In the scarlet space, there was a soft sound of "pop", and Feng Yuebin's two brothers and sisters turned around at the same time, only then did they realize that Liu Xiaoxiao, who was originally like a peach blossom, turned like paper at some point, and the slight sound was the sound of Liu Xiaoxiao falling to the ground.

"Brother, look!" Feng Yuechan pointed to Liu Xiaoxiao's injured arm as if she had seen something terrifying, and shouted.

Feng Yuebin responded to the prestige, but saw that the long scar on Liu Xiaoxiao's wrist showed no signs of healing and scabbing, and it seemed to have the ability to pass through all obstacles, and through the jade-colored belt, it was drenched in bright red blood little by little.

Half an hour passed quietly, and the jade-colored belt that was originally wrapped around Liu Xiaoxiao had now completely turned blood-red, as if soaked in blood water, drops of scarlet blood, and even through the ragged clothes on Liu Xiaoxiao's body, it fell to the ground.

The smell of blood in the air became more and more intense.

Although Liu Xiaoxiao has the Netherworld True Qi Protector, he is still just a person who has lost his cultivation, and he naturally can't bear it if he loses so much blood.

"Brother, how can this be good? If Sister Liu's blood continues to flow like this, I'm afraid that if we can't find the exit, Sister Liu will lose too much blood and die. Although Feng Yuechan also has a bit of courage, but after all, she is just a woman, and when she encounters such a thing, except for crying, there is no way to solve it.

Feng Yuebin stood there quietly, with thousands of thoughts in her head. According to rumors, the seventh layer of this Hades Demon Tower is known as the Dark Heaven, although he has never entered, but he knows a brief introduction from ancient books.

Dark Heaven, the reason why it is called Dark Heaven, is that this seventh layer, is a bottomless abyss, even if two people are close at hand, but they can't see each other's figures, can't hear each other's voices, people who enter the dark heaven, if they can't successfully find the only way to live, will be tortured to death by darkness and loneliness in the long years. What's more, not even a trace of soul remains.

However, the place they were in now was a scarlet, as if the air, all wrapped in a faint smell of blood, the light was scarlet, the air was scarlet, they could see each other, they could hear each other's voices. So, what exactly is the medium that underpins all this?

This question has been pondering in Feng Yuebin's mind since he entered the Dark Heaven, and he was originally extremely puzzled, but now, he seems to have figured out the trick.

Legend has it that there are about two hundred top masters who have entered this dark paradise, however, no one can leave alive, but the bottomless abyss in this dark paradise has a faint light, although it is scarlet light, but it is also light.

Feng Yuebin looked at the scar on Liu Xiaoxiao's wrist for a while, took out a sharp blade from the boots under his feet, and slashed it down with his resolute wrist, the scar was more than four inches long, although it was not deep, but it also began to dye blood.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Feng Yuechan was shocked and shouted.

"Now, let's test my hypothesis. Feng Yuebin said, slowly squatted down, and gently uncovered the jade belt that wrapped around Liu Xiaoxiao's wrist, and sure enough, the blood-soaked scars were actually little by little, gradually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This..." Feng Yuechan stopped crying, she looked at the bloody wounds on Feng Yuebin's wrists, and then looked at Liu Xiaoxiao's healing wounds, she seemed to understand something.

Sure enough, I guessed right. It is Shinoshio's blood that sustains the hidden demons in this dark heaven, and if there is more blood to supply him, he will give up less, and until there is no blood to supply him, he will start attacking us. Feng Yuebin said and looked around and said, "The more than 200 supreme masters who entered here before should be the same, they died of running out of blood. ”

Feng Yuechan's heart was beating in shock when she heard this, but she already knew it in her heart, and then she didn't hesitate, and when Feng Yuebin was unprepared, she snatched the blade in his hand and scratched a bigger scar on her wrist.

"Sister!" Feng Yuebin couldn't catch off guard, and when he found out, it was already too late, and there was only a panicked exclamation.

The long scars began to stain with blood, but Feng Yuebin's scars healed little by little, Feng Yuechan endured the pain and the itchy feeling of blood flowing, and said with a smile: "Brother, don't come here, it's useless for me to protect Sister Liu." I know that you like Sister Liu, and you really like Sister Liu. My life is already like this, even if I really leave here, I won't have a good life, you and Sister Liu still have a lot of time, let me use my life to fulfill you. ”

"Sister!" Feng Yuebin said to snatch the dagger in Feng Yuechan's hand.

Feng Yuechan put the dagger against her swan-like long neck in the electric light, and said with a smile: "Brother, time is running out, I don't know how long my blood can last, you hurry up and find the exit, I am here with Sister Liu, don't try to die for me, if you insist on snatching the dagger, I will end my life before this." ”

"Sister!" Feng Yuebin called out anxiously, he had grown up watching this sister since he was a child, and he clearly knew that his sister's character was so stubborn, and no one could change what she decided.

Left and right are their Feng family brothers and sisters owe Liu Xiaoxiao a favor, even if the brother and sister are both dead, it is good to let Liu Xiaoxiao live, thinking of this, he did not hesitate, turned around and continued to look for an exit.

It was also at this time that Fu Ming finally came out of his endless remorse. He decided to follow his heart once, whether it was right or wrong, and never look back.

When he walked out of the Changle Hall with a stubble on his face, outside the spacious gate of the Changle Palace, it was already bustling with people kneeling. As far as the eye can see, there is a sea of people.

The concubines of the god world, the concubines of the demon world, the messenger of the god world, the messenger of the demon world, the imperial concubine Ruoxue who was reincarnated by the princess of the underworld in his heart, the concubine weaving snow, everyone is kneeling in a proper manner, holding a bright yellow document in their hands, all of them look like they have something to ask for...

Fu Ming swept them one by one, but there was no concern in his heart. Go to his Three Realms of Tranquility, to his gods and demons war, to his thousands of generations, everything is no longer important. has lived for thousands of years, and he finally understands this time, willful once, follow his heart once, even if he dies and falls, he must have no regrets.