Zhang Zichen wanted to surpass these unjust souls in the blood cave.

But He Huimin looked at the bottom of the blood cave, sighed, and shook his head: "These unjust souls have gathered here, causing this blood cave to become a place of the most yin, and the resentment in it is too strong, even with my immortal body, it is difficult to surpass them." ”

"Alas, what should I do then?" Zhang Zichen patted his head, a little headache, tens of thousands of three souls and seven spirits gathered together, this is not a simple thing that is easy to exceed.

"Zi Chen, in fact, your body is also extremely special, although I don't know what kind of physique you are for the time being. But that day in the Dragon and Tiger Taoist Temple, when your ancestor wanted to attach the thousand-year-old peach tree spirit to you, he, your physique was very special. He Huimin paused, and then, "I think, these unjust souls are too powerful for my body to bear alone, if I add you, maybe it will have an effect." ”

"Why didn't I think of two people overtaking them together?" Zhang Zichen was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled, "That's right, although I don't know what kind of physique I have, but my physique is no worse than your immortal physique." When I go back this time, I must ask clearly, I must learn what kind of physique I have. Hehe, your immortal body plus the special physique, the two of us, it shouldn't be difficult to surpass these unjust souls. ”

Just do it, after Zhang Zichen and He Huimin discussed, they began to take out some props that must be used when surpassing the soul from the space ring.

These props are all things of the Daomen, and those who know how to see it know that this is the thing that is needed to surpass the wronged soul.

And just as Zhang Zichen and He Huimin were halfway through the preparations, there was a strange sound under the blood cave.

"Senior brother, what's going on?" Hearing the voice, Zhang Zichen hurriedly asked.

Previously, Zhang Jianfeng had been staying next to the blood cave, looking below, he naturally hoped that the deadwood Taoist was hit by the sword in his heart, and then jumped down the blood cave and died.

In this way, Zhang Jianfeng can be regarded as avenging his fiancée.

But now the situation seems to be wrong, Zhang Jianfeng squinted his eyes and looked at the dark red blood dozens of meters below, "The blood under the blood cave is boiling!"

"Boiling?" Zhang Zichen wondered, "What is the reason?"

"It's not clear, you two come and take a look. Zhang Jianfeng shouted.

Zhang Zichen and He Huimin glanced at each other, then put down the things they had prepared in their hands and walked to the side of the blood cave.

Zhang Zichen took advantage of the situation to look down, and sure enough, as the senior brother said, the blood in the blood cave was indeed boiling.

So Zhang Zichen made a judgment at the first time, and he frowned: "If my expectations are correct, this dead wood Dao Leader must not die if he jumps off this blood cave." On the contrary, he stepped into the Demon Dao, cultivated this Yin Spirit Dao, and his cultivation increased greatly!"

Zhang Zichen's words made Zhang Jianfeng's eyes suddenly dim.

Because if the deadwood Taoist is not dead, it is clear that Zhang Jianfeng failed to avenge his fiancée.

Moreover, what awaits Zhang Jianfeng will be a deadwood Taoist in the Yuan Infant Realm.

A dead wood dao chief in the Yuan Infant realm, Zhang Jianfeng can't be his opponent, what to do next, Zhang Jianfeng doesn't know, he can only keep calm, looking forward to the dead wood dao chief has fallen off this blood cave and can't come back to life.

Puff puff!

At this time, the dark red blood in the blood cave boiled more and more intensely, and the sound like a big wave actually reached the ears of Zhang Zichen and the three of them.

With this boiling sound, the dark red blood began to glow, and a ray of light erupted from under the blood, shining into the air.

"Heart, there is a huge power coming from below!"

When this light was emitted, Zhang Zichen was surprised to feel that under this blood, a powerful force seemed to be about to break out of the cocoon.

Under Zhang Zichen's reminder, the three of them quickly retreated.

Sure enough, at this moment, in the blood cave, after a burst of dark red blood rolled, a blood-colored figure shot up.

"Hahaha!

The movement of this blood-colored figure was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it flew all the way up from the bottom of the blood cave dozens of meters high, without the help of any external force.

He flew while laughing, and his smile was full of infinite yearning.

"Powerful! Really powerful! Cultivating this Yin Spirit Dao, it's really powerful!"

This blood-colored figure flew out of the mouth of the blood cave in the blink of an eye, flashed in front of Zhang Zichen and them, and appeared not far away.

When this blood-colored figure fell to the ground, Zhang Zichen could see clearly that this person was the Deadwood Dao Chief.

The hair and skin of the dead wood chief, as well as the clothes on his body, were all stained red with blood.

At this moment, the Deadwood Daoist was standing on the ground, and the blood stained with him was dripping and spreading on the ground.

"Cool! Cool! The feeling of strength is cool! Yuan Infant Realm, the late Yuan Infant Realm, this is the feeling of the original!"

The Dead Wood Dao Master seemed to be investigating his dantian, he had already understood himself, after jumping into the blood cave, he cultivated this Yin Spirit Dao, and his cultivation skyrocketed, all the way to the late Yuan Infant stage.

This kind of soaring speed, if you change to ordinary cultivation, is a speed that cannot be reached at all.

The Yin Spirit entered the Dao, and his cultivation skyrocketed, and the Dead Wood Dao Master was still immersed in this great joy.

Suddenly, the Deadwood Daoist seemed to think of something, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Zichen and the others.

Among them, the eyes of the Deadwood Daoist fell on Zhang Jianfeng, who had the lowest cultivation.

The deadwood Taoist had murderous aura in his eyes, staring at Zhang Jianfeng, and the joy just now disappeared all at once, replaced by a face full of anger.

"Your name is Zhang Jianfeng, just now, you just wanted to kill me?" said the Deadwood Daoist angrily.

"That's right! I'm Zhang Jianfeng!" However, in the face of an opponent stronger than himself, Zhang Jianfeng did not show fear, because Zhang Jianfeng had already made a plan to die.

"Zhang Jianfeng, Zhang Jianfeng......" The deadwood Taoist gritted his teeth and read Zhang Jianfeng's name several times in a row, "Zhang Jianfeng, it's you! It's all you! You stabbed my heart, trying to break my Dao heart, if it weren't for the blood cave next to it, I would really die in front of you." ”

When Zhang Jianfeng heard this, he chuckled and said, "It's true, I almost killed you, but since you survived, it doesn't matter, because you're no longer alone." Yes, you are not a person, nor a monk, your three souls and seven spirits have been devoured, and there is only one Yin Spirit left, simple, you can only be regarded as a half-dead person. ”

"Half-dead?" Deadwood Dao Chang was stunned, this was a new name. But to describe them as half-dead people who have stepped into the Demon Dao and cultivated the Yin Spirit Path, this is indeed a good name.