The chaotic void, the spatial boundaries are distorted, and the speed of time is different, but at this time, it is covered with a layer of blood at the same time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mrs. Kang's insight was also extraordinary, and her mood immediately became heavy: "...... Blood Demon Vessel?!"

Yan Zhaoge stretched out his hand, pierced his fingertips, and used his own essence and blood to quickly write a whole spell in the void.

It is not a commonplace text, but a strange and rare special text, obscure and esoteric.

The blood-red incantation was engraved in the void, merging with the blood-colored light curtain.

Yan Zhaoge shouted in a strange tone that no one else could understand: "Sacrifice!"

The blood light suddenly seemed to come to life, and there was an extremely ancient will, which came through the void.

The will is ethereal, and it is unknown whether the master is alive or dead, but at this moment, it seems to run through eternity, making a heart-palpitating roar.

The wound of the entire Heavenly Wall was further torn apart, and the void crack expanded by more than two or three times!

Kang Maosheng and Kang Jinyuan, who were on the periphery of the Heavenly Wall Injury, didn't have time to escape, and they were all sucked into the crack immediately.

Mrs. Kang was shocked, and she didn't care about trying to fix the injury of the heavenly wall anymore, the sword light unfolded, and she wrapped up Kang Maosheng and Kang Jinyuan, planning to go out first.

However, this set of rituals urged by Yan Zhaoge made the wound of the heavenly wall itself seem to have life, like a truly ferocious beast.

The blood light is everywhere, sealing the void cracks, and it can only enter and not exit.

As the space rotated, a huge blood-colored vortex was formed, devouring everyone together.

Yan Zhaoge himself is also in the same situation as the Northern Netherworld clone, and the mutated Heavenly Wall Wound is just as cruel and tyrannical to all the people and things in it.

Tan Jin and others of the Bright Sect were also not spared.

The only thing that relieved Mrs. Kang was that at this moment, the mutated wounds of the Heavenly Wall were chaotic, the light was gone, and the power of the realm was no longer so intertwined and distorted.

In this way, Kang Jinyuan and Kang Maosheng, who had cultivated below the god level, could also stay here for a long time without being crushed by the power of the realm.

Yan Zhao Ge also accepted the Jianmu paper fan, and turned to work with the Northern Darkness clone, trying to stabilize his body and avoid being completely swallowed by the blood-colored vortex in the void.

He knew best what he had made his own rituals.

Falling into the blood-colored whirlpool, he was not swept away by the turbulence of time and space, but became a sacrificial sacrifice, and was sacrificed by blood on the spot, and died without life.

The three parties fell into a stalemate again for a while, and everyone was trying to stabilize themselves, so as not to be swallowed up by the blood-colored vortex, but they couldn't take care of each other.

Yan Zhaoge, as the creator of the ritual, although he was also threatened by the ritual, he could still be at ease for the time being.

Mrs. Kang and Tan Jin, the hall master of the Illusory Light Hall of the Bright Sect, have a higher cultivation realm, and they can barely support it.

After all, the duration of the ritual is limited, and they believe that if they persist for this period of time, they will be able to get out of trouble.

Although the two sides are also hostile to each other, the two powerhouses of the fivefold realm of female martial saints are depressed at the moment, and they can't wait to kill Yan Zhao Ge and then hurry up.

The two of them joined forces, which was not trivial, but at the moment, they had no chance to make a move, and they were trapped by Yan Zhaoge using the abnormal Tianbi injury, and they were in a hurry.

Coincidentally, both sides made up their minds that once they got out of trouble, they would solve Yan Zhaoge first.

Otherwise, God knows what strange tricks Yan Zhaoge will have to perform.

Yan Zhaoge resisted the suction of the blood-colored vortex on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was also savoring the changes in the void under his eyes.

The wound of the Heavenly Wall has undergone a mutation, temporarily losing the effect of leaving the upper realm and descending to the lower realm, and the road is blocked.

The blood light is like a barrier, covering this void together, whether it is Mrs. Kang's mother and son, the people of the Bright Sect, or themselves, they are all temporarily grounded here, and no one can leave.

The layers of folded space-time are like shining walls, combining with blood light to form a solid blood-colored crystal wall.

Outside the blood-colored crystal wall, the changes in the void gradually tended to be stable and reasonable.

More stable and calm than usual.

A blood light inside and outside, presenting two completely different worlds.

The more stable the time and space, the more conducive it is for him to find the Great World of Yanfu, and he is separated by the blood-colored crystal wall, and he can't go out, but he is not completely powerless.

Yan Zhaoge urged the Dragon Palace, helped him stabilize his body together with the Northern Netherworld clone, and then took out the jade pendant he got from Bai Ziming again.

The true yuan was injected into the jade pendant, and the jade pendant suddenly emitted green smoke again.

When the smoke came into contact with the blood-colored crystal wall, it was not blocked by it, but slowly penetrated through the blood-colored crystal wall formed by the folded layers of space.

Passing through the blood-colored crystal wall, the turquoise smoke drifted in the void, spread far away, and gradually condensed into a line, extending into the distance.

Part of Yan Zhaoge's mind was combined with the turquoise smoke, as if his own thoughts also floated into the void together.

In the dark, it seems that there is some kind of existence that is guiding the way for itself.

I don't know how long it took, but in the dark void in front of me, light gradually appeared.

The turquoise smoke clouds, which had been floating lightly and unbounded, suddenly sank, as if they had landed and merged into the light.

The light dissipated, and various scenes appeared in front of Yan Zhaoge, and the mountains, rivers, lakes, and splendid land came into view.

"Is this the Great World of Yanfu?" Yan Zhao Ge was thinking about it, his mind and the turquoise smoke cloud rolled together, and he quickly flew into the distance.

The vision suddenly changed, and snow appeared.

"The sect from which the old man was born is the Great Snow Mountain in the northern part of the Yanfu Great World. Bai Ziming's words sounded in his ears again, Yan Zhaoge looked at the northern scenery in front of him, and knew that the target guided by this turquoise smoke was the Great Snow Mountain of the sect where Bai Ziming was born in the Yanfu Great World.

It's just Yuan Zhengfeng, but it's not a guest worship in Daxue Mountain.

The turquoise smoke flew through the sky, and Yan Zhaoge thought about it, when he saw that the vision changed again, and continuous mountains appeared, all shrouded in ice and snow.

Between the snow-capped mountains, an ice palace came into view, and Yan Zhaoge's mind fell towards the ice palace with the turquoise smoke.

Like an invisible turquoise smoke, it inspired the Ice Palace Guardian Formation.

The brilliance of the Dao and the sparkle blended with the turquoise smoke, and instead of repelling, it guided the smoke and penetrated the majestic ice palace.

Yan Zhao Ge's divine thoughts fell all the way to the apse with the smoke, and he saw that in the apse, there was clearly a statue tablet enshrined.

Look at the statue carefully, the appearance is the same as Bai Ziming.

Before Yan Zhaoge could think about it, the turquoise smoke rushed directly into the statue.

The idol shook, its eyes lit up suddenly, and the tablet below it shone brightly.

Yan Zhaoge came back to his senses and found that his perspective was clearly consistent with that statue, as if he was in the statue.

At the same time, in the main hall in front of him, there were many martial artists, all of whom were high-level leaders of the Great Snow Mountain. (To be continued.) )