c_t; Although he couldn't judge the situation of this statue by his appearance, Ling Hantian instinctively found that when he approached this statue, the resonance from the blood came again, making his heart awe-inspiring. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Originally, when he was in the previous layers, Ling Hantian had been paying attention to the matter of blood resonance, but since the seventh layer of the Lord of Evil Spirits, Ling Hantian had no energy to pay attention to this matter anymore.

It was only now that Ling Hantian had finally discovered this feeling again, it was so real.

This statue, as well as the statue of the woman holding the qin on the fifth floor, can resonate with his bloodline, and in a way, even if this statue is not the same person as the previous seat, it should be of the same race.

Ling Hantian walked up to the statue, groaned slightly, took a deep breath, and tried to slowly stretch out his palm.

I don't know what kind of material this statue is made of, it is as warm as jade, it is exactly the same as the feeling of the statue of the woman holding the qin that he touched before, Ling Hantian has an intuition, the person sculpted by these two statues should be the same person.

However, if he experienced it carefully, Ling Hantian found that in this statue, there seemed to be an inexplicable sadness lingering and lingering.

This kind of sad emotion seems to be innate, which surprised Ling Hantian.

"The river has spread."

Just as Ling Hantian fell into a deep groan, the shouts of Snow Falling City sounded, and there was a trace of trilling in her voice.

Even though Snow Allure is a peerless genius, it is difficult to calm down in the face of a world being flooded.

Ling Hantian raised his head and looked at the turbid Yellow River rushing and roaring in the distance, countless bones floated and sunk in the river, and from time to time huge waves swept up, and there was a rumbling sound, which was terrifying. (Advertisement)

Is it impossible to leave this world?

Ling Hantian's hands couldn't help but clench slightly, the Blood Sword, the Great Priest's Life, and the Spirit of the Demon Realm were all trapped in the Styx Blood Realm because of the Styx clone, and there was no news so far.

As for the Nine Shadow Bronze Guard, it seems that he was summoned by the Styx clone and left him.

Thundered!

In the Styx clone, the sound of the earth-shattering waves was getting closer and closer, making the beautiful face of the snow fall into a pale, and she couldn't help but shift her gaze to Ling Hantian's body.

Perhaps, their only option now is to enter the prison city.

However, entering the prison city will not solve the problem, and they are still trapped in this world.

However, what made Snow Fall City extremely puzzled was that not only did Ling Hantian not use the idea of using the Prison City, but also took his eyes back and continued to look at the broken statue, as if the danger of destruction that was close at hand had nothing to do with him.

Ling Hantian was able to calm down so much, but it was difficult for Snow Falling City to calm down, Ling Hantian held the initiative in the Prison City and could enter it at any time, but she was different.

She and Ling Hantian are just a master-servant relationship, if Ling Hantian doesn't let her enter the prison city, then she will definitely die if she is lost in this world.

At this moment, Xue Chengcheng pursed his lips and stared at Ling Hantian deadly, his eyes flashing with complexity, and finally he spoke with difficulty, "Master, I want to enter the Prison City." ”

This was the first time that Snow Falling City had called Ling Hantian the master, which also meant that Snow Falling City had finally let go of the arrogance in his heart and bowed his head to Ling Hantian.

Ling Hantian turned his head sideways, glanced at Snow Fall City in surprise, and then glanced at the Styx clone that was only a few hundred meters away, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend a beautiful arc, and with a move of his mind, he took Snow Fall City into the Prison City.

Thundered!

The turbid yellow river was roaring, countless bones were still floating and sinking, endless dead air was permeating out, and Ling Hantian had already felt the bone-chilling coldness.

"Looks like we have to try again one last time."

Ling Hantian sighed lightly, once again lowered his gaze to the statue in front of him, raised his left hand, forced out a drop of blood from his fingertips, and then gently dripped on the statue.

The last time in the Village of the Gods, Ling Jiuyou, the ancestor of the Ling family, once said that the descendants of the Ling family should drip blood on the statue at the head of the village.

Although Ling Hantian didn't know what it meant until now, Ling Hantian really felt the power of that statue.

This time, Ling Hantian had no other way, trying to drip blood on this statue that could resonate with his blood, looking forward to a miracle.

At this moment, the scarlet blood dripped on the statue's chest, as if water was dripping on the sand, and it really penetrated into it without slipping a trace.

Ling Hantian clearly felt that when his blood penetrated into the statue, the statue trembled slightly, although it was an extremely faint tremor, how could it escape Ling Hantian's perception that it had reached the power of one hundred thousand souls.

This tremor is 100% real, and there can be no mistake!

Sure enough, almost at the next moment, Ling Hantian felt that there was a temperature on the statue, which was completely different from the previous feeling of being warm as jade, it really had a temperature, just like a person's body temperature, and it was no longer a statue.

Moreover, the temperature of the statue's body surface is still rising, and it seems that something hot has been activated inside the statue.

The temperature on the surface of the statue was getting higher and higher, and Ling Hantian's palm on top of the statue was slightly hot, so that Ling Hantian had to withdraw his palm.

"It's hot!"

However, even if Ling Hantian had already withdrawn his palm, the temperature emitted by the statue made Ling Hantian, who was relatively close to the statue, feel like he was standing in front of the stove.

Ling Hantian clasped his hands tightly and stared at the statue while taking a step back.

Thundered!

The roar of the Styx clone had already exploded in his ears, and the whistling dead air blew Ling Hantian's clothes, and the unpleasant smell of the turbid yellow river water had already poured wildly into Ling Hantian's nostrils, making people nauseous.

"Still no response!"

The statue just exuded a higher and higher temperature, but there was no miracle, making Ling Hantian's hands clenched tighter and tighter, and Ling Hantian naturally didn't want to enter the prison city unless it was a last resort.

Once it falls here, in the face of the erosion of the Styx clone, the defense of the Prison City will be opened, and the connection between Ling Hantian and the Prison City will become closer and closer.

However, Ling Hantian always remembered that there was something wrong with this prison city, and at present, he just wanted to control the prison city!

At this moment, the whole statue had turned red, as if it had been burned red, and the scorching heat made people's skin hurt.

However, this time, Ling Hantian did not retreat, his eyes were resolute, and he looked at the statue with burning eyes.

However, at this moment, from the statue, a red boiling light emanated, enveloping Ling Hantian.

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