"What the hell is going on?"

Ling Feng asked Mayboy with a confused expression.

The young man of May stroked his beard and was about to answer, but Ku Cheng directly interjected rudely and asked Ling Fengdao: "What are you pretending to be stupid? There is martial law around the Ice Spring District, and you and the black blade were only in it before, but now that the black blade is gone, you still ask others what's going on? I really haven't seen someone who can pretend to be stupid like this?"

The other seven elders also attacked one after another, so that Ling Feng could not quibble: "Ling Feng, quickly hand over the black blade girl, although she is the female slave you won back, she is still a member of my May Society, we can't watch her being killed!"

The young man of May looked like he wanted to help, but he couldn't speak, and his face looked extremely anxious.

The more Ling Feng looked at everyone's reactions, the more confused he became, and said in his heart, I just fainted, how do I know what the hell is going on? He originally wanted to argue with everyone, but seeing that everyone was so aggressive, he had an expression of wanting to eat him, and immediately shook his body, leaving an ice sculpture in the same place, and his body escaped directly into the ice spring.

On the shore, the eight elders and the Young Master of May were still surrounding Ling Feng, and they didn't realize for a while that the person in front of them was just an ice sculpture with ice spiritual power condensed.

Ling Feng quietly sneaked into the ice fountain, wanting to see what ghosts were inside.

The bottom of the ice fountain was not deep, and it only took Ling Feng a quarter of an hour to dive to the bottom of the water, and although he didn't find the black blade at the moment, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

This sudden discovery made Ling Feng's heartbeat suddenly speed up a little, and at the same time, he also realized that he was afraid that he was in trouble this time.

Ling Feng didn't know how to investigate cases, relatively speaking, he was better at killing, so he almost instinctively thought that this might be a killing game against himself.

And the black blade is a game of routines.

Thinking of the black blade, Ling Feng's mind couldn't help but think of this superb stunner with a cold appearance and an extremely fiery heart, and sure enough, as the young man of May said, she was indeed proficient in the art of the room, and even the best among them.

Originally, Ling Feng was still pleasantly surprised by this, but he was suddenly questioned by the eight elders, suspecting that he had killed the Black Blade, which made Ling Feng couldn't help but have some bad thoughts.

However, Ling Feng didn't intend to leave just yet, in his mind, even if he was framed, he would at least find some useful clues before leaving, so that Baili Tianbing and the others could help him clear his name in the future.

From beginning to end, Ling Feng didn't think that he could kill someone, at least for the Black Blade, he really didn't have any killing intent before.

The ice spirit power in the wind and snow beads began to flicker rapidly, and Ling Feng's divine sense perception range was constantly expanding, and finally it could not change to the point of the entire ice spring, and only then did it finally lock on to the location where the rich bloody aura came from.

After locking on to the target, Ling Feng did not hesitate to unfold the method in a flash, and the ice spirit power quickly crossed the water flow, moving towards the source of the bloody aura.

Approaching Zhihu, Ling Feng suddenly discovered that the thing turned out to be a dark red crack, and there was an extremely rich blood-colored power surging towards the ice fountain inside.

Ling Feng was taken aback, and forcibly used his skills to suppress the rich smell of blood that he smelled in his mouth and nose, and then his expression was a little more normal.

After carefully probing, Ling Feng faintly felt that this blood-colored crack was actually a bit similar to the sea of blood that Ling Feng often encountered in his sleep, and even he was faintly familiar with the breath in the blood-colored crack.

"Could it really be that place?" Ling Feng couldn't help but hesitate in his heart.

Yan Yucong is already dead, and now the person who may build a blood sea of this scale is afraid that only the Blood Sect Sect Master in the mouth of the red blood is the one who is in the mouth of the red blood.

"Damn, how could this old boy hide in the North Ice Plain, and where did he get so much blood, could it be that he killed someone!" Ling Feng thought about it, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

I feel that this Blood Sect Sect Sect Master, whom I have never met, is afraid that it is not a simple role.

"Hey, what kind of luck is this, I was framed for murder, and now I have encountered the lair of the Blood Sect Master. Ling Feng subconsciously complained, but quickly reacted, and couldn't help but let out a soft "huh" in his mouth.

"No, could it be that the disappearance of the Black Blade has something to do with the Blood Sect!" Ling Feng suddenly thought, feeling that he had been framed, and it seemed that there was a possibility of whitewashing.

Towards him, Ling Feng couldn't help but touch the blood-colored crack with his hand, and suddenly an extremely rich blood qi flowed into his body, and finally merged into the root-killing blood bead in Ling Feng's body.

"Buzz!"

The Root-Killing Blood Bead in Ling Feng's body was like a windmill, spinning rapidly. He even faintly felt that the power level of the Blood Fu True Scripture in his body was rapidly increasing.

This made Ling Feng shocked.

When he first killed the root and condensed the blood beads, although a large amount of blood evil qi was also condensed in his body, Ling Feng did not feel the improvement of the Blood Fu True Scripture realm, nor did he feel that there was anything wrong with his mastery of the Blood Technique.

But now, the power of the blood demon directly caused the blood talisman true scripture in his body to break through frantically, which made him have to worry about whether he would get out of control.

Among the blood beads, the dantian characteristics of the three major realms of Spirit Pill, Spirit Mountain, and Spirit Sea were quickly condensed, and his blood cultivation realm actually soared from the martial master realm to the martial sect level in an instant, which made Ling Feng a little frightened.

From a martial artist to a great martial artist, from a great martial artist to a martial artist, Ling Feng's cultivation was like a roller coaster, advancing rapidly, and even the posture of the blood beads turning wildly did not stop because of the breakthrough of the realm.

Seeing that Ling Feng was about to enter the Martial Venerable realm, Ling Feng's heart couldn't help but rise, and he felt that his breathing became rapid because of this.

"It can't be like this!"

In the blood beads, Lingshan continued to shatter and turn into a blood-colored ocean, and the sea of blood continued to expand outward, and finally turned into a blood-colored black hole.

It seemed that in the next instant, Ling Feng's cultivation would be directly promoted to the Spirit Void Realm, and then become a true Martial Venerable Realm powerhouse.

When this moment came, the struggle in Ling Feng's heart suddenly turned into longing, and even a pair of dark eyes gradually turned into a cold blood color, and the whole person was like a bloodthirsty god of death.

At this moment, in Ling Feng's heart, the originally scorching dream brilliance suddenly dissipated, and a bloody hellish picture began to emerge.

Ling Feng seemed to see himself, turning into a bloody man covered in red, wielding a blood-colored long sword in his hand, like a god, constantly swinging his sword to slaughter all beings.

The appearance of this scene made Ling Feng's body suddenly hit a spirit, and then Ling Feng, who was in a trance, suddenly woke up.

"It's terrifying!" Ling Feng couldn't help but exclaim.

His eyes swept over in horror, and the blood-colored cracks at the bottom of the ice fountain bred a profound sense of jealousy in his heart.

"Let's go back and figure it out!"

Ling Feng thought about it, and immediately cast a flash of magic, quickly piercing through the icy spring water and shooting towards the surface of the icy lake.

"Look, there's movement on the lake, everyone pay attention, catch him!" Ling Feng's figure was just approaching the lake, and even the voices of the group of people in the May Society who wanted to question Ling Feng could be heard.

Ling Feng's heart sank, and he was about to surface, so he immediately changed his route and quickly leaned towards the shore on one side.

"At this time, we must not give them a conflict, otherwise I will not be able to speak. Ling Feng moved his body quickly while secretly thinking in his heart.

However, at this moment, Ling Feng suddenly saw a blood-colored figure in the water of the ice lake passing rapidly in front of him, startling Ling Feng with a burst of hair.

Immediately after, the people on the shore also began to shout loudly.

The bitter elder even took the lead in launching an attack on the lake, and although the May Princesse had been giving bitter advice, the eight elders quickly joined forces and bombarded the lake violently.

These eight elders are cultivating fire spiritual power, and the eight demi-saints join forces, and their strength is extremely powerful, almost in an instant, the surface of the lake water boils, and Ling Feng, who is hiding under the water, instantly has a feeling of being boiled in a cauldron.

Ling Fengzheng sighed, and the blood-colored figure suddenly appeared again, not only in the water, but also jumped into the air from the water in an instant, and shot a blood-colored volley towards the martial artist on the shore.

The bitter elder who took the lead in the attack bore the brunt, and was directly hit by the blood-colored Pi Lian, and then the whole person turned into two symmetrical corpses, with crazy blood in the middle, and his body fell to the ground to the sides.

This terrible scene scared everyone half to death, and the other seven elders, the Young Master of May, were all stunned, and then their hearts suddenly beat wildly, and they couldn't help but shout with trembling voices: "Run!"

This bloody and terrifying scene was too shocking, and the master of the May Society, who was originally commanding and preparing to deal with Ling Feng, quickly collapsed his fighting spirit and was ready to run wild.

Ling Feng, who was underwater, couldn't help but feel a burst of joy when he listened to the exclamations of crying fathers and mothers on the shore.

After a while, when Ling Feng reacted and noticed that the blood-colored figure was still doing evil on the surface of the lake, he felt a chill in his heart for a while.

"What can scare a group of half-saint martial artists into crying dad and mother, is it ......" Ling Feng didn't dare to think about it, but he already realized what it was.

Thinking of the blood-colored crack at the bottom of the lake, and thinking of the terrifying blood-colored figure that suddenly appeared, Ling Feng had to think that this might be the highest realm mentioned in the Blood Fu True Scripture, that is, the higher realm above the Blood Venerable, the Blood Saint.

"This?!" Ling Feng speculated and began to confirm this, the panic in his heart became more and more terrifying.

Before, he thought that his father Ling Tieshan would become a Blood Saint, but he only thought that his father might become a super villain, and he really never thought that after his father got the power to defy the sky, he would be interested in killing himself.

But this time, Ling Feng felt an incomparable pressure, an incomparably real and cold feeling of death.

"Whew!"

A bloody light suddenly flickered in front of Ling Feng, followed by a delicate smiling face covered in blood, but extremely familiar, which was pushed in front of Ling Feng from the distance in the ice water in a dream.

"You, you, how could it be you?" Ling Feng shouted in horror.

Ling Feng, who could not be intimidated by death, at this moment, as if he had seen the most terrible thing in this world, was extremely panicked and continued to use a flashing method, moving quickly towards the back of the ice spring.

But Ling Feng's speed was as fast as lightning, and the speed of the blood-colored figure was also lightning fast, as if it could easily catch up with Ling Feng's footsteps no matter how Ling Feng retreated.

Ling Feng's heart was horrified, half of his body was numb in shock, and he desperately urged his body to move back, but he still couldn't get rid of it, and his delicate face was like a shadow, but it was like a terrifying nightmare.

"No, it can't be, it can't be you, how can you be a Blood Saint?" Ling Feng shouted in a panic.

The blood-colored figure kept chasing after Ling Feng, and the face under the blood light showed a charming and amorous smile to Ling Feng: "Childe, let me serve you! The slave family is practicing fire-based exercises, I can help you warm up!"

This amorous voice sounded like honey to Ling Feng at this moment, but it was like a nightmare, like poison, which made Ling Feng's mood worse and worse, and his body and mind were almost collapsing.