"Hmm-", I don't know how long I fell asleep, Bian Qing, who was lying at the bottom of the blood pool, finally woke up faintly.

Sitting up, Bian Qing shook his drowsy head, and finally understood that he was not dead, and he was still at the bottom of the blood pool, and the cave in front of him was more than one person high, Bian Qing was extremely familiar.

Isn't this cave made by him in a hurry under the weight of the blood pool?!

But what about the pool of blood, and that terrible scimitar?

Bian Qing was excited, and he swished up from the ground, and he didn't dare to stay at the bottom of the blood pool for a minute. It's better to leave quickly.

continued to perform the steps of ascending to the sky day by day, and in a few breaths, Bian Qing flew to the ground.

Outside the blood pool, the blood-colored space is still the same, but there is not a single primordial beast in the space, and there is not even a single corpse of the primordial beast that died fighting with the demonic beast.

Bian Qing carefully rummaged through all parts of his body countless times, but there was nothing unusual. and secretly operated the Geshu Demon Yuan Jue, and the state of the Demon Body and the Yuan Body remained the same, and there was no change.

The invisible ring in his hand was still there, except for the smelly bloody clothes to remind him that just before, he had been deep in the blood pool.

"How can I destroy such a large space!"

Bian Qing looked down at the ashes that the Mirage Emperor had turned into, and suddenly felt inexplicably anxious.

Since entering this space, Bian Qing has encountered twists and turns, and has not yet explored this blood-colored space, looking at this strange place that looks like an underground cave and a secret realm of enchantment, Bian Qing has to start exploring carefully.

Since the Mirage Emperor confessed to himself that he wanted to destroy this space, then the layout of this space must have a way to break it, as long as he finds that key node, it may be a real opportunity to fulfill his promise.

Bian Qingfei jumped up, carefully searched along the blood-colored barrier, one by one, and finally made him discover.

In this blood-colored enchantment, there was a familiar aura. This aura was all too familiar, and within his invisibility ring, he had almost endless such things.

That's right, this thing is the blood crystal he used to support the cultivation of the demon body, and within the blood color enchantment, there is a blood crystal inlaid every hundreds of zhang distance.

This blood crystal aura was shiny, far less pure than the one in Bian Qing's invisibility ring, so these blood crystals did not arouse any interest in the demon body at all.

Bian Qing raised his peerless sword and stabbed at the blood-colored barrier, hoping to take down the blood crystal, which in his opinion might disappear immediately as long as the blood crystal was removed.

The Wushuang Sword was extremely sharp, but it didn't move the blood crystal at all, no matter whether Bian Qing was digging, chopping, or splitting, this blood crystal was still shining.

Bian Qing's head was full of black lines, looking at the blood crystals scattered throughout the blood-colored enchantment like a starry sky, and his heart was extremely bitter.

Stretching out his hand and pressing on the blood crystal, Bian Qing was extremely unwilling. In the palm of his hand, a wisp of adsorption power suddenly came, which made Bian Qing overjoyed.

Although the blood crystal is not afraid of swords, can't he use the magic word trick to absorb and transform it?!

Bian Qing's guess was indeed correct, although the demon body was extremely displeased with the energy in these inferior blood crystals, but for some reason, he was obviously much more obedient to Bian Qing's current will, and he still cooperated honestly, and with a wave of his hand, the energy in this blood crystal was absorbed by Bian Qing with a magic word trick.

When the blood crystal energy was exhausted, it immediately turned into ashes, and above the blood-colored enchantment, a large hole with a radius of hundreds of zhang immediately appeared.

"It works!"

Bian Qing did not delay, and immediately flew towards another blood crystal, concocted according to the law.

One, two, three...... 2,000 ......

With the rapid disappearance of the blood crystal, this blood-colored space continued to rumble and roar, as if it was about to collapse.

Bian Qing didn't dare to take it lightly, he deliberately kept the blood crystals at the entrance, and even, at several critical points, he also kept a few blood crystals, which barely made the blood space not collapse immediately.

"Mirage Emperor, although Bian Qing doesn't know where the scimitar went, he can be regarded as completing the first thing he promised you. Now that the Scarlet Enchantment is about to collapse, this place is going to collapse completely, senior, you can rest here in peace, Bian Qing will leave!"

Bian Qing took one last look at the blood-colored enchantment, as well as the deep pit of the blood pool that had long dried up in the depths of the ground, and commanded ten Yuan Qi cushions, all the way backwards, speeding towards the entrance of the cave, and waving his hand to remove the last few blood crystals one by one.

At the moment when Bian Qing flew out of the blood-colored enchantment, in the center of the misty jungle, there was a loud sound like the sky collapsing. The misty jungle, which had been calm just now, trembled again.

After the violent tremor ended, a deep pit ten miles in diameter instantly appeared in the center of the misty jungle. And the mist of the misty jungle formed a whirlpool for dozens of miles on this deep pit, revealing a clear sky.

At this moment, the sky is full of stars, and the waning moon is in the sky. But it was midnight.

Bian Qing smiled wryly, looked at the sky, and knew that his coma this time had made him miss time again.

Thinking of his previous experience, Bian Qing was quite helpless. It seems that he has no connection with time, and every time time many days fly, he always thinks that it is a short moment. I don't know if this time, I missed a few more days.

......

This change in the Misty Jungle did not attract much attention, because of the ban of the Tian Yuan Dao Sect, the Misty Jungle had almost become a forbidden place in the Tian Yuan Continent.

Although except for a few high-ranking sects who knew the reason, out of respect for the Tian Yuan Dao Sect, the people of the countries of the Tian Yuan Continent, as well as the disciples of the various sects, still chose to respect this ban.

......

Standing on the edge of the giant pit, looking at the clear clear sky and thick fog, Bian Qing's heart suddenly moved, and he was stunned.

At the beginning, in order to explore the purpose of the demonic beasts to drive away the beasts, when he followed the beasts into the blood-colored enchantment, he once saw that there was such a clear distinction between the blood-colored enchantment and the black demonic mist.

Isn't this a manifestation of the power of space when these two distinct forces are so close and yet so different?!

Bian Qing remembered the piece of animal skin he got from Xiao Jin, and the space martial art in the animal skin in the sea of consciousness appeared in his mind again.

From this clear vision of heaven and earth, to the magical martial arts of the beast powerhouse in the beast skin, Bian Qing thought of his own sun-shooting bow technique, as well as the longbow sword technique that had just reached the realm of potential.

Whether it's a feather arrow shot out or a long sword stabbed out, isn't it just passing through a space in the process of reaching the target?

Space is distance, if you look at space as a plane, or a whole, as long as you bend this space slightly, then the sword you stab, and the feather arrow you shoot, will inevitably be closer to the target, and the power will increase.

And the target of his own attack, because he can't see through the changes in space, thinks that the weapon attacking from the opposite side is advancing in a straight line, and he will inevitably choose the wrong time and position to dodge or resist. In this way, wouldn't your own attacks be more powerful, and the success rate will be greatly improved.

Although Bian Qing's body was motionless, his sea of consciousness was moving rapidly, constantly fusing and deducing his perception of space with the unfamiliar sword moves and bow techniques that he had been familiar with before, and calculating all kinds of possibilities.

The assumptions that seem to be different gradually take shape in Bian Qing's sea of knowledge, and then solidify, just like the various classic books and maps he remembers, which will never fade away.

Bian Qing exhaled a breath of turbidity, his eyes were clear, and the breath of his whole body suddenly changed, it seemed that his body, in the eyes of outsiders, also had a floating image, and the fog around him also appeared between him and him, and it seemed that he also maintained a clear boundary with Bian Qing himself.

The growth of a martial artist, the talent bloodline is of course important, however, as the cultivation deepens, the amount of vitality absorbed and stored in the body becomes more and more huge, and if you want to better control and use it, you need more and more the power of perception.

The reason why the sect is strong is because after thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years of accumulation and precipitation, there are too many strong people's cultivation perceptions in the sect, and these transcendental methods can reduce the countless detours of the younger generations of martial artists to achieve the path of the strongest.

Bian Qing has been lonely since he was a child, and after he was fifteen years old, after encountering the great changes in Geshu, he was blessed with many fortunes, and his cultivation soared rapidly.

But because there is no one to guide and help, many of them are methods of cultivating common sense in the eyes of the children of the big family, but here in Bian Qing, it is necessary to repeatedly explore countless times before it is possible to have a slight understanding.

Although it is hard, Bian Qing's method of hard work is the closest to the truth of cultivation.

Therefore, Bian Qing's perceptual power has also become stronger and stronger with the improvement of cultivation and the accumulation of martial arts experience.

The power of space is one of the closest to the source of power in martial arts, and it is also one of the most difficult to grasp the power, who would have thought that this young man, who was recognized as a waste wood bloodline, quietly comprehended a line just by observing the map.

It is this small line, the power of countless predecessors, even if it has gone through a hundred years and thousands of years, it may not be able to get it. (To be continued.) )