After a squirming sound, a pale and withered palm brushed away the leaves in front of the two of them, and then appeared in front of them.

The Mu Ran face, which has not changed for thousands of years, seems to have nothing to do with anything, it is the dead face of the monk surnamed Zheng, but it was only at this time that Lin Feng discovered that the palm of the monk surnamed Zheng hidden in the robe was actually like a dead man's hand.

Looking at the coffin carried by the monk surnamed Zheng, Lin Feng suddenly had a terrifying conjecture in his heart!

After seeing the monk surnamed Zheng appear, the monk surnamed Zhou frowned, "Why are you here?" ”

The monk surnamed Zheng did not speak, but just looked at the monk surnamed Zhou, as if he was looking at a suitable material, and it was only when he saw the left hand of the monk surnamed Zhou condensed from blood and water that a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

Regarding the disgust of the monk surnamed Zheng, the monk surnamed Zhou saw it in his eyes, just like a copy of the monk surnamed Zheng, and when he saw the coffin carried by the monk surnamed Zheng, a trace of undisguised disgust flashed in the eyes of the monk surnamed Zhou.

After a pause, the monk surnamed Zhou said, "What about Senior Brother Yang?" ”

"Gone." The monk surnamed Zheng spit out two words, just like the sound of two old steel plates rubbing against each other, a completely inhuman voice, which made Lin Feng wonder for a while if his vocal cords had been damaged!

The monk surnamed Zhou frowned, then turned his head to look around, and shouted loudly, "If Senior Brother Yang doesn't come out, we will wait here all the time and never make a move!" ”

The dead-faced monk surnamed Zheng, although he didn't speak, he didn't make any expression, but he also walked to a big tree and stood straight, without the slightest nostalgia for Lin Feng who was close in front of him.

He knew very well that if he walked into the open space like this, he would definitely suffer a killing blow from the monk surnamed Zhou!

The jungle was still terrifyingly quiet, without a sound.

But the monk surnamed Zhou and the monk surnamed Zheng did not move at all, waiting here quietly.

Lin Feng's body was getting weaker and weaker, and the blood flow was getting more and more, not only those who overdrew the Yuan Method, and the internal bleeding that was formed, but also those wounds that had already healed, were also slowly flowing blood.

Even the ears, and the skin wounds that had been scraped by the branches, began to bleed, and it all seemed so strange.

Lin Feng supported his body and slowly sat up, every movement became more and more difficult, and the doubts in his heart became more and more serious, the disciples in the early stage of Yang Yuan, no matter what, had already entered the path of cultivation, and their own healing force was extremely strong, with a little skin trauma, not to mention them, even ordinary mortals would not bleed all the time.

It stands to reason that he has been lying here for so long, and his injuries should have been relieved long ago, but how can he bleed more and more, and there is no intention of stopping at all.

He knew very well that if he continued to lie here, it would be especially difficult to move a finger, not to mention that the injury was healing.

Combined with the behavior of the monk surnamed Zhou who did not dare to step into this place, there must be something strange here!

Just by moving his body slightly, Lin Feng felt that the wounds on his body that had been cut by the branches and the size of his fingers were flowing out of the blood more and more quickly, and his face was getting paler and paler.

The speed of blood flow was far beyond the normal range, as if his entire body had become a bottle full of water, and those wounds were the broken parts of the bottle.

In just a few minutes, Lin Feng's blood was already more than three times that of the normal range!

Struggling to get up, and then turned his head with difficulty, it was only at this time that Lin Feng found that the clearing was not flat, and in the middle was a small dirt bag protruding.

Lin Feng was lying under this small dirt bag at this time, after thinking about it, using enough of the remaining yuan power of his physical strength and attaching it to his hand, Lin Feng slowly crawled towards the small dirt bag.

The closer he got to the small dirt bag, the faster Lin Feng's blood flowed, and what was even more strange was that the blood that flowed out actually seeped into the ground at a very fast speed, as if there was something under the ground that was devouring the blood.

Seeing this recruitment, the monk surnamed Zhou hesitated slightly, and then shouted loudly, "Senior Brother Yang, if you don't come out again, that kid is going to enter the Blood Lake."

A lake of blood?

Could it be that there is a lake hidden in the hill bag in front of you?

Thinking so in his heart, Lin Feng still didn't stop, he understood very well that with the strength of the monk surnamed Zhou, it was only a matter of a moment to kill him, and the only thing that forced him to dare not chase after him was the blood lake in front of him.

If he retreated, he would definitely be killed by the monk surnamed Zhou, and he was still safe after entering the open space for so long, which was enough to prove that there was no danger in front for the time being.

But no matter what existed in front of him, he had no other choice but to move forward at this time.

In the dense forest and silent, Lin Feng had already climbed to the mouth of the hill, and he was only one step away from being able to climb the hill.

As he got closer and closer to the mouth of the mountain, Lin Feng's body was bleeding faster and faster, and in the end, it was almost not flowing, and it turned into a hurricane!

Soon, Lin Feng's body was directly dyed with blood, and from a distance, he looked like a bloody person.

It was also at this time that a slightly helpless voice came from the dense forest,

"The two junior brothers are here, but the senior brothers can be easy to find for a while!" As he spoke, from behind the monk surnamed Zhou and the others, a monk wearing a blood robe appeared, with long hair and a shawl, and the blood robe was unusually gorgeous, it was the monk surnamed Yang.

It's just the words of the monk surnamed Yang, the two of them don't appreciate it at all, and the monk surnamed Yang doesn't care about it.

just said to himself, "Hey, why did this kid run to the side of the blood lake, now it's troublesome, it seems that he has to trouble Senior Brother Zheng." ”

Saying that, the monk surnamed Yang gave up his hand slightly to the monk surnamed Zheng.

But the monk surnamed Zheng shook his head slowly, and said, "You can't enter the Blood Lake, I want forty percent." ”

It's still like the sound of old steel plates rubbing.

The face of the monk surnamed Zhou changed greatly, and he looked at the monk surnamed Zheng tightly, even the monk surnamed Yang was no exception.

Finally, after a long time, the monk surnamed Yang smiled and said, "Naturally, Senior Brother Zheng will take forty percent on this trip, and I have no opinion." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and looked at the monk surnamed Zhou, the blood robe on his body was windless, and the blood light flowed from the blood robe, and he seemed to smile and said, "As for Senior Brother Zhou, ...... it?"

"Huh." When the monk surnamed Zhou, who was kneeling on the ground to recuperate, heard this, a pool of blood the size of three zhang appeared above his head, and countless bloody people were churning in the pool of blood.

The monk surnamed Yang glanced at the monk surnamed Zhou, and then at the monk surnamed Zheng, as if he was weighing something, and finally said, "Senior Brother Zhou, let's take one percent." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and ignored the monk surnamed Zhou, and a cold light flashed in the eyes of the monk surnamed Zhou when he saw this scene.

It's just that he didn't notice the sneer on the corner of the monk's mouth surnamed Yang.