Although these resentful souls did not have spiritual intelligence, they instinctively felt the breath of Buddhism on his body, and immediately wailed and dispersed, only daring to wait and see from a distance of hundreds of feet. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's almost the end!

Feeling the bloody aura that was almost condensed below, Di Yunxiao's face changed slightly, and a pair of golden spirit wings behind him instantly stretched out, stopping his falling body.

Roar!

The treacherous roar resounded in all directions, endless blood and qi surged, and the impacting Emperor Yunxiao staggered, and thousands of ghosts howled, almost exploding his sea of consciousness.

Emperor Yunxiao covered his head and roared wildly, the golden spirit wings behind him shook chaotically, and the whole person directly crashed into a blood-red cliff, and the rumble made mottled cracks.

The roar of the bloody resentful soul was more domineering than the voice of the succubus's bewitchment, and Di Yunxiao only felt that his head was pierced by thousands of steel needles, and the feeling that it was almost exploding was worse than death.

He finally knew now why the demon dragon was so powerful that he didn't dare to come down easily.

There are so many unjust souls at the bottom of this sinkhole, not to mention the thousands of people he said, there are millions of them at all, and they are all like Senluo evil ghosts, eager to devour him into dregs.

Yuan Tu's bloodthirsty sword clanged, and the law of color formed a shield, firmly protecting him.

It took a long time for half a pillar of incense for Emperor Yunxiao to barely adapt to the turmoil in his mind, his eyes were bloodshot, and he staggered out of the gravel pile of the cliff.

"Damn, it's going to be a point before you get on the road, and if you fall above a thousand feet, I'm afraid you'll have to smash it into meat sauce nine times out of ten. ”

Coughing up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, Di Yunxiao patted his head vigorously and forcibly sealed his hearing, for fear of being killed by the terrifying killing of those group of souls barking again.

After calming down the restlessness of qi and blood in his body, Di Yunxiao had time to look at the surrounding environment.

As he thought, the bottom of the sinkhole was full of corpses, most of which were the white bones of Terran monks, piled up into a mountain.

Large swaths of blood condensed into bundles, like silk threads, interspersed with gravel and broken wood, and finally millions of blood-colored threads converged into the sea of blood in the center.

Suddenly, Di Yunxiao's body leaned back, and he slapped it out and slapped it directly to his side.

With a deafening roar, a blood-colored afterimage was directly slapped away by his majestic palm, and he himself took a few steps backwards, his face a little red.

"Hiss!

After standing still, Di Yunxiao's expression was gloomy and almost dripping, he glanced at his palm, and the dazzling blood red was slowly seeping out along the palm.

Hurt!

Although he repelled the blood shadow with one palm, he broke his flesh and body with the power of the opponent's counterattack.

Recalling the feeling when I smashed my palm just now, it was like hitting a double on a bronze bell weighing several tons, but it hurt from the shock, and my palm is still numb.

Even Di Yunxiao could vaguely feel that if his right bone was not retracted quickly, it was likely to crack.

Before he could take a closer look at the path of the blood shadow, the blood-colored mist, several similar figures slaughtered like ghosts, and their speed was so fast that they actually pulled up a sonic boom.

"What the hell can withstand the strength of 100,000 catties without dying, and can kill it again?"

Di Yunxiao's eyelids jumped wildly, and he didn't dare to be careless, and he put on the low-grade magic weapon fist gloves at the same time, and a pair of fleshy palms quickly pulled out the Yuan Tu bloodthirsty sword on the ground, and directly slashed at those blood shadows.

The qi was like the wind, the muscles of Emperor Yunxiao's whole body were tense, and the surging mana was like a river that opened the floodgates, pouring out towards the limbs and hundreds of remains, and the blood shadows of the heavy sword light were cut in two one after another.

The blood was thrown, and the rich blood mist became a lingering haze, shrouding Emperor Yunxiao's body.

Half an hour later, he fell to his knees on one knee, gasping for breath with his blood-red heavy sword on his right hand, the sweat on his forehead sliding down and dripping onto the ground with a sizzling burning sound.

The treacherous corpses lying on the ground were the same blood shadows that had just attacked him.

"What's going on? These people don't look like living creatures, but their corpses haven't cooled yet, as if they're being manipulated by something?"

The starlight in Emperor Yunxiao's eyelids dimmed a lot, and these blood shadows were physically strong, and they were able to get up again after suffering from the 500,000 jin slash of his heavy sword, and their movements were not affected.

If he hadn't woken up at the critical moment and sealed the face of these flesh and blood puppets with the method of spells, even a young emperor like him who had refined his body would have been consumed alive.

"Who's there?!"

Emperor Yunxiao was startled, suddenly looked back, and saw a figure in the depths of the blood mist flashing away, and immediately followed with a heavy sword.

I don't know how much blood mist he passed through, Di Yunxiao lost his way, and finally stumbled into an ancient altar by mistake, and the various sacrificial utensils made his heart tremble.

This ancient altar looks old, cobwebs crawling all over the sacrificial vessels, and the treasures used for sacrifice have long been reduced to ashes over time.

Emperor Yunxiao looked around, the sacrificial style of this altar should be after the beginning of ancient times, all kinds of bronze ornaments are vicissitudes, and there are dragon patterns everywhere, it seems that Jiao is the object of worship for these creatures.

After wandering around the altar for a while, Di Yunxiao's gaze was fixed on the coffin on the top of the altar, and the Bayeux spirit talisman in his body jumped a few times.

"Coffin? What kind of sacrifice would put the coffin on the altar, could it be that an important person died and was sacrificed?"

Slowly walking towards the top of the altar, Emperor Yunxiao has been on the hilt of the sword, this place is very dangerous, he does not dare to be careless.

There were ninety-nine steps on the altar, and Emperor Yunxiao's combat boots stepped on the stone slab, making a crisp crackling sound.

In the silent environment, the footsteps added a bit of horror and infiltration, and even Di Yunxiao himself felt a little hairy.

Just as Emperor Yunxiao ascended to the top of the altar and placed his right palm on the red copper coffin, a slight footstep sounded behind him.

Huh!

Emperor Yunxiao turned around suddenly, and an incomparably fierce golden sword qi slashed out, enveloping the supreme kill, and shot towards the place where the sound came from.

Bang!

The sword qi bombarded, rolling up the smoke and dust in the sky, as if the echo of striking the ancient bell was transmitted, causing Emperor Yunxiao to shudder.

When the smoke and dust calmed down, the sword qi that gasped and was strong enough to cut the steel in two pieces was actually caught by two fingers, and it was shaking back and forth.

What came out was a woman wrapped in red makeup, she was dressed in a Xuanyue red robe, her pale face did not have a trace of blood, and her two eyes were glowing with white light, looking like a female ghost.

But there is a faint life in the other party's body, even if they are far away, Di Yunxiao can vaguely hear the other party's heartbeat.