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However, after all, this demon old man is a wanderer from the outside world, and he has only entered the secluded land for a day, and he does not know the danger in this lake in the royal city. The old Taoist was careless for a while, and was actually pulled into the bottom of the lake by those monsters.

Such a result, although in the imagination of the Confusing. After all, though, he's not even fourteen years old this year. When he really saw the wisps of blood coming out of the bottom of the lake, the young man couldn't help frowning.

Today, in order to participate in the Nine Shadows Ancient Festival, Youfu, like the other brothers and sisters, was all dressed in military uniforms, and on the luxurious and delicate leather armor, black lake water flowed, like black ink, soaked in his underwear. His black hair was also covered with water droplets, wet and tangled, scattered on that noble and handsome face.

The young man recalled everything that had happened since yesterday, this old Taoist had killed the flower spirits and wood demons in the garden, and the familiar old doctor had been drained of his essence and blood by evil magic, and was brutally tortured and killed. If there is no guidance from that weird red mist, if he is one step late, even his childhood friend Jiuye will be tragically poisoned by this old Taoist.

Thinking of this, the turmoil in You's heart finally calmed down, and the struggling look on his face slowly disappeared. The young man's heart was as cold as ice, and there was no longer a trace of warmth.

This Mo Lao Daoist of unknown origin is just a monster wearing human skin. In this turbulent era, hundreds of millions of people fought each other, and countless demons and spirits were bred among the bloodstreams.

Whether they are humans or ghosts, there are too many such monsters.

Although you are young and have lived in the hidden god land since you were a child, you have heard a little about these things in the human world.

This kind of human-faced and ghost-hearted person, if he does not look for a good opportunity and decisively kills him, he will be devoured by it one day.

By that time, regret is useless.

Looking at the red and black lake, the young man's face had become extremely cold, and the corners of his mouth raised a smug smile.

Now it seems that his conjecture about the red mist is probably correct. After all, this conjecture had already been verified by the life of that Dao Master.

In the grotesque vision seen by that mysterious stone, that strange red mist was not an entity. By all indications, it is not some kind of strange haze that really exists in the world. Therefore, these hazes are not visible even to the gods of the Hidden Race.

This kind of red mist should only represent a special meaning.

That's killing.

Recalling the scenes in the past, my confused heart suddenly opened up. Whenever there is a killing, this red mist lights up wherever it happens.

This was true in the dark dungeon, and the same was true when the Heavenly Punishment was slaying strange beasts and strange birds, and when the bodies of those divine dragons were torn apart, the strange red mist was thicker than ever!

Yu Yu clearly remembered that every time, when he witnessed the killing, this red mist would light up, without exception.

And in front of this ghost ink lake, there are the bodies of divine dragons scattered in it, which still contains residual divinity, which is extremely precious, and will inevitably attract the monsters in the lake to fight for food. These monsters are fierce by nature, and when they gather together, they may kill each other.

So, he followed the soldiers far behind him and came to the lake, just to verify his suspicions.

Sure enough, as expected, not long after the remnants of the dragon were thrown into the lake by the Ghost Armor Guards, the red mist lit up again. Moreover, the direction where the fog lit up was in the depths of this lake.

Everything now makes sense.

Only the Fool has the stone eye, and the old Taoist can't see the red mist like him. And as an outsider, he couldn't have known the sinister nature of this lake. Confusion knew all this, so he deliberately threw the small box down.

Mo Daoren was defenseless, and he used his Dao technique to salvage the small box. As a result, it angered a group of unknown monsters at the bottom of the lake, and was swept into the lake by the terrifying demon tongue.

Looking at the increasingly thick blood on the lake, Yu Yu coldly guessed that maybe the old Taoist had now turned into the delicacy in the belly of those monsters like the corpses of the dragon.

However, there was also a faint uneasiness in the young man's heart, the monster in this lake was so fierce that he wanted to swallow himself too. Although his face was fearless at the time, his heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

However, the strange thing is that before those demon tongues touched themselves, they immediately retracted as if they had seen a ghost.

It seems that they are terrified of themselves to the extreme.

Why the hell is this, Puzzle frowned. He asked himself, even if it was ten of them combined, it was not worth the fear of these powerful monsters.

Come to think of it, there seems to be only one explanation. Could it be that they sensed their father's breath in themselves?

That's right, it should be.

Youwang and this royal city have been with you for thousands of years. All the creatures in this city, whether they are fish, insects, birds, beasts, grass or trees, all those who have a faint spiritual sense are extremely familiar with the king's qi.

Confusion suddenly remembered some rumors.

It is said that when the King of Darkness is alone in the royal city and has nothing to do, he sometimes fishes by this Ghost Ink Lake, and the monsters in this lake occasionally become a delicacy on the plate of the King of Humor.

It sounds ridiculous, but it makes sense. If these rumors are true, it is not difficult to explain why the monsters in the lake are so afraid of their own scents similar to those of their fathers.

The Confusion sneered in his heart, whether it was a human or a monster. When the fear of something reaches the extreme, it will begin to be suspicious, and the grass and trees will be full of soldiers.

The divine dragon hovering in the sky, how majestic it was, swaying its head and tail, caused tens of millions of soldiers in the eastern frontier to suffer heavy casualties. However, when they were caught in the royal city, when they faced the supreme god king, they crawled on the ground like earthworms, crying and begging for mercy, but they were still used as bait and sacrificed to the heavens.

The monsters in this lake are so fierce that they kill each other in order to eat the corpses of the divine dragons, and even the unfathomable demon Dao people are easily devoured by them. However, it was just a wisp of qi similar to that of their father, which made them fear and retreat.

The boy thought coldly in his heart. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, all the spirits in this world may have this ****.

Admiring the dirty blood on the surface of the lake, Yu Confused showed a satisfied expression.

Although the process was a bit thrilling, even he almost died in the mouth of the monster. But since the demon Daoist has been buried at the bottom of this ghost ink lake, no matter what the price is, it is worth it.

The confusion used his spiritual power to shake off the black ink-like lake that covered his body. Then the boy turned and walked away, without even looking back.

The teenager's steps were firm and steady, without the slightest clutter. His back slowly faded away, and soon disappeared completely.

However, because the Confusion never looked back, it was impossible for him to see—

At the edge of the lake, a pale arm was dripping with blood and covered with shocking scars, struggling to reach out of the water......