"It's hard enough. Mo Chen only felt that the sword in his hand slashed at the white corpse as if it were slashing on pig iron, and each sword was extremely laborious.

But fortunately, although the white corpse's strength was amazing, the heavy blow made his already bulky huge body even slower, while Mochen was used to dealing with such huge monsters, and his body was even more agile between tossing and turning.

Under the advantages of this and the other, the white corpse has no power to resist at all, and can only be left to Mo Chen.

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Chen finally completely disintegrated the huge white corpse, and seeing the white corpse gradually sink into the sea of blood with an unwilling color, Mo Chen let out a sigh and sat directly on the blood ice under his feet.

At this time, he had to quickly recover the true element in his body, because the eighth blood pillar had not yet been shattered, and in the face of an unknown opponent, Mo Chen would not allow himself to slack off in the slightest.

Fortunately, for unknown reasons, after the white corpse was resolved, the last pillar of blood did not break as immediately as before. During the tea time when Mo Chen hurried to recover his strength, the last pillar of blood stood above the sea of blood without change.

Although the pillar of blood did not change, the sea of blood under his feet fluctuated, and countless blood-colored hot qi gradually steamed, and Mo Chen felt that the blood ice under his body began to slowly melt.

At first, the melting speed of the blood ice was very slow, so slow that Mo Chen didn't even pay attention to it, but as time passed, the melting speed of the blood ice was already visible to the naked eye, and Mo Chen had no choice but to release the cold qi in his body again to prevent the blood ice under his body from melting.

As time passed, Mo Chen gradually recovered ninety percent of his true yuan, and after this battle, his inner yuan increased slightly, and his self-created lifeless even slashing became more and more proficient.

At this time, Mo Chen faintly felt that he could already connect six swords at the same time, and the power of the superposition of the six swords was even better than just now.

"Ink dust, look around. Just as Mo Chen was concentrating on recovering the last trace of true yuan, Xuan's voice sounded in his mind.

Mo Chen opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and saw that the boundless sea of blood around him had begun to boil, except for the piece of blood ice under Mo Chen's feet, the surrounding sea of blood was constantly surging and boiling, like a pot of boiling water.

And the blood ice, which was originally tens of meters in size, had also shrunk to two or three meters in size at this time, which was still the result of Mo Chen's continuous release of cold qi in his body.

Looking at the boiling sea of blood around him, Mo Chenhe could even feel that if he jumped up at this time, he was afraid that before he could fall, the blood and ice on the soles of his feet would melt away.

"What is this?" Mo Chen frowned, he felt that there seemed to be a powerful force in the sea of blood under his feet that was constantly vibrating, and the muffled sound echoed throughout the space, like a regular heartbeat.

"I don't understand the old turtle either, but the changes around me are very weird, so I woke you up. Xuan Di said that during the time when Mo Chen was recovering, he had been helping Mo Chen observe the surroundings, but even if he had lived for a long time, he had never seen such a scene.

"Wait a minute, this beat!" Mo Chen suddenly felt a trace of discomfort, the voice that had been echoing in this sea of blood seemed to coincide with his heartbeat, if it coincided a few times, it would be a coincidence, but since he found out, it has been almost half a pillar of incense, and this inexplicable rhythm has always been consistent with his heartbeat.

"It's such a weird place, if it's only these monsters, it's good to say, this kind of inexplicable thing is the most headache. Mo Chen frowned, although this rhythm did not show any threat at this time, but the feeling that this unknown threat was not in his grasp was the most disgusting to him.

"You try to change your heart rate. Xuan Jie suggested in a loud voice.

Mo Chen nodded, and then he used Nei Yuan to move around his body, minimizing his physical exertion, and at the same time, his heartbeat began to slow down.

But as Mo Chen's heartbeat slowed down, the inexplicable rhythm slowed down with it, in short, no matter how Mo Chen's heart rate changed, this voice always kept pace with his heartbeat.

Mo Chen's brows furrowed even deeper, and just as he was thinking, the last pillar of blood in the distance shattered.

Mo Chen let go of the doubts in his heart, looked at it, and suddenly let out a shock.

I saw that above the boiling sea of blood in the distance, a man in black who looked very similar was standing on the surface of the sea of blood, looking at him motionlessly. Mo Chen squinted his eyes and looked closely, but he couldn't see clearly because of the distance.

But he looked down on it, it didn't mean that Xuan Di couldn't see clearly, he only heard Xuan Di exclaim, and then the secret method Xuan Yin entered his brain again.

"Ink dust, that's yourself!"

"Myself?" Mochen asked in surprise.

"That's right, although I'm old, these eyes don't have flowers, and the dark shadow in the distance is you!" Xuan Xuan exclaimed.

Just before Mo Chen could react from the words of Xuan Chen, the pitch-black figure in the distance moved in vain, and after only two or three vertical jumps, he came to a position more than ten meters beside Mo Chen.

"This!" Mo Chen's eyes widened, what he saw in front of him was like a mirror, the person in front of him was no different from himself in terms of appearance and clothing, the same height, the same face, there was no difference from himself at a glance, even an ink sword hung from his waist.

Just as he was shocked, the 'ink dust' in front of him suddenly spoke.

"You're the interloper?" 'Ink Dust' tone was indifferent, and his voice was exactly the same as Ink Dust's own.

"Interloper?" Mo Chen asked, but he immediately responded, "That's right, I'm the interloper, who are you, and why are you imitating me." ”

"Who am I? I am the Lord of this sea of blood, and I am the Holy Spirit of Hades, I am nothing, I am nothing. ”

"Lord of the Sea of Blood, the Holy Spirit of the Underworld?" Mo Chen frowned, he had never heard of these names.

But he hadn't heard of it, but he had heard of it.

"The Holy Spirit of the Underworld, Mochen, he is the gatekeeper of the Underworld, and he is the extremely noble Holy Spirit clan of the Underworld. ”

As soon as Xuan Di heard the name of the Holy Spirit, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and immediately activated the secret method to transmit the voice to Mochen.

"According to legend, since ancient times, there is a family of the Holy Spirit in the underworld, they are a noble race born on the origin of the underworld, each of the Holy Spirit shoulders the heavy responsibility of guarding the entrance of the underworld, and even the Yin Si judge in the underworld can't control their family, which can be said to be a rare nobleman in the underworld. ”

Xuan Di explained to Mo Chen, but he wondered again: "But why does such an existence appear here, a race like the Holy Spirit, who was born with such a noble mission as guarding the Hades, will definitely not leave the Hades easily. ”

"Gatekeeper of the Underworld, nobles of the Underworld?" Mo Chen rolled his eyes, how could he still bump into a nobleman of the Underworld.

'Mo Chen' watched Mo Chen's reaction, his original indifferent expression disappeared, and he turned to say angrily: "Haven't you heard of the Holy Spirit of the Underworld? ”