In front of Wang Fusheng, there was a small pool of about ten square meters, and the water in the pool was as red as plasma. Walking into the pool, there was a bloody breath rushing towards the face, and the blood in the pool was like boiling water, bubbling outward, as if there was a lot of heat underground.

Such blood pools are very common in the Blood Withering Realm, and some are even better than some of the best blood pools that can be built around the city, but no one cares about them. You don't need to walk into the best blood pool, you can feel the huge power of qi and blood gushing from just standing on the sidelines. Standing around half of the pool of blood can also be a shock.

But this blood pool in front of you is different, and when you walk into this blood pool, you will have the feeling of walking into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. As soon as he walked into the blood pool, within ten meters of Wang Fusheng's hair, his hair was windless, and a little blood-red aura appeared in his eyes. Wang Fusheng's face became more and more indifferent, and the corners of his mouth were raised to reveal the evil smile he had before.

The sudden strangeness made Xue Qinglian and Hong Aya both bodies stiffen instantly, and Xue Qinglian wanted to speak but was stopped by Aya Hong. The two women clenched their fists tightly and looked at Wang Fusheng worriedly. The reason why such a blood pool in front of him is not treated by the people in the Blood Withering Realm is because the curse and filthy power contained in the blood pool not only cannot increase the strength of the martial artist, but will make the martial artist irreversible.

Even the blood-eyed orc didn't dare to use such a blood pool to refine weapons. Suddenly, ordinary people imprisoned their souls and turned them into unjust souls, and then condensed the power of the curse, which can be controlled, and even used to increase their own cultivation. But the filthy power and curse in the blood pool in front of him, even if a heaven-level person jumps in, he will definitely die, let alone use it for refining weapons, even if he walks into a little, it will make people tumble with qi and blood, and if he stays for a while, he will go crazy.

From the jade slips given by the geisha, Wang Fusheng had a simple understanding of the blood withering realm. The Blood Withered Realm is indeed a tomb, or rather a blood tomb. But he is not the grave of a race, but the grave of ten thousand families. That is, how many races there are in this world. You can find the graves or bones of the ancestors of these races here, even the Forbidden Eight Clans and the Henggu Imperial Clan, and there are even many bones of races that cannot be named.

Legend has it that this was once an ancient battlefield, not the kind that was formed by a major war. It's a real meat grinder on the battlefield that has gone through an unknown number of years, with tens of thousands of lives dying every day, and this meat grinder has been running for an unknown number of years. So much so that every inch of the whole world was stained red with blood.

And the appearance of the blood pool is the collection of the blood of all races, it seems that there is too much blood shed in this ancient battlefield, even the soil is absorbed and saturated and can not bear it, the air is rippling with bloody breath, and even the stars in the sky are stained red with blood.

So the blood has nowhere to go, so little by little it pools up to form a pool of blood. If the blood of the same race is pooled and changes in a good direction, it can slowly form a pool of excellent blood. And like Wang Fusheng, there are no less than dozens of bloodlines in the blood pool in front of him, and there are even several very powerful bloodlines that seem to be hostile in life, and the will contained in the bloodlines when they die in time also makes them incompatible.

So the blood is still killing each other. And gathered the filthy power of this world to increase his combat power, as well as the resentment and curse after death. Whoever dares to join their war will be torn to pieces in an instant, or the whole person will be like falling into the water of an evolved corpse, and the person who goes down to such a blood pool will not become a pair of white bones in a moment, and all the flesh and blood will be corroded, and in a few moments, there will be no bones left, and finally become a wisp of grievances in the blood pool, and strengthen the power of the blood pool.

Wang Fusheng has searched for many places in the past few days, and has also chosen several targets. But there are warriors who can survive in the dangerous Blood Withering Realm everywhere. They are like beasts in the wild that have been campaigned out under the laws of nature. It's definitely not comparable to the lions and tigers in captivity in zoos.

Therefore, the combat effectiveness of the martial artists in the Blood Withering Realm is extremely strong, and in the outside world, Wang Fusheng can use the strength of a ghost general to cross the two major levels and directly slash the powerhouses of the ground level. Take that blood-eyed orc, for example. But here, Wang Fusheng challenges the human-level storage at most, and when he encounters a prefecture-level person, he can only turn his head and run.

As long as there is a blood pool that can be used, there is at least one prefecture-level powerhouse in charge, and at the same time, according to the quality of the blood pool, the powerhouse is also different. Even the powerhouses sitting in a small nearby city are lords who transcend the heavenly level. Wang Fusheng was a little unclear about the origin of the Boundless Ring, until he understood something after he was a lord above the heavenly level.

With so many strong people in charge, Wang Fusheng's plan to take down a blood pool to heal his wounds was in vain. You can't even expose yourself, otherwise you will definitely invite death. Therefore, Wang Fusheng can only choose these blood pools that no one cares about to try, if it can heal the wound, it will be simple. If it doesn't work, then think of another way.

"Bang ......"

Wang Fusheng's heart was beating violently. In particular, the drop of immortal blood in the heart seemed to be pulled by something, and it was extremely excited. This made Wang Fusheng's back a little itchy, and the wounds on his body began to heal slowly because of the excitement of immortal blood, and the newly grown flesh buds made him feel as if there were countless ants crawling in the wounds.

Wang Fusheng's eyes became more and more red, and the red was almost dripping out of school. Wang Fusheng's originally white body was as white as jade, and magic patterns appeared on it. These magic patterns flickered continuously, constantly devouring the filthy power in the air around them, and Xian was extremely excited.

"Aang!"

A low dragon groan sounded, and the clothes on Wang Fusheng's whole body were instantly torn apart by a domineering force, revealing the crystal skin below. At the same time, there are also Wang Fusheng's magic patterns. And these magic patterns that were constantly flickering. It was like a big tree spreading its branches and leaves to Wang Fusheng's whole body, and finally wrapped Wang Fusheng's entire body.

"Ah......h

Wang Fusheng roared to the sky, and a painful look appeared on his face, only to see the light of the magic patterns covering his whole body slowly dimming. But the originally mysterious lines full of evil power were condensed into scales little by little, as if a layer of scale armor was covered in Wang Fusheng's body.

What's even more surprising is that two huge meat buns slowly bulge behind Wang Fusheng, as if something is constantly rising up inside and trying to emerge. The huge pain made Wang Fusheng's waist stiffen, and beads of sweat continued to appear on his forehead.

"Poof!"

A bone suddenly sprang out of the bulging meat bag, and then the bone grew into the wind, and finally formed a pair of huge wings with a wingspan of ten meters. The wings were instantly covered with layers of tiny scales. Wang Fusheng's feet and hands also began to elongate into sharp claws, and two bulges slowly bulged on his forehead, as if something was about to burst out.

At this time, the blood veins of Wang Fusheng's whole body were flowing rapidly in the tendons and veins, and the originally red blood was pitch black at this time. It's like a black river, and it's full of demonic energy. The immortal blood in Wang Fusheng's heart was beating violently, as if he wanted to break free of something, and the fire dragon Danhu in the dantian was suppressed in the dantian and did not dare to move.

"Demon Dragon Transformation! How can it be? Hong Aya, who was standing in the distance, was stunned, obviously stunned by the sudden change in Wang Fusheng's blindness.

The secret of the Demon Dragon's transformation into the Demon Dragon Clan is an ability that only the descendants of the pure bloodline of the Demon Dragon Clan can have. It is equivalent to the existence of the undead body, and at the same time, the combat power is exceptionally strong. The dragons of the East do not have wings, except for the Demon Dragons. The Demon Dragon is an outlier among the dragons, just like the fallen angels of the Angel Clan.

Hong Aya has been speculating about Wang Fusheng's bloodline. But the scope is limited to the forbidden eight tribes. Because Wang Fusheng knew too much about the Tianji family, and in the era when the Tianji clan was strong, only the other eight clans knew about the Tianji clan. Of course, seven of them are the existing zài who are now called the forbidden races, and the other is the Henggu royal family.

In fact, Hong Aya also doubted whether Wang Fusheng was a member of the Henggu royal family, but Wang Fusheng's main bloodline was hidden in the deepest part of his body, and even he couldn't control it. Therefore, Hongyan did not find any clues, so she only guessed that Wang Fusheng was a descendant of one of the other forbidden races. Among them, the undead are the most suspicious.

For this speculation, Hong Aya is still very good at me, but at this time, Wang Fusheng's appearance overturned all of Hong Aya's guesses. Because in front of him, Wang Fusheng has become a dragon, a magic dragon with wings. If it weren't for the pure demon dragon bloodline, it would have been impossible to complete this transformation.

"Kill!"

Wang Fusheng roared, and the demonic qi in his whole body surged, rushing directly towards the blood pool in front of him. At this time, the world in front of Wang Fusheng was blood-red, and the red silk and Xue Qinglian disappeared, and he seemed to have come to another world. There is a battle going on in this world, with Shura with horns on one side and a group of orcs on the other. A group of beasts that Wang Fusheng had never seen before, these beasts looked more hideous than the current beasts, and the aura on their bodies was even more vicious.

Originally, the two sides were fighting fiercely, and it was in a white heat. Wang Fusheng's appearance instantly calmed down the battlefield, and then all the people who fought were on Shura's side. The eyes of the beast clan turned blood-red in an instant, and they rushed towards Wang Fusheng. It is the jealousy of the dead against the living, an invasion of other forces by filthy forces that have been condensed for an unknown number of years. They want to kill Wang Fusheng and tear up this alien. Let him become like himself.

"Kill!"

Wang Fusheng spread his wings behind his back and rushed forward, without holding a weapon, because his body after transformation was the best weapon. The sharp dragon claws poked out directly at an orc in front of them. The armor and extremely defensive hides on the orcs are like papier-mâché, and there is no defensive effect directly through the claws. A bloody heart appeared in the dragon's claws, still beating violently, but the next moment the heart was directly pinched into flesh by the dragon's claws, and the orcs fell.

"Ah......h

Wang Fusheng roared in the sky, his voice like a dragon's groan. And it's full of exuberance and excitement. There is nothing more than ruining miè, more than killing the blood of the demon dragon. Therefore, although the strength of these enemies in front of him was very strong, and all of them were soldiers in a hundred battles, the demon dragon that Wang Fusheng turned into still rushed over without flinching.

A killing feast began, and Wang Fusheng felt that every cell in his body was beating excitedly. Especially when their claws are reaping life. The feeling of crushing the Adam's apple, the feeling of grabbing the heart, the feeling of smashing the other party's disclosure, and the feeling of the claw cutting through the flesh and blood, all made Wang Fusheng deeply intoxicated.

The gore in front of him was not bloody, but like red wine at a sumptuous dinner party. The red wine is constantly swaying and bright red like blood, but in the end, it is so rich and mellow that you can't help but want to close your eyes and taste it. The feeling is extraordinarily comfortable, like the land that has been in drought for a long time. A vampire who drinks the purest virgin blood, the comfort is beyond words.

"Will it be okay?" Xue Qinglian looked at Wang Fusheng in the blood pool with some apprehension.

They couldn't see the hungry world that Wang Fusheng was facing, but they could feel the restlessness of the pool of blood. Wang Fusheng buried himself in the blood pool in one step, like a scoop of cold water poured directly into the boiling hot oil, and the blood water in the entire blood pool rolled violently, condensing one after another hideous and terrifying visions and rushing into Wang Fusheng's body. And Wang Fusheng's whole body was full of demonic energy, and he was extremely unstable. A sense of danger continued to spread in the hearts of the two women.

"Don't worry, since he chooses to go down, he must be sure, we should believe him." Hong Aya looked at the pair of demon dragon wings behind Wang Fusheng in a daze. Seeing the worry on Xue Qinglian's face, she comforted her. It's just that even she herself was a little unconfident when she said this.

Because the information in the jade slip is clear, such a blood pool cannot be entered, and nine of the ten corroded bones are gone. The tenth man would have gone mad when he came out alive, and all of them had the powerful curse they carried before dying after living for less than a year. Since the beginning of the records of the Blood Withering Realm, no warrior has been an exception. Therefore, for this blood pool where filthy blood and curses gathered, all the warriors were afraid of it and did not dare to approach.

"Will it really be okay?" Seeing Wang Fusheng's appearance, Xue Qinglian's heart was as confused as a numb. It seems that all judgment has been lost.

"It's going to be fine, don't you see his injuries healing?" Hong Aya found a reason that could stand, and it was also a reason for her to believe that Wang Fusheng was fine.

The wounds on Wang Fusheng's body are indeed healing, especially the wound that was almost cut off by the red silk on his back is shrinking little by little at this time. Even after Wang Fusheng turned into a demon dragon limb, the demon dragon's powerful recovery power did not restore this wound. But at this time, the wound is healing, although it is a little slower, but it is indeed developing in a better direction.

But although Wang Fusheng's injuries are recovering, it doesn't mean that Wang Fusheng is really fine. Wang Fusheng, who was extremely excited to kill at this time, stood quietly on the battlefield, and all the soldiers on both sides of the entire battlefield were killed by him. There was a river of blood all around, and corpses were everywhere. Wang Fusheng stood on the battlefield, his eyes closed, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was reminiscing about the killing just now.

"Come on...... Come down ......."

A murmuring voice sounded in Wang Fusheng's ears, and he suddenly opened his eyes with his eyes closed. Wang Fusheng's eyes were bright red as blood, and he seemed to have completely fallen into a crazy killing, but under the blood-red killing, a little darkness always occupied the depths of Wang Fusheng's pupils without a trace of wavering. But from the outside, there is not the slightest hint of it. Looking at the corpses everywhere, Wang Fusheng couldn't help frowning.

"Come on...... Come down ......."

It seemed to feel Wang Fusheng's doubts, and the weak murmur sounded again. The blood light in Wang Fusheng's eyes flickered, and the wings of the demon dragon behind him suddenly retracted and disappeared in place. At the same time, Wang Fusheng's body in the pool of blood disappeared.

"Ahh What happened to him, how did he disappear? Xue Qinglian's face instantly turned pale.

"He seems to have found something underneath the pool of blood." Hong Aya's face also changed, but thinking of the picture of Wang Fusheng's sudden disappearance, she said with some uncertainty.

"Below? What can be under the pool of blood? Xue Qinglian turned her head to look at Hong Aya.

"Don't look at me, it's the first time I've come to the Blood Withering Realm, how do I get back to the blood pool, what's underneath the pool?" Red Aya shook her head. found that Xue Qinglian opened her mouth and seemed to want to say something, but without waiting for Xue Qinglian to open her mouth, Hong Aya said directly: "Don't let me divinate the hexagram." The heavenly machine on him is too heavy, and I can't calculate it in a place like this. Even if it were deduced, I guess I'd almost die. ”

There is a price to be paid for stealing the Heavenly Machine, or even spying on the Heavenly Machine, even if the Heavenly Machine Clan is no exception. And to spy on the lives of noble people is even more difficult among difficulties. Because the heavenly machine on such a person is too heavy, it belongs to the object of the heavenly machine's attention. As long as there is the slightest change, heavenly punishment will come.

The disappeared Wang Fusheng did come to the bottom of the blood pool, but the bottom of the blood pool was not full of tumbling magma like the bottom of a volcano. There is no lava at the bottom of the blood pool. Just a cave, a cave surrounded by forbiddenness. In the middle of the cave, a huge Shura was bound by chains.

These chains were not only bound up from the outer bar Shura, but passed through Shura's body in circles and circles, some through the muscles of Shura's legs, and some through Shura's abdomen and heart. There was even a thumb-thick red iron chain that pierced Shura's head like a poisonous snake.

The real cave is filled with a strong smell of blood. Because the blood from Shura's body continued to flow down these chains. And the blood that flowed out did not gather towards the pothole, but flew towards it, as if the entire cave was upside down, and the top of Wang Fusheng's head was at the bottom again, so where did the blood gather.

"Kill...... Kill me" This is an asura, or a great asura, because he has three horns on his head, and one of them is silver. The silver horn is a sign that only the Great Asura has. Only when the realm reaches the realm of the Great Asura and thinks of a character at the level of a warrior lord, the color of the horns is silver.

Wang Fusheng didn't speak, his whole body was still restless with killing intent, and his blood-red eyes stared coldly at Shura who was tied here. This is a powerful asura, and the great asura was a powerful being even in ancient times. But he didn't know who was trapped here at this time, and he bled a little. Wang Fusheng could sense his weakness, but he was still very cautious. did not reveal that he was still awake, but a murderous surge, but because of the instinctive perception of danger, he did not get closer.

"Kill...... Kill me. Cultivation's voice was extremely weak, but it was full of pleading. But Wang Fusheng was unmoved, and stood there coldly. (To be continued......)