ancestor, right?"

According to the legend of the gods on the earth, the Styx Ancestor is a peerless powerhouse in the middle stage of the quasi-saint, and Zhao Gongming is just a cultivator at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and the two cannot be said to be the same at all.

Even if there are four Daoists joining forces at the same time, I am afraid that they are not the opponents of the Styx Ancestor, after all, those who can join forces with Zhao Gongming are at least their cultivation at the same level.

The realm of quasi-saints is second only to the legendary saints, not to mention the four Great Luo Golden Immortals, even the ten Great Luo Golden Immortals may not have beaten the Styx Ancestors.

Mu Chengen nodded and said: "That's right, those four people are not the opponents of the Styx Ancestor, but they have four quaint long swords, and the timing can make the heavens and the earth change color, and the sun and the moon will not shine." ”

"Four quaint long swords, could it be the four swords of the Immortals?" Fang Lin suddenly reacted.

"By the way, it seems that one of them is named Duobao, and Zhao Gongming seems to be looking forward to him. Mu Chengen added.

Duo Bao, Duo Bao, Duo Bao Dao Man, the eldest disciple of the sect leader of the sect of Tongtian, is one person below and above ten thousand people.

Fang Lin reacted instantly, the illusion Mu Chengen saw might be real, maybe it had a lot to do with the environment they were currently in.

"Hey, why are you all looking at me like this?"

Sikong Zheng, Tianfangzi, Xuan Zhenzi, and Ma Hengdao's eyes seemed to see Fang Lin through, and even the body and soul had to be seen clearly.

"Just now Master Mu said that he saw four quaint long swords in the illusion of the Dinghai Divine Pearl, if I remember correctly, it was the four different sword intents that erupted from your body that caused all the layers of dungeons to merge together to form the current situation. How do you explain this?" shouted Sikong Zheng.

"Who the hell are you?" a cold light bloomed between Gen Mako's eyes.

Ma Hengdao moved a few steps sideways, appeared between Fang Lin and Xuan Zhenzi, and said in a deep voice: "Who dares to make a move on the other brother!"

Murong Zhen and Dongmen Duantian were suddenly confused, what was the matter, as if in an instant, these Yuan Shen Zhenren who had a good relationship with Fang Lin were going to be unfavorable to him.

"What are you going to do here?" Mu Chengen was also shocked by the sudden change, in his opinion, Fang Lin was the person who was most likely to break the seal, and it was impossible for him to let others hurt him.

Sikong Zheng explained the reason in a deep voice, focusing on the seal in Fang Lin Zhihai, as well as the four powerful sword intents contained in his body.

"There is a hidden immortal divine thought in the Dinghai Divine Bead, which can instantly devour or even destroy the Yuan Shen, but it will not invade Fang Lin!"

Mu Chengen looked back at Fang Lin coldly and asked, "Is what he said true?"

"I've already made it clear what I should have said, I don't have anything to explain again!"

Fang Lin's tone was very indifferent, he was not afraid at all what these Yuan Shen True Beings would do to him, after all, in Mu Chengen's eyes, he was the only person who could break the seal.

There was a dead silence all of a sudden, only the sound of the whistling blood waves, and after a while, the Son of Heaven broke the silence.

"Since everyone doubts you, there's only one way to prove yourself!"

"What method?" Fang Lin asked.

"Blood Sacrifice!"

Fang Lin gasped, of course he knew the meaning of the blood sacrifice, which was to use his own blood as an introduction to summon spiritual weapons and even the divine thoughts of the strong.

Seeing Xie Wuji's figure move, a sharp sword light flashed from Fang Lin's arm, and suddenly drops of blood fell on the turtle shell at Fang Lin's feet.

"The body of this divine turtle is extremely huge, and it must have been a powerful person in the world during his lifetime, so he must have left a trace of divine thought, and it is best to use it for blood sacrifice. ”

Xie Wuji's sword was so fast that it galloped like lightning, and Ma Hengdao didn't have time to resist it.

"Although the turtle is long, there is still a time!" a void thought suddenly remembered in everyone's hearts.

When Fang Lin's blood seeped into the turtle shell, a faint light emitted from everyone's feet, like a sparse starlight, dotted together.

Suddenly, a majestic figure gradually emerged from the void, and those eyes were full of vicissitudes, as if they had experienced too many stories.

In the eyes of everyone, this person seems to be a majestic turtle, as if he is holding heaven and earth on all four legs, looking at the heavens and all worlds like an ancient god's mansion.

"I've been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, did you summon me?"