Hey?

What is it!

Zhang Yang suddenly felt that his body was covered with a layer of cold, slimy stuff, and quickly soaked through his clothes and skin.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

It seems to be-

Blood!

That's right, blood.

You can't go wrong with that strong fishy smell!

Moreover, under the thick smell of blood, there was also a smell of burning sulfur.

The pungent smell was far stronger than the one that had been emitted on those mutated creatures before, and there was a feeling of suffocation.

Brimstone......

Blood......

Immediately, a somewhat absurd idea flashed in Zhang Yang's mind.

Could it be that he has now arrived at the legendary Demon Dragon Dungeon......

And this blood is actually the blood of the demon dragon that came out of the dark blood pool?!

However, the Dark Dragon doesn't grow by devouring the magma of the Hell, shouldn't the dragon's blood be as hot as lava?

How could it be so cold that it didn't even feel the slightest bit of scorching?!

It's a pity that everything is just Zhang Yang's own speculation.

Right now, darkness was firmly around him, and the faint glimmer above his head seemed to be shrouded in a thick mist.

He also couldn't use his psychic sense or celestial eye, so he couldn't see what was going on.

The blood was surging, like a surging tide, quickly enveloping Zhang Yang.

Could it be that he is going to be drowned by the blood of the Dark Demon Dragon?!

And his body will be buried in a pool of blood.

Nest, grievance!

Such a way of dying, even if he wants to give up, he finds it difficult to accept!

So, he sat up sharply.

After only a second, he simply stood up.

At this moment, the surging blood was already up to his ankles!

In my ears, the sound of running water is becoming clearer and clearer.

Beneath his feet, the slightly rolled waves continued to climb higher along his feet.

He looked up at the vague glow above him.

It is hazy, flickering and dark, and naturally it is impossible to tell whether it is near or far.

The speed of the surging blood was getting faster and faster, and in just a few moments, it had already touched Zhang Yang's knees.

If you continue like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before you reach your chest and quickly go over your head!

What to do?

What to do?!

Is it true that he is going to be buried in the cold blood of the Dark Demon Dragon?!

Smack!

Just when Zhang Yang felt so desperate that he was suffocating, in the hazy light above his head, a point of light split out and gently smashed down.

Rumble!

The next moment, the flames burst open, and the flames rose, and the crimson flames spread rapidly.

Call!

In an instant, a circle of fire was formed around Zhangyang, which continued to extend and stretch as far as the eye could see.

What a situation!

He still couldn't feel the burning......

Speaking of the cold blood of the demon dragon, now even the flames are cold!

By the light of the fire, he finally saw his environment clearly.

Sure enough, he was standing in a huge pool of blood as far as the eye could see.

The blazing flames surged with the rising blood-colored waves, occupying the pool of blood, forming a huge sea of fire.

Looking up, Zhang Yang suddenly saw that the mist shrouded overhead was dispelled by the waves of qi raised by the flames, and the glimmer of light finally became clear.

Above the head, about a few dozen meters high, there are countless stars, flickering and dimming.

They are clustered together in dense clusters, as if there is some kind of rhythmic slight rhythm.

Smack!

Suddenly, another bit of light peeled away from it, fluttering like autumn leaves, swirling, and gently falling into the burning pool of fire, splashing countless sparks.

At this time, Zhang Yang finally saw the true face of Lushan in that point of light.

It was a wasp-like insect with a body the size of Zhang Yang's fist, but it had a pair of bat-like wings covered with scarlet blood vessels.

Its fleshy wings didn't seem to have much strength, or it didn't know how to use them, and despite all the struggles of flapping its wings, it couldn't break free from the gravitational pull of the center of the earth and smashed into a pool of blood.

The whole body was wrapped in faint flames, and in the process of falling rapidly, a white line of fire was raised.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would have been hard to believe that the blood of the demon dragon in the dark blood pool was actually ignited by it!

Fly!

Finally, Jessica's memories of Zhang Yang allowed him to figure out the origin of this strange creature.

It is a fantasy life that lives in symbiosis with the Infernal Dragon, usually lurking in the scorching magma and sucking the blood of the fire dragon.

Because it is stained with dragon blood, it has many dragon characteristics, while retaining the characteristics of a fly.

Really!

The fly fell into a pool of blood, and was not immediately submerged or burned.

Whoa!

I saw a wave surging, and it turned into a crimson swimming fish, churning and frolicking among the blood-colored waves!

Immediately, another one burst out of the water and quickly swam towards this direction.

Two ......

Zhang Yang suddenly remembered that it must have been transformed by the fire fly before.

What is this sound......

Zhang Yang subconsciously looked above his head.

Damn it!

It's all here.

The fireflies that were originally attached to the top kept peeling off, and thousands of fireflies rained down into the burning pool of blood, splashing countless sparks.

The constantly changing red swimming fish is like a crucian carp crossing the river, densely filling the entire pool of blood.

Zhang Yang could even feel them surging under his feet, his smooth and cold body brushing against his skin, crispy and numb, and his nerves stirred.

As the flies continue to fall, the water in the blood pool rises faster and faster.

Zhang Yang was shocked to find that the pool water made of cold blood was not buoyant!

How can there be no buoyancy?!

So how can these red monster fish transformed by fire flies be able to frolic and chase in them?

Zhang Yang shook his head, there was no information about these in the memory of inheritance.

The blood burning in the pool of blood was still rising, and it was already past his chest.

The flames were blazing, but the cold and biting feeling was aggravated.

Before he knew it, he felt like he was frozen.

Zhang Yang believes that if he didn't have the body of Jiuyang, I'm afraid it wouldn't be as simple as freezing, and it would be possible to become an ice sculpture directly.

Is it really all you have to sit back and wait for?

Zhang Yang's heart was full of unwillingness, and he was helpless.

It was as if consciousness had begun to stiffen and become blurred.

In the haze, he clearly saw that the crimson monster fish that were in groups and constantly frolicking and chasing were also frozen.

It's just that I don't know what kind of force makes them float on the surface of the pool of blood.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang saw a wisp of green flame in their translucent bodies.

Is that......

Soul fire!

Zhang Yang was sure that he was indeed not mistaken, it must be the fire of the soul.

The surface of the water continued to rise, and a strange red fish that had turned into solid ice floated in front of him.

Zhang Yang finally saw a familiar face in its body.

Joseph!

How could it be him?!

Zhang Yang clearly remembers that Joseph had died when he was dealing with Viking witches.

How could his soul be here?

Don't......

Zhang Yang used all his strength to reach out and prepare to catch another strange fish to find out.

The whole body freezes and it is easy to lose balance.

If it is in ordinary water, it is better to say that with buoyancy, it will not suffocate directly, but now that there is no buoyancy, it may be a little difficult to get back up.

Even if he can't find a solution, Zhang Yang doesn't want to be a fool.

Whatever you say, you have to figure out what happened before you die!

What is the result of poetry and Mother Earth?

Whether it was vanishing or the latter successfully devouring Shishi's soul and taking possession of her body!

With this belief, Zhang Yang carefully watched the second fish.

To be precise, it wants to see the soul hidden in its body.

It's a pity that this is a little girl of fifteen or sixteen.

Flaxen hair, amber eyes, and a Barbie doll in her arms......

Convinced that he didn't know her, he simply gave up.

Soon, another frozen strange fish broke into Zhang Yang's line of sight.

It's a familiar figure.

Although Zhang Yang couldn't name him, he was indeed one of the members of the federal special service.

He distinctly remembered that when he first entered the area, he was the first to pick up people.

It's a pity that this person's strength is mediocre, and he doesn't have any particularly outstanding talent, so Zhang Yang can't even call the other party's name.

Zhang Yang guessed that this person may have died during the time he was separated from him.

What exactly do you want to do?

Gather all the souls of the dead here and seal them in the body of the fire fly?!

Among the memory fragments in Zhang Yang's mind, there were indeed many ancient secret techniques that could only be performed by gathering souls, but there was no such chaotic gathering of souls as in front of him.

The blood had already flooded his lips and quickly covered his nostrils.

Zhang Yang closed his eyes appointingly, waiting for the suffocating feeling to come.

Hey?

What's going on!

The expected feeling of suffocation did not materialize.

And at this moment, the cold blood had obviously overflowed the top of his head.

He tried to open his eyes, and was immediately stunned by what he saw.

Who would have thought that the sulfur-smelling blood of the demon dragon was not only not as cold and piercing as before, but it also did not cause the slightest irritation to the eyeballs.

But through the viscous blood, I can see everything under my feet clearly.

It was the same mirror image he had seen the last time he had gone deep into the dark pool.

Under his feet was a huge skeleton, and at this moment, Zhang Yang happened to step on a skeleton with a diameter enough to be one foot wide!

Zhang Yang guessed that this must be the remains left by the Dark Demon Dragon.

If you look closely, you can also find that this huge skeleton is actually embedded in the bottom of the dark blood pool.

However, the metallic luster of Ugin that lingered on it had disappeared, leaving only the pale remains, lying there quietly.

There was only the breath of death on it, but there was no surging evil power.

Not only that, but there was no power surging in the blood.

It seems to be the same as the inside of his body, obviously the power is still there, but as if he is imprisoned by some invisible force, it seems unusually calm.

Yourself, the fly, the blood......

It's as if everything in this space is completely forbidden except for these three!