I don't know if it's Nangong Fan's illusion, since he found out that Wang Zai and King Beiliang had disappeared strangely, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes hiding in the shadows behind him staring at him.

Like a very patient beast, it can swallow him at any time.

The black dragon sword appeared in his hand.

Nangong Fan's palms kept breaking out in a cold sweat, and he held the long sword firmly in his hand, in this situation, only the sword could bring him a great sense of security.

Nangong Fan saw a dirt bag that was bigger than the previous small dirt bag, or it was more appropriate to describe it as a small hill.

At the top of the hill, Nangong Fan rarely saw plants of other colors except red in this ancient battlefield.

A small green grass crawled out of the red soil with difficulty, swaying its slender body on the hill.

The grass has an indescribable spirituality, and its appearance is slightly different from the ordinary grass, the edges of the grass blades are densely serrate, and the grass blades seem to hang down heavily on the ground, and the ground soaked in blood and water is extremely hard.

Nangong Fan groaned slightly, and Ao Canglan's constant urging voice sounded in his ears, as if he was getting closer and closer to his destination.

Nangong Fan wanted to pick this little grass, and the little grass that could tenaciously break through the soil in such an environment was obviously not extraordinary.

Nangong Fan stood on the edge of the mound, raised his feet, and just as he was about to step out, a feeling of extreme danger spread from the bottom of his heart.

Nangong Fan's feet froze in mid-air, not daring to fall easily.

He lowered his head slightly, and the edges of the mound were full of red lines, blending with the red earth, making it difficult to see with the naked eye.

Nangong Fan slowly retracted his raised legs, groaned slightly, shook his head, and continued to follow Ao Canglan's guidance.

He was able to break through the broken lines, but it took a long time, and if he only took that little grass, it seemed that the gains outweighed the losses for the time being.

Just go find what Ao Canglan sensed first, anyway, this little grass is here, and no one can easily take it.

Nangong Fan's pace gradually accelerated, after all, he had to take care of Wang Zai and Beiliang Wang just now, so that they could keep up with their pace. Nowadays there is not so much to think about.

Ao Canglan's voice guiding the way became more and more excited. Nangong Fan's pace of progress paused slightly.

He looked helplessly ahead.

A blood-red pit stood in front of you! The pit progressed layer by layer, getting steeper and steeper. until he disappeared from sight.

Red mist gushed out of the crater. The pungent smell of blood, mixed with a trace of black gas, wafted into the gloomy sky.

Nangong Fan even suspected that the red mist in the sky of this ancient battlefield might come from this deep pit.

Nangong Fan's heart swelled with a trace of irrepressible fear, this abyss was like a huge mouth, to devour him in one bite, there would not even be a bit of bone residue left.

"Down there?" Nangong Fan couldn't help but swallow the saliva in his mouth.

"It's down there. "Ao Canglan is sure and sure.

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed, the rules of the Nether Heavenly Dao were intertwined here, and it was not impossible to break through, "What is it?"

"Dragon Qi, Ancestral Dragon Qi!" Ao Canglan was so excited that she couldn't help herself.

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed with intention, and he seemed to feel that the black dragon essence blood in his heart was more active than usual. With the aura of the ancestral dragon, his body can at least break through to the legend perfectly, and there will even be many unexpected benefits.

If this ancestral dragon qi was in the upper realm, just a few traces could even make mortals reach the heavenly level.

Nangong Fan no longer hesitated, took a step, and walked towards the deep pit.

......

At the black line of the entrance, a figure hidden in the darkness slowly squirmed, his whole body was shrouded in black robes, his gaze was gloomy, staring directly at the entrance of the ancient battlefield. The stiff voice slowly spat out, and there was unspeakable doubt in it.

"Why hasn't anyone come out of it for three days?"

No one answered him, and he was cautious and did not dare to go inside easily.

At this time, Nangong Fan couldn't even see his own feet, and the thick red mist completely blocked his vision.

He walked with difficulty, every step was cautious, and he dared to put down his steps with peace of mind when he was steady.

Divine thoughts probed out, although under the contamination of blood mist, it was not as invincible as before, but it was also somewhat useful. At the very least, if someone sneaks up here, he can sense it in advance and won't lose the opportunity because he is caught off guard.

Nangong Fan walked step by step towards the depths of the giant pit. A strange hurricane struck suddenly, causing his body to stumble forward. As the wind falls into the depths.

Nangong Fan didn't struggle indiscriminately, but whenever the speed of his fall reached a certain limit, his spiritual power condensed into a solid under his body, reducing the speed of his fall slightly.

The wind whistled in my ears. The red mist grew thicker and thicker in his eyes, until he reached a limit where he couldn't see anything but the wriggling red, and then slowly began to fade again.

Nangong Fan's pupils flickered, and it seemed that he was about to go to the deepest part.

The sound of the wind stopped suddenly, and flowers grew under Nangong Fan's feet, and they stopped on the ground step by step.

The soil under your feet is much softer than before, but the color looks much darker. If just now it was just a little bright red, and it was so red that it was bewitching, now it looks like a dark red that goes deep into the bone marrow, and the red makes people feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

Nangong Fan glanced down slightly, his feet were already a little stuck in the mud, and there was even a red liquid looming at the edges.

Although Nangong Fan didn't know if there was anything that couldn't be contaminated with this liquid that looked like blood, for the sake of prudence, Nangong Fan still wanted to suspend on the ground to avoid being soaked in this blood.

But what made Nangong Fan's face change was that he couldn't hang in the air, and he couldn't help but look up at the black hole above his head.

Hurricanes and red mist nourish it. How can I get out if I can't fly into the sky?

The light here is insufficient, but Nangong Fan can barely see some of the surroundings clearly. At this time, Ao Canglan also lost the sense of the ancestral dragon's qi, and could only vaguely sense that the ancestral dragon's qi was near here.

The qi of the ancestral dragon, according to legend, is the condensation of the qi and blood of the first divine dragon between heaven and earth, and it can be said that it is used a little less in this world.

Legend has it that the ancestral dragon built the dragon gate, and everything in the world turned into a dragon, and the ancestral dragon's breath that is now circulating is overflowing from the dragon gate.

But the Dragon Gate has long since collapsed, and the Sky City is built with the fragments of the Dragon Gate as the core. Now the qi of the ancestral dragon has long been impossible to find, and there is the qi of the ancestral dragon here, which is a great creation for Ao Canglan and Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan hesitated slightly, raised his steps, and first explored the surrounding situation before making the next decision.

Nangong Fan was like a blind man touching an elephant, exploring the surroundings step by step, until he touched the edge of the stone wall.

The stone wall was very slippery, and there was a viscous liquid staining it, which made Nangong Fan can't help but think of the scene he saw in Niu Qingdao's body. Thinking about it slightly, could it be that he ran into which giant beast he was confused again?

Nangong Fan frowned slightly, but his eyes inadvertently saw a layer of white ash on the ground. He squatted down, looked at the white ash, stretched out his hand and stroked it gently, and his face gradually became extremely ugly.

It's ashes!

Fresh ashes!

Nangong Fan's heart trembled, a crisis enveloped his body, and his right leg kicked the ground and his body jumped backwards.

The moment he just left, a sword shadow fell from the sky, as fast as lightning, making an unpleasant grinding sound in the void. The cyan long knife slashed mercilessly to the ground, deeply embedded in the blood-colored soil, and blood splattered indiscriminately in all directions.

Nangong Fan held the long sword and pointed straight ahead. He didn't move, as this sword appeared, this dark place seemed to be a lot brighter all of a sudden, and Nangong Fan saw clearly what the hell was suddenly attacking him.

A praying mantis, taller than others, with arms as sharp as knives, and an indescribably hideous face.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but be stunned, how could there be demon beasts in this place?

The praying mantis did not move, and Nangong Fan did not dare to act rashly, he could sense that this praying mantis demon beast was not something he could challenge now.

It's just that what makes Nangong Fan strange is why this mantis's pupils are completely blood-red, and there is not the slightest emotional fluctuation in it, like a machine that only knows killing.

What is a demon beast? It is a beast that has spiritual wisdom and knows how to cultivate. Nangong Fan was sure that this praying mantis would cultivate, but why didn't he have the slightest wisdom when he looked at it?

Nangong Fan was still thinking about the reason, and he was very happy to continue to stalemate with this praying mantis.

At this time, the slippery stone wall that Nangong Fan had just touched rose with light. A pair of blood-red eyes appeared on the stone wall, and Dao Dao's indifferent gaze stared at Nangong Fan in front of them.

Nangong Fan's heart trembled, couldn't every pair of blood pupils be demon beasts of the mantis level, right? Hell, where did so many demon beasts come from?

Nangong Fan couldn't help but look back, the darkness was being expelled, and a pair of blood pupils opened on the surrounding stone walls. A different demon beast with hideous faces slowly appeared on the stone wall.

Did you come to the zoo? The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth twitched.

A buzz echoed overhead.

Nangong Fan tightened the black dragon sword in his hand and couldn't help but look up.

Transparent blood-colored cocoons fluttered in the air with the yin wind, and drops of hot blood spilled from the air and merged into the blood and soil, making the blood color of the soil even deeper.

Inside each blood-colored cocoon was a Terran with closed eyes.

Their black robes were corroded in the cocoons of blood, and their exposed skin was red and black.

Some cocoons have only skeletons left, and some cocoons are empty, only the ashes are fluttering, clinging to the stone wall and sinking.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Glancing slightly, his pupils froze. He saw Wang Zai and King Beiliang!

It's just that these two guys may have just been caught not long ago, and they are still alive, their spiritual power surging, and the frost and sword shadow keep hitting the barrier of the blood cocoon.

But the blood cocoon, under their constant struggle, except for a few slight shakes, is unharmed, and perhaps when they are exhausted, they will be reduced to lambs to the slaughter, like everyone else, and become the nourishment of the soil.

Nangong Fan tried again to fly, but he was powerless. It seems that he has lost the ability to resonate with heaven and earth, and can no longer take off with the help of the aura in heaven and earth.

Or is there no aura here?

Nangong Fan is not in a hurry, as long as these demon beasts don't make a move, he still has time to think about ways to break the game.

Nangong Fan tried to absorb the aura around him. A trace of blood burrowed into his body, and there were bursts of sharp pain in the meridians. The aura of Dao Fire rolled before the blood-colored aura was extinguished.

Nangong Fan pondered slightly, there was indeed no aura around him, or rather, there was no aura for him. He didn't have the ability to strip out the beneficial aura from this messy void anyway.

Nangong Fan suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit. It was the Qi of the Ancestral Dragon that he came all the way to this place. He firmly believed in Ao Canglan's induction, so where would the ancestral dragon's qi be?

This may be the key to breaking the game.

A dragon groan came out from Nangong Fan's body, and the majesty of the ancient vicissitudes spread through the sky.

The dense blood pupils on the stone wall flashed with fear, and even if they lost their minds, their instincts still made them want to surrender.

Nangong Fan looked at it intently and found that except for the mantis that slashed at him, the other demon beasts had become a little illusory, as if their bodies were still in another time and space at this time.

A ridiculous thought flashed in Nangong Fan's heart, could these Blood Pupil Demon Beasts all be projections, but since they could be projected here, it proved that they could also come at any time.

Nangong Fan remembered that in the legend, the depths of the Forest of Terror were linked to the demon world, and this place was rumored to be above the Forest of Terror. There was some kind of speculation in my mind.

The space represented by the ancient battle site is intertwined with the Nether, and it just so happens that there is a space passage connecting the demon world next to it, and various factors have caused the space to change, which has created such a scene?