The reason why they want to hurry up is that they want to swallow the treasures in this Blood Pavilion alone, if they wait until other geniuses come, what is the point of them breaking this prohibition?

Everyone knows that with the power of everyone, this prohibition can be easily broken.

Everyone looked at Situ Bei's serious face, and they had a feeling that they wanted to kill him.

Yan Xu's lips opened, but he still didn't say anything in the end, if it weren't for Situ Bei's strength and worth wooing, he would go down with a halberd now and directly poke this Situ Bei to death.

Miao Fengfeng saw everyone's reaction, and then said in a low voice: "Your method seems to be very good, why are they all silent?"

Situ Bei sighed deeply and said, "Maybe I was shocked by my thoughts."

Miao Fengfeng nodded, looked at Situ Bei with admiration, and said, "Your brain is really good, no wonder your cultivation speed is faster than me."

"Of course"

Situ Bei heard Miao Fengfeng's words, and his face was triumphant.

At this time, Wen Qingye suddenly saw a spiral pattern on a giant tree in front of him.

"That's?"

Wen Qingye had a hint of surprise in his eyes, and couldn't help but say to himself: "This seems to be a void crack."

Void crack, is a space distorted, tearing will appear, generally cultivated to the realm of the Immortal Monarch, can tear the void, but that is only a short tear void, if it is a long time, the torn void will close.

But with the Void Crack, it is different, if this Void Crack exists, it can allow people to shuttle into a void at will.

The cracks in the trunk of this giant tree are extremely secretive, and ordinary people can't see them at all unless they look carefully and have a deep eye.

Just when everyone was looking up at the prohibition ahead, Wen Qingye slowly walked to the outermost tree trunk.

"Where does the Void Crack lead?"

Wen Qingye looked at the void crack in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but have a trace of doubt, and then his fingers lightly touched the void crack.

"Wow!"

I saw that Wen Qingye's fingers seemed to disappear and melt into the trunk of the tree.

The next moment!

A huge pulling force surged from the trunk of the tree, and before Wen Qingye could react, his body turned into a streamer and disappeared in place.

It wasn't until Wen Qingye disappeared for a few breaths that Zhang Jiaojiao withdrew her eyes and looked to the side, but there was nothing next to her, and Wen Qingye had already disappeared.

"Son, what about people?"

Zhang Jiaojiao stood in the wind and looked around, but after searching for a long time without results, she couldn't help but feel a little messy.

Could it be that I was dreaming of all this, and that the Son had never appeared at all?

.........

Wen Qingye only felt that his eyes were dark, and then his body floated, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

His reaction was extremely fast, and when he fell to the ground, he directly put both hands on the ground, and finally landed firmly on the ground.

It was pitch black, and there was a smell of sourness and dampness in the air.

Wen Qingye's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light suddenly refracted out of it, as if two lights were lit up in a dark environment.

This is a passage, with bronze walls on both sides, and dense blood-colored patterns are carved around the walls, and in the upper part of the passage, there are black skulls, and purple flames are burning on the skulls, which is really terrifying.

"What is this place?"

Wen Qingye looked at it for a long time, and then observed the patterns on the surrounding walls, and couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, "This seems to be the essence of the cultivation of the Blood Clan's Moro Blood Spirit Dao."

Moro Blood Spirit Dao!The long-established Dao method among the blood clan, ranked ninety-seventh, and was known for its fierceness and domineering in the immortal world.

Wen Qingye's eyes flashed, and all the cultivation essence of the Moro Blood Spirit Dao was remembered by Wen Qingye in his heart.

Are these all superficial parts of the Moro Blood Spirit Dao, along the long passage, the cultivation rules of the Moro Blood Spirit Dao are becoming more and more esoteric, and they are becoming more and more obscure.

Wen Qingye didn't want to cultivate this Moro Blood Spirit Dao, he just wanted to simply memorize these cultivation essentials.

Walking towards the front step by step, a large number of Moro Blood Spirit Dao essences all gathered in Wen Qingye's mind.

"This Moro Blood Spirit Dao is really strong, and it is necessary to use such harsh conditions to cultivate" Wen Qingye looked at the patterns on the wall as he walked forward.

Suddenly, he felt that all the patterns in front of him had dissipated, and the front was translucent.

Wow!

In front of me was a huge hall, the top of which was extremely high and pitch black, as if there was no end in sight, and in the center of that hall was a huge pool.

At the back of the hall, there was a long passageway, and I didn't know where it led.

Wen Qingye looked at the pool, and there was red blood in the pool, which was extremely viscous.

Goo knock!

In the pool of blood, a large number of blood bubbles gushed up, and a slight popping sound was heard.

A cold, terrifying aura continued to seep around, like a huge black hand constantly rushing towards Wen Qingye.

Eerie atmosphere, eerie pool of blood!

Wen Qingye walked slowly towards the pool of blood, but just as he took three steps, a huge black iron chain rushed out.

Bang la!

The black iron chains stirred the icy aura, and the air around them suddenly formed a white frost.

Tong!

Wen Qingye shook his five fingers, and his true qi continued to run in his hand, and then blasted towards the black iron chain, and the purple-gold true qi rushed out wildly, and the black iron chain melted directly as if it had encountered something terrible.

The black iron chain melted, but Wen Qingye still didn't dare to be careless, and looked around cautiously.

At this time, an even more strange scene appeared, only to see a large amount of blood appear on the ground in front of him, and the blood was like a trickle, slowly flowing towards Wen Qingye.

"This is the blood of the Bloodborn"

Wen Qingye looked at the blood on the ground, frowned, and then said calmly: "This place should be built by the people of the blood clan, what is it for? What does this blood pool do? It seems that if you want to know the truth, you can only continue to walk forward."

Thinking of this, Wen Qingye walked forward without hurrying.

Stampede, stomp!

Wen Qingye's boots stepped on the blood water, making a slight sound, and the entire hall was covered in red blood, as long as he stepped on the ground, he was destined to step on the blood.

As he got closer and closer to the pool of blood, Wen Qingye's heart beat more and more violently.

Goo knock!

The blood-colored bubble was still stirring, and every time the bubble reached a peak, the bubble would burst open, making a violent sound.

(End of chapter)