Chapter 488 Into the Sea of Ink and Blood

The Seven Ancient Clans gradually multiplied, and eventually this blood-colored lake became a forbidden place for the Southern Wu Clan, and was named the Sea of Ink Blood!

The Sea of Ink Blood is cold and damp all year round, and there is an evil aura that makes people lose their minds. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIn addition, there are countless resentful spirits sleeping in the Sea of Ink Blood. If someone breaks into the slumber of these spirits, they tear them apart and devour them, and then continue to sleep.

For thousands of years, countless people have stepped into the sea of ink blood and never came out again. The number of resentful spirits in the sea is also increasing......

It wasn't until thirty years ago that a person with a great talent for spiritual power appeared in Nanwu, and it only took him a few years to learn all the spells of Nanwu. Later, this person entered the Sea of Ink Blood, and a year later, this person not only walked out of the Sea of Ink Blood, but also cultivated to a great progress. It wasn't until later, after the entire Southern Witch deliberated, that he appointed this person as the guardian of the Ink Blood Sea, and his name was Wulong.

At this moment, the witch dragon was sitting cross-legged in the depths of the sea of ink and blood filled with blood mist, and around him, countless resentful spirits were surrounding, and a trace of black strange aura was emanating from the resentful spirit's body, and then slowly penetrated into his heavenly spirit land. If anyone could recognize this strange black aura at this time, they must be horrified. Because this black strange aura is the aura of resentful spirits, also known as the breath of the undead.

Wu Long, he is actually absorbing the aura of resentful spirits!

Just as Li Feng stepped within ten zhang of the sea of ink blood, countless resentful spirits at the bottom of the sea screamed in unison, and there was a thick excitement and a trace of cruel bloodlust in their shouts. The witch dragon, who was sitting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes slightly, and then slowly closed them again.

"Another thing that doesn't know whether to live or die!" the witch dragon sneered inwardly, and then continued to absorb the spirit of resentment. He was used to situations like this, and he didn't bother to bother. Because this breath of a living person is the delicacy of those bloodthirsty resentful spirits, I am afraid that before I can give an order, the intruder will be devoured by the resentful spirits.

Sea of Ink Blood.

Li Feng stood lightly on the shore, looking at the resentful spirits floating in front of him, but his heart was shocked.

Every resentful spirit in this sea of ink and blood is the embodiment of a life.

And these countless resentful spirits, I don't know how many lives are alive?

It is not an exaggeration to say that this place is a human purgatory in the Demon Desolation Ancient Realm.

According to the number of resentful spirits, there are not 100 billion, but 10 billion.

The fog on the surface of the sea became thicker and more humid, and the resentful spirits hovering on the surface of the sea still screamed. Wu Long's brow furrowed, and he slowly opened his eyes, as he sensed that something seemed to be different today. In the past, once an outsider broke in, it would hardly take less than a stick of incense to silence these resentful spirits again, but today the resentful spirits screamed and screamed for an hour, and in the screams of the resentful spirits, a thick fear was revealed, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Wu Long's mouth, and he chuckled, "I want to see what kind of person can make the spirits fearful." After saying that, Wu Long waved his right hand, grabbed a resentful spirit beside him in the air, and pointed at the center of the resentful spirit's eyebrows, and in the trembling and exclamation of the resentful spirit, Wu Long saw a man in black sitting cross-legged on the shore, meditating with his eyes closed. Just as Wu Long looked at the man in black, the man in black seemed to be slightly aware of it, raised his head and slowly opened his eyes.

The witch dragon let out a startled sigh, grabbed a resentful spirit again, and looked at the man in black again.

The man in black frowned, turned into thunder, and shouted: "Get out! Don't come to provoke Xiao!"

Wu Long's face changed, and when he was about to send out his thoughts, the resentful spirit in his hand suddenly collapsed, and it seemed that to the resentful spirit, the voice of the man in black was the supreme heavenly power and will.

The person in Tsing Yi was Li Feng, and when he closed his eyes to breathe, he seemed to feel that a pair of eyes were constantly spying on him. When he let out a loud shout, the strange feeling seemed to disappear completely.

Li Feng's shouting turned into a monstrous roar, and it spread far away in the rolling blood mist.

The screaming of the wraiths suddenly stopped, and a slight sound of breaking water suddenly came from the sea. When the black shadow walked in front of Li Feng's eyes, Li Feng finally saw that the person who came was a middle-aged man with witch talisman pictograms painted on his upper body!

It's the witch dragon.

"Who is Your Excellency, why did you trespass into the Sea of Ink Blood?" the Wu Clan Zhen frowned and asked coldly.

Li Feng sneered: "Who is Your Excellency?"

Wu Long was stunned, and after glancing at Li Feng, he said slowly: "Guardian Wu Long of the Ink Blood Sea!"

Li Feng's expression was indifferent, and there was not the slightest expression on his face, but after he heard Wu Long's words, he muttered in a low voice: "This is indeed the Sea of Ink Blood!"

After Li Feng glanced at the witch talisman pictogram on the Wu clan's real body, he suddenly hugged his fists and said, "Xiao is offended, so he will leave." With that, he turned and left.

Wu Long sneered: "What, do you think that our Wu Clan's Blood Witch Forbidden Land is where you can come and leave whenever you want?"

Li Feng's eyes flashed with coldness, he slowly turned around, stared at Wu Long and said, "You." At. Look for. Die!" Before Li Feng finished speaking, he suddenly pointed at the center of Wu Long's eyebrows, and suddenly the Yuan Power full of cold aura flowed all over Wu Long's body, and in the blink of an eye, Wu Long was frozen by Li Feng into a blue iceman.

Li Feng laughed, seemed to be extremely satisfied with his masterpiece, looked at Wu Long and said with a smile: "Xiao has no grievances with you, I don't want to kill you, when I leave here, I will let you out." If you struggle to resist, I will not be able to take your life. ”

An hour later, Li Feng and Wu Long appeared in the depths of the Ink Blood Sea. Since then, Li Feng's escape has finally come to an end.

In the past 27 days, Li Feng has fought countless fierce battles in the Western Barbarians, leaving all kinds of large and small injuries on his body. Li Feng has been patient all the time, until he came to the sea of ink blood guarded by resentful spirits at this moment, Li Feng finally loosened his tense mind, and the body of the

The injury also flares up.

Li Feng looked at his storage bag, but he couldn't hide the expression of joy on his face, because in his storage bag, there were not only millions of brute crystals, but also a grain of Huajing Pill and six hundred and ninety-nine medium-grade Yuan Stones obtained from the Wind Pool!

It turned out that Li Feng quietly took the storage bag on his body after the meridians of the wind pool were broken, and in the storage bag of the wind pool, in addition to the yuan stone and the pill, there was also a strange token, Li Feng took a look at it, and then threw it into his storage bag.