The light suddenly dimmed, and Zhou Lin came to the Blood Demon World, a dark, dim world that exuded a strong smell of blood appeared in front of him.

He opened his hands and looked at it, the skin on his body was covered with a layer of blood-colored sera, his fingers were short and protruding, and the tips of his fingers were covered with suction cups.

His nostrils are large, the bridge of his nose is long, and his pupils are the size of copper bells, like a monster.

The only sign of resemblance is that the Bloodfiend still retains its humanoid body.

"Is this what Bloodfiend really looks like?"

I don't know when Yanagigami turned him into this.

Zhou Lin looked up and looked around, this was a gray world, and the sky was always a cloudy gray, like a gloomy dusk.

The gray air currents were constantly tumbling, looking like fog, clouds, and wind.

Twelve blood-red moons hung high in the sky, emitting a crimson glow, but instead of adding a little light to the world, it gave people a more and more gloomy and depressing feeling.

Gloomy, gray, lifeless.

It was the first feeling he felt.

The air was filled with a black wind, the blood-red ground was covered with mud, and from time to time a bubble or two bubbled up from the blood-colored mud, and piles of bones of unknown creatures floated on them.

The wind passed, sometimes furious, sometimes docile, and the wind carried a foul smell that made him think he had fallen into hell for a while.

"Is this the World of Blood Demons? The conditions are too harsh. ”

Zhou Lin took a big breath, trying to adapt to the environment here.

This should be a wasteland, and the four fields are bare, as if they have entered a realm of death.

He had nothing but a blank storage ring, and he was poor and white.

Liu Shen said that he must remember this coordinate, and when the time comes, he must return to the same place and wait for the passage to open, so the first and most important thing is to remember this coordinate.

I can only think of some primitive solutions.

After looking around, he moved some large rocks and piled them up here to form a marker, and looked around to determine the direction of the mountains in the distance.

After thinking about it, he hesitated for a moment and tore his arm open, scattering the blood at the bottom of the rubble.

The Bloodfiend has a very smart nose and is particularly sensitive to its own scents, which should help to return here again.

With all this done, he began to walk along the wasteland, and carved a special mark into a rock hundreds of feet away from here, pointing to the location of the coordinates.

Gravel heaps can be destroyed, scents can be dispersed, and the hidden markings on this rock are the third layer of insurance.

Turning over this mountain rock, there was a sudden noisy fighting sound in front of him, Zhou Lin lowered his body and knelt on the ground to listen, the number seemed to be not small, but the hills in front of him blocked his vision.

"This body is empty, there is no true element, but fortunately, the spiritual sense can still be used."

Zhou Lin's mind moved, and his spiritual sense turned into a cloud of mist, enveloping this poor and white body, and shot forward, flying over the hill in an instant.

"This ......"

Just over the hill, he quietly fell, and the scene in front of him surprised him!

Under the hills, on a vast and boundless wasteland, two armies of blood demons were fighting wildly, there were too many of them, densely packed, and a rough sweep of them amounted to as many as fifty or sixty thousand.

These blood demons were shrouded in a blood mist, fighting frantically.

Their eyes burned with a strong blood light, some held huge bone knives, some held sharp bone spears, some were bare-handed, and even some had incomplete body skeletons, still frantically rushing forward, fighting endlessly.

tyrannical, bloody, brutal, primitive.

Zhou Lin swept his eyes and found that in addition to the blood demon warriors in the army, there were some more special existences.

Wearing blood-colored armor and riding blood-colored demon beasts, they stood behind the army, watching the battle of the warriors in front of them with expressionless faces.

There weren't many of them, he nodded, and there were only three of them.

Time passed, and all the Blood Demon warriors on one side were killed, and the war was over.

Life here has no meaning, only killing and being killed, too bloody and cruel, and the entire wasteland is soaked in blood of blood demons.

He finally knew why the wasteland here was all blood-colored gravel, and it seemed to be red with blood.

"What are they going to do?"

The victorious side squirmed and piled up all the corpses together, building huge temples, and the three knights in blood-colored armor urged their crotch mounts to get off the field, landed there, spread their hands, and began to swallow regularly.

"They're performing a secret technique, similar to a cultivation technique!"

Zhou Lin's pupils shrank and he discovered the mystery.

The corpses of the blood demons piled up on the Jingguan quickly dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, lost their luster, and turned into large pieces of blood qi and flew out.

The blood qi was boiling, turning into air currents that were swallowed into the bodies of the three knights, and the aura on the blood knights became more and more powerful.

Bang!

Jingguan collapsed, and the corpses of the blood demons turned into dry bones.

The three blood-colored knights said a few words with a satisfied face, urged the mounts under their seats, turned into three blood-colored lightnings, and left in an instant.

In the end, there was only a squad of less than a thousand left in the tens of thousands of blood demon army, and when the three blood knights left, the team of a thousand people cheered, and then began to devour the corpse, as if they were enjoying the rest of the feast.

In the end, all the corpses of the blood demons turned into ashes and dispersed, and the team of 1,000 people followed away with cheers.

There was silence all around, and witnessing the tens of thousands of blood demon armies disappear in front of him in such a way, Zhou Lin broke out in a cold sweat behind his back.

The world is terrible!

Is this how Blood Fiend practiced?

It's too cruel and bloody!

They actually increased their strength by absorbing the life source of their dead kind.

Looking at their expressions, it seems to be taken for granted, so natural that there is no discomfort at all.

A thought popped up in Zhou Lin's heart, could it be that the creatures of the Blood Demon World all increased their strength in this way?

Or could the creatures of this world possess an incredible devouring spell that allows them to effectively absorb the vitality of their dead companions, strengthening themselves while harmless?

If that's the case, it's too rebellious, which means that you can get stronger by constantly devouring in battle.

Devouring is practice!

"I don't know, can my Heaven Swallowing Divine Recipe work here?"

Zhou Lin's eyes lit up and he was eager to try.

"I'll have to find a few Bloodfiends to try."

He was originally a doppelganger who infiltrated in, poor and white, extremely weak in flesh, powerless in his hands, and if he hid the powerful fluctuations of his soul, he would be no different from those ordinary blood demons who died.

However, if the entire Blood Demon World relied on cultivating in this way, then he could completely devour it with impunity, and there was no psychological burden.

It was a dangerous world, but it was also a world full of opportunities, and it was as if he saw a glimmer of opportunity in front of him.

(End of chapter)