Lonely and long, the heart of the Tao is depressed.

The night of the dead is much longer than that of the human world, and the way it descends is also very abrupt. The dark red sky was dim for a moment, different from the daytime, and when you looked up, it was already a little starry. In the sky, Kong Qionglou's life star hung alone in the sky, if it was about to leave, in addition to corresponding to his life and realm, he didn't know what other uses it had for the time being.

Every dark red star corresponds to a red star, so how many ascenders are there in the dead world?!

"The life star of the poet immortal is immense, and with just a corner of the show, a brilliant purple sun is manifested in the sky, how magnificent. Since Yu Mengyao has achieved the supreme, her life star should not be far behind. But why can't you see even a single purple star in the night sky?"

So far, Kong Qionglou can only see those dark red stars, perhaps because he has not cultivated enough to see the higher heavens. But the stars are not static, and every moment there are stars falling, drawing a perfect arc against the sky, and falling in unknown places on the earth. Each of them may mean the fall of an ascendant.

"The weeping blood burial power seems to be no different from the 'true qi', and the martial arts are not impossible to use!" When he was in the Nether Realm, his martial arts were supported by True Qi and stored in the Dantian Qi Sea. After ascending to the realm of death, even though the sea of qi was silent, the weeping blood burial power circulated in his blood. In this way, Hongchen stunts can still be used!

For several days.

Walking in the vast desolation, except for the drop of divine wine given by the poet, he never ate anything in the meantime, and there was no food or water source to be found here. But the dark red power in his body has not weakened, and it continues to provide him with energy.

"The Land of Bones...... Isn't there an end?"

Every time night falls, Kong Qionglou will choose some huge skeletons to shelter in and avoid moving forward in the dark.

In all directions, the sea of bones swelled, and many shrill whinings and claws grinded, and many creatures lurked day and night. The poet once warned that the Flying Cemetery is vast and almost boundless. Since ancient times, due to the accumulation of rich corpse qi in the cemetery, it spontaneously became a spirit after a long time, thus giving birth to many terrifying dead creatures!

The newly ascended "gravemen" like him were weak in battle, and most of them died at the hands of those creatures.

Strangely, Kong Qionglou has not been attacked in any way these days. As he emerged from his hiding place to find out, the voices in the darkness would recede into the distance like a tide with his movements. You can only see some misty shadows, drifting ghosts, and the number of them makes people's scalps explode!

"Hey, I haven't run yet, you guys are running fast, could it be related to the wine jar on my body?!"

The pottery wine jar is not very large, except for the "Du Kang" ancient seal etched at the bottom, the inside and outside are all visible. But there is a faint indescribable aura on it, and even in this situation, a few rays of peace rise in my heart.

"The ancient Bacchus is helpful for cultivation, how should it be used?"

"Pass on my Taixuan Sutra, why don't you see any movement, and how should I fix it?"

By the time the magnificent coffin disappeared from sight, there were finally signs of life ahead. Wild grasses are overgrown, from sparse to luxuriant, spreading out; Unknown small trees surround a blue pond, covering an area of more than one acre, rippling blue waves, there seems to be swimming fish in the water to swing their tails, and this side of the world is incompatible.

Kong Qionglou's vigilance has increased greatly, and the contrast brought by vitality has to be carefully guarded against.

He endured his temper and hibernated in the vicinity all night, but did not see anything unusual.

It wasn't until the next day that he came to the pond with his mouth smashed and fetched water to quench his thirst. If there are fish in the water, it is very good, and other things can be put aside first, in short, you must catch two tails to satisfy your hunger. I looked around the shore for a long time, not to mention the fat fish, and I didn't find a single fish scale, so I couldn't help but be disappointed and cursed the heavens and the earth.

"The puffer fish banquet in Qixianglou, the sweet and sour carp in Jiangshui Pavilion...... There are so many unique tastes in the world, I can't eat them. This is probably the price of ascension, God of the thief who should be killed!"

The water poured out strangely sweet, cleared and moistened the throat, swept away the fatigue of body and mind, and then filled the jar of wine and prepared to drink it on the road.

"Why didn't you ask a few more words at that time, is there a gathering place for the Ascended in the Dead Realm?"

He walked aimlessly away from the coffin, away from the terrifying death, still without direction. The pool surface was rippling, looking at the distorted reflection in the water, Kong Qionglou sighed. The poet and the god of death left an indelible mark on his heart, making him look much older, and he could no longer be as heartless as before.

As he pondered, his mind became more and more trance-like, his vision wandered, and he became drowsy.

"Huh?"

He pinched his cheeks like a fool and said in surprise: "It's strange, I'm very handsome, but I'm not so handsome that I even want to see it." This face, this face...... How can you look better than a woman? And the hair, which is obviously black, when did it turn into long blonde hair, and it is still curly?"

Suddenly, Kong Qionglou's complexion changed drastically, and he tried his best to bite the tip of his tongue and fly backwards!

"Boom ......"

The face reflected in the reflection is beautiful and moving, but it is not his own face at all, it is more like someone hiding under the water, looking at him close to the water. The sanity had apparently been somewhat bewitched, and had become sluggish. It was too late, it was too fast, and the sharp pain on the tip of his tongue made him wake up instantly, but the water surface also exploded at the same time!

The pool water was woven into two terrifying hands, and immediately grabbed Kong Qionglou tightly and pulled it towards the bottom of the pool.

"You dare!"

People are in mid-air, not chaotic, Kong Qionglou roared, his right hand quickly clenched his fist, gathered the weeping blood burial power in the fist, and hit the front and back, left and right, and blasted the two big hands apart!

The reason why he is revered as a Red Dust Martial Saint in the Nether Realm is because of his self-created "Red Dust Finger Gong". But this martial arts canon is not simply to refer to the enemy, in addition to the "endless life and death" finale forbidden method, there are a total of seven different combat skills. Each style is perceived by all sentient beings and contains great power.

In a hurry, it was the second combat skill in it - the Four Wounds Fist!

People in the red dust cannot be pure-hearted, have few desires, honor and disgrace without being surprised, and joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are common. But joy and forgetfulness, anger and anger, sorrow and confusion, happiness and sorrow, once all these emotions are displayed to the extreme, they will inevitably hurt others and themselves. The four injuries are combined with four emotions, and the boxing method is biased towards guarding and waiting for change, which is undoubtedly the most suitable for the current encounter.

"Sneer, sneer, sneer, sneer, sneer......"

The big hand was gone, but he didn't get out of danger. The surface of the pool suddenly burst into a layer of mist, the temperature plummeted, the chill was like a flail, and countless ice picks rose up to meet the momentum of Kong Qiong's fall, trying to stab him into a honeycomb.

"Leave Huan Zhang!"

Kong Qionglou turned his fist into a palm, the back of his left hand turned outward, and his right hand turned on the contrary, slapping the water hard!

Red dust everything, clutch joys and sorrows, full of unknown variables. The third combat skill of Hongchen Finger was realized from this, the palm is positive and strange to assist each other, the combination of rigidity and softness, both offensive and defensive, and the power is better than the four wound fists. Under the palm momentum, the ice picks fell scattered, and the thick ice surface was torn apart, sinking into two huge palm prints.

There was a faint soft and muffled hum in the water, and Kong Qionglou also used this power to turn over several times in mid-air, and fell to the edge of the pool like a paper kite.

"Where is the demon, who hasn't shown up yet?!"

The sinister sneak attack, although it was unsuccessful, but the underwater situation was unknown, and it really surprised him: blonde hair and blue eyes, beautiful and white-skinned, demagoguery...... Looks like there's a woman hiding in the water?

"In the water, you are a human or a ghost, why don't you come out and show your face?"

It suddenly occurred to me that I had encountered an ascendant from a coffin from another realm? He shouted into the water again, but received no response. But just now, it seemed that the opponent's combat power was not very powerful, and after taking a slap from Huan, he was obviously injured!

After waiting for a while, Kong Qionglou lost patience and was attacked inexplicably, already a little annoyed. Immediately stretched out his hand to untie his pants, posing as if he was going to pee in the water, and laughed without virtue: "Haha, don't blame me for being unkind, I drank too much water, I can't help it......"

Before the words could be spoken, the pond exploded. The ice instantly dissolved and turned to boil, without any rings in between, which showed the strength of the anger. The steam wave was steaming, and it rushed towards Kong Qionglou like crazy.

In the middle of the pond, a half-flesh floats with a delicate carcass, which is as white as clotted fat. Yiren is picturesque, with sharp and angular facial features, like beautiful jade carving, ingenious workmanship. The upper body, but there is no clothing to cover the body, and the golden hair just right covers the two tall twin peaks, which are hazy in the mist, which can be called a peerless stunner!

"I knew you could hear it!"

Kong Qionglou felt that his eyes lit up, and he was prepared to easily avoid the attack of the water mist. He didn't really want to get into the water, he just wanted to force the woman to show up, the method was too inferior, but it really worked: "The dead world is really getting more and more interesting, just in such a broken puddle, you can meet beautiful women, but it's a pity that your temper is a little worse." ”

The blonde beauty's eyes were like frost, and the murderous power was surging, even worse than the waves on her chest: "This is the lake!"

Kong Qionglou seemed to be smiling, staring at the seductive picture, his eyes were not going to be taken away, it had nothing to do with Fengyue, it was just good-looking. But he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, but he had been catling nearby all night, and he didn't notice any scattered clothes on the shore, nor did he notice the woman's breath, could it be that she had been in the water before?

"If you don't come, it's just a big pool at best. ”

The blonde beauty asked, "Damn it, why are you offending me?"

"Offending you?"

Kong Qionglou couldn't figure it out, his eyes were obviously round, but he said with a clear conscience: "There is no sign around that says 'Private puddles, drinking water must be investigated', how can you offend? What's even worse is that you, you, you don't even wear clothes, it's immoral. ”

"It's a lake, a lake, a lake!"

The puddle was too big, and it was too small to say it was a lake, but she was clearly concerned about the title, almost roaring. But as soon as his eyes flickered, his tone suddenly became extremely weird: "Hmph, it doesn't matter. offended the fate of this fairy, all of them ended in death. Disgusting humans, you are no exception. This fairy is lucky, the wine jar in your hand seems to be extraordinary, it is mine. ”

It turned out that she had the idea of making a pottery wine jar and wanted to keep it for herself.

It must have been when the wine jar was used to hold water, and the residual aroma of wine in the jar dipped into the water, and the other party recognized it as a treasure. However, the combat power of the blonde beauty is not very good. In the two battles, it was clear that Kong Qionglou had the upper hand, but why was he sure that he could be put to death?

Faintly, Kong Qionglou noticed a trace of abnormality, and with the blonde woman's words, he felt that the vitality in his body was rapidly draining. That feeling was the same as when he was in the Nether Realm, when he was taken away by Yu Mengyao and cultivated, it was completely uncontrollable!