"It smells so good!"

"Brother, you don't want to die, this is a Death Ecstasy, hurry up!"

An area shrouded in colorful aura, but all the warriors who passed through this place would take a direct detour from a hundred miles away, as if fleeing the plague.

They all knew very well that this seemingly gorgeous aura was a great evil thing, a talisman of death, and if it was touched, it would die.

There were countless warriors who bypassed this area and galloped towards the direction of Blood Spirit Mountain. No one paid any attention to the potholes on the surface of the mountain covered by the thick colorful dreams, which were the source of the colorful dreams.

Under the cover of colorful dreams with the title of Death's Ecstasy, no one would be willing to take the risk, even if anyone did notice the potholes in the mountain.

"Tick-tock!"

Luo Hao didn't know how long he had been falling, but when he had consciousness again, he found that he had stopped falling.

It was pitch black all around, and there were drops of water falling from the rocks above his head, and the drops of water on the hideous wound on his chest made him feel a slight coolness and labor pain.

"Poof, cough, cough, such a powerful demonic power, if it weren't for the human blood soldiers, I'm afraid that this time I would really have to explain here. Suddenly, there was a stagnation in his chest, and Luo Hao spat out a mouthful of blood. Cold sweat slid down, the green tendons on his forehead throbbed, and the roots burst out like dragons.

Although Yang Li's Ten Thousand Demon Bell is only a human blood soldier, it was born from the Ten Thousand Demon Bell, which contains a trace of the charm of this ancient killing weapon, the Ten Thousand Demon Bell, and the slash invisibly magnified that killing machine.

The terrifying killing machine was raging wildly in his body at this moment, as if a peerless and terrifying ancient beast was rampaging through the meridians.

"Poof!

The body trembled, and Luo Hao felt that the meridians in his body were constantly being torn apart under the impact of this killing machine, like a sharp knife constantly cutting through the meridians.

Feeling the pain of skin cutting in the meridians, Luo Hao's steel teeth clenched tightly and did not say a word. I couldn't see a little light and I didn't know where I was at the moment, there was silence, only the sound of water droplets dripping in the darkness.

Luo Hao sat up cross-legged with difficulty, and then silently ran the Double Dragon Proud Recipe in his heart, and the infinite murderous aura in the meridians suddenly frantically strangled the dragon power that had just been derived, this was a tug-of-war battle.

The dragon power is constantly being worn out by the killing machine and constantly being derived again, and it can be clearly felt that the dragon power derived again seems to be more extraordinary, more pure, and even faintly contaminated with a trace of murderous aura.

This is like Nirvana again and again, getting life from death, maybe the end of death represents the beginning of life, this is the thought that Luo Hao has in his heart at this moment.

With the continuous nirvana of dragon power, the demonic power and terrifying murderous aura were constantly being consumed, and gradually a wisp of pure and ancient gold in Luo Hao's meridians began to swim.

Although it is only a small wisp, there seems to be a real golden dragon lurking in it, and the reckless dragon power is full of breathtaking.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The majestic and broad dragon groan in that wisp of golden dragon power was as loud as the ancient Sanskrit sound, and if someone stood beside Luo Hao at this moment, they would definitely be shocked.

At this moment, his treasure is majestic and joyless, as if he has fallen into eternal silence, but his thin and dilapidated body actually exudes a faint dragon power, this is the purest dragon power, that is the dragon power that only belongs to the ancient true dragon.

The ancient true dragon is definitely an unpredictable existence, invincible in the nine heavens and ten earths, the eight desolations and six together, its means are beyond human imagination, such an existence only exists in ancient ancient books, not to mention the real dragon in hundreds of thousands of years in ancient times, even if it is an ordinary dragon in the ancient continent, it has been extinct and dust-free.

The bloodline in the dragon clan is strict, and the superior has absolute oppression over the inferior, but the ancient true dragon is an outlier, it may have a noble bloodline, but it may only be a dragon with ordinary blood, or it may even be just a subdragon with dragon blood. It's like a mortal who started from the end of the world and finally reached the pinnacle.

The pure golden dragon power is like an ancient true dragon swimming in Luo Hao's meridians, and what is even more terrifying is that this wisp of pure golden dragon power is constantly growing, and the domineering of refining infinite murderous and demonic power to strengthen one's own dragon power can be seen.

A faint golden color gradually appeared on the surface of Luo Hao's body, and the tearing pain in the meridians had disappeared, leaving only the hideous knife wound on his chest. Under the nourishment of the dragon's power, the wound is also gradually healing, until it is completely healed, and only a knife mark remains on the chest.

In the darkness and death-like silence, Luo Hao didn't know how long he had passed, and in a long time, he finally removed all the damage caused by the murderous qi and demonic power in the meridians, and even those dark injuries caused by the battle were also recovered under the nourishment of the dragon power.

"Poof!"

In the darkness, a pair of golden pupils opened, two golden lights shot out from his eyes, the golden light quickly converged, Luo Hao clenched his fists tightly, he felt that the strength in his body had been completely recovered, and he had unconsciously broken through to the eighth level of qi spirit in the healing.

With his hand stroking the remaining knife marks on his chest, Luo Hao's eyes flashed with a killing elephant and said: "Qi Spirit Eightfold, it's still too weak! Yang Li's sword revenge, I, Luo Hao, swear to return it tenfold." ”

Take off the clothes that have been torn on your body, Luo Hao took out a piece of clothing from the storage bag and put it on, and then he began to look at the environment he was in.

A golden light floated in the palm of his hand to illuminate the place, and Luo Hao sadly found that he was trapped in a small space at the moment. Just like a secret room, there is only one above the head that falls down by itself, and the surrounding mountain walls are so smooth that they are not sticky, and there is no way out at all, unless they break through the Tiangang Realm and can fly in the sky.

"Could it be that I, Luo Hao, am really going to die here?" sighed secretly in his heart, and suddenly a ray of light from the corner of his eye hurriedly glanced at one of the mountain walls, and with the help of the golden light in his hand, Luo Hao found that there were some seemingly chaotic but mysterious traces on this mountain wall.

"Sword marks!"

The entire mountain wall is full of messy sword marks, but there are undoubtedly sword marks on the palm rubbing over the mountain wall. These sword marks seem to be chaotic, but they are like iron and silver hooks, so that people's ears even have a soft sword sound ringing.

As his gaze fell on the corner of the mountain wall, Luo Hao's expression suddenly shocked, and he saw a tadpole-like text engraved in the corner.

"Absurd!"

Luo Hao's face was shocked, and he blurted out, he recalled the book full of tadpole texts he had found when he was looking for martial arts in the Shenwu Pavilion of Tianhai Sect.

There was an interpreter next to him, and although he only glanced at it in a hurry, he remembered a few words somewhat. This tadpole script is a kind of script that originated from the end of antiquity and the turn of the Middle Ages, which was a blank period of time.

If it was just a text from an ancient period, Luo Hao would not have such a big reaction, but the words engraved on this mountain wall made people have to be cautious.

"Immortals!"

An ancient legend of immortals, from ancient times to the present, no matter in which time and space it is, it is mysterious and unpredictable. Taking a deep look at the sword marks covering the entire mountain wall again, Luo Hao seemed to find something in his heart.

"What are these sword marks beguiding, are they bygone years, or ancient marks or ....... Luo Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered in his mouth, but he quickly stopped his mouth, and a cold that made him fall into the abyss shocked his heart, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes peeping at him in the dark, and before he knew it, he found that his back was already wet with sweat.

With palpitations, he glanced at the fairy characters at the corner of the mountain wall and the sword marks all over the mountain wall, and his heart immediately lit up: "The sword marks and words in this place are all left by people, that is, there is a way to be found here, not a dead end." ”

Luo Hao, who figured this out, immediately began to look in the small space, but except for some sword marks on this mountain wall and the immortal character, the rest of the mountain walls were all clean.

Unwillingly, an hour later, Luo Hao's gaze once again stayed on the mountain wall covered with sword marks and engraved with the word tadpole of the fairy character.

"The absurd text and the sword mark only appear on this mountain wall, and it is obvious that the absurd text and the sword mark will not appear for no reason, unless there is a cave in this mountain wall. Thinking of this, Luo Hao's eyes flashed, looking at this mountain wall and looking at it, it seemed that he wanted to see through the mountain wall.