The rain became heavier and heavier, and the sneering sound of the giant umbrella of the red eye blood turtle's turtle shell being burned by the raindrops became louder and denser, and streams of fairy rain and demon shells collided and scorched green smoke scattered in the wind.

Chu Tingjun slowly stood up, quietly condensed in the heavy rain, with a slightly melancholy expression, idle and lazy like a down-and-out poet, although the rainstorm was as fierce as a scoop, there was not a trace of raindrops on his body.

Chu Tingjun looked at the demon king under the umbrella, and said lightly: "Red Eye Blood Turtle, even if your demon shell is soaked in the power of the demon spirit for tens of thousands of years, it is as strong as a Xuantie Star Stone, but it can't resist the erosion of my coiled dragon trapped love rain, you know that you will be defeated and refuse to withdraw to the demon world, what is the reason for such a stubborn resistance?"

The blood turtle sneered and said: "Dongtian Qinglong, your coiling dragon trapped love rain is indeed a supreme killing array that pierces mountains and stones, and my turtle shell can indeed only be temporarily saved, but you are bound by the Xuanhu Mystery Fragrance and the whole body True Yuan, I want to see, in addition to being able to trigger this rain, what else do you have left?"

Chu Tingjun smiled faintly: "Do you want to launch an offensive against me before the turtle shell is pierced by my trapped rain? It's a pity that this rain is as dense as velvet all over the hundred miles, except for the square inch under your turtle shell, it can also be a corner of peace, and once your martial arts demonic qi is released, as long as it is stained with a little rain, it will all dissolve into ashes, what way do you attack me?"

The blood turtle rolled up a pair of strange eyes and thought about it, and suddenly asked Chu Tingjun: "After you humans die, your soul will go to the Netherworld to reincarnate, and before going to the Netherworld, there is a long road that ghosts must pass through, where the water of the nine wells is as muddy as yellow soup, and the road is covered with blood-red flowers on the other side.

Chu Tingjun frowned and said: "The black wind is far away, once you enter the netherworld, you will not return to your hometown, we call it Huangquan when you say this road, why are you asking this?"

The blood turtle said in a hoarse voice: "At the entrance of our demon world, there is also a section of the road, which is a three-hundred-mile swamp as black as ink, where there are no bright red flowers on the other side, but it is covered with pale soul-conjuring reeds, all living beings in heaven and earth, as long as they walk into this swamp, they will either be sucked away by the soul-convincing reeds, or they will be corrupted into mud and white bones in the swamp. ”

Chu Tingjun snorted and said, "I've heard of this demon realm, and your red-eyed blood turtle cultivated the Ten Thousand Year True Yuan in that black water swamp, but so what?"

"How is it?" the Blood Turtle said with a grin, "I want you to give you a taste of how terrifying the swamp yellow spring really is." In the midst of the cruel laughter, the blood turtle's arms were stretched, and the giant umbrella of the turtle shell that rotated on his head skyrocketed again, and suddenly Chu Tingjun was also covered under the umbrella.

At the same time, the blood turtle's ugly long beak and huge nostrils spewed out a purple black mist, which did not float around like other fogs, but like a stagnant inky mercury, scattered on the ground under the umbrella, flowing everywhere pervasively.

Tan Yanbei listened to the answer between Chu Tingjun and the blood turtle, and felt that something was wrong, but he didn't expect that something would happen, and the red-eyed blood turtle suddenly attacked in the middle of the talk, Tan Yanbei hurriedly shouted: "Dongtian Xingjun, get out of there quickly." ”

The Blood Turtle sneered and said, "Leave?"

Chu Tingjun saw the black mist scattering, and he also wanted to retreat, but when his feet moved, he felt like he was stepping on the soft sand, and both feet suddenly sank into the mud.

Chu Tingjun was taken aback, and looked down to see that the piece of land under the giant umbrella of the turtle shell had turned into a dead black muddy slurry, and the harder his legs worked, the more he slowly fell in the mud.

Hundreds of pale reeds quickly grew out of the black mud, and on the heads of those reeds grew a gloomy skeleton, which stood like rotting flesh as it shook.

Xuanhu Gegejiao laughed: "My handsome brother, how is the swamp yellow spring of the blood turtle?

Chu Tingjun struggled slightly, his legs sank into a few inches, he let out a long sigh, he didn't dare to move again, the blood turtle looked at Chu Tingjun coldly and said, "Dongtian Xingshu, you have fallen into my swamp Huangquan and can't extricate yourself, and these three hundred soul reeds will soon be covered all over your body." ”

A smug smile appeared on his face: "If you don't move, the three hundred reeds will suck up your essence and blood, and when the reeds turn from white to red, your essence and blood will be exhausted, and your soul will fly away and die, if you struggle, you will fall into the endless depths of black mud and turn into a festering white bone remnant." ”

The red-eyed blood turtle monster asked Chu Tingjun with a smile: "Is this kind of helplessness of slowly waiting for death ten thousand times more shady and terrifying than the Yellow Spring Road in the Netherworld." ”