Under the shroud of red haze, Xia Chen's cultivation burst out. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Xuan Bing Jin!" Xia Chen snorted, the cold power on his body was all out, his body was covered with a layer of Xuan Ice, and the temperature plummeted, trying to resist the control of the red haze.

"Fire, Extreme Sun Fire, Ice and Fire Gather!"

Then, Xia Chen gritted his teeth, and his cultivation burst again, a flame was generated in his hand, and then he endowed that extreme yang power on the fire, forming an orange firework with an extremely high temperature.

It's not enough, the fire hits his body and merges with the Xuan Ice, the ice and the fire initially form a separation, Xia Chen is imprisoned by the red haze and it is difficult to use his body, this is already his limit. Xia Chen's face was white, soaked with sweat, and he didn't dare to relax a little, trying his best to resist the erosion of the red haze.

The yin momentum of the red haze was slightly hindered, but the invisible silk thread wrapped around Xia Chenhao's wrist, like a poisonous insect entering the body, instantly invading the meridians and bone marrow.

However, when Xia Chen's spiritual sense gathered on the red silk thread that was strung out at great speed, he was shocked to discover a spiritual power that was added to it, which was an invisible spiritual power that must have been transmitted from the outside world through some secret method.

"It's you!"

Xia Chen secretly hated, almost immediately thought of the source of this spiritual power, he still remembered that when he came here to enlighten the spirit, he felt the strange debilitating aura emanating from the Yang family ancestor, which was the same aura that existed on the silk thread.

Yang Kun wanted to harm him, but why? Could it be that he was manipulating this matter? Could it be that the secrets here are all related to this person, Xia Chen was very uneasy in his heart, the horror of this red haze was not something he could kill.

Under these circumstances, Xia Chen saw that the miserable appearance of the Bifang beast deepened, and the blood bruises on its body actually wriggled and crawled into its skin like bloodsucking worms.

But then a new bright red blood flowed out, condensing a few drops under the red haze and flowing to the silk thread that stretched towards Xia Chen, and then the end of the silk thread appeared, which was a black particle the size of a bean.

However, "Come out!" Xia Chen was completely useless no matter how he used his true qi and meridian retrograde, and the red haze thread had already penetrated into his body, but it disappeared strangely.

Xia Chen couldn't detect the existence of the red line in his body, and he didn't have any discomfort induction, the stone could still make waves when it entered the water, but this poisonous thing entered the body without ripples.

If it weren't for the spiritual consciousness of seeing this thing enter his arm, he would not have known that an unknown red haze had been planted in his body now.

Xia Chen found that Bi Fang's strength exceeded what he had thought before, even if it was an ancient earth spirit master-level demon spirit, it should not be beyond the peak of the Xuan Spirit Master.

But the current Bi Fang is magnificent, completely giving him an irresistible deterrent, which is at the level of an earth spirit master. So the will and the outbreak of the red haze alone can restrain his actions.

In the stone room, it was a different scene, Yang Kun looked skinny at the moment, his face was comparable to rotten wood, but his eyes were gloomy and red.

As his fingers followed Xia Chen's point of light, his body would shook, as if there would be a loss.

"Damn it, how could he cost me so much effort......? In the end, it was not the bloodline of the descendants of the Yang family, it took ten times more blood, and only a few drops melted into his body......"

The man bit the tip of his tongue again, applied it to his fingers, and drew a strange sigil on the vortex, which was imprinted on the dot of light.

Xia Chen's cold hair stood up, and he suddenly felt a panic, this panic came from the part of his body, he was not sure that it was somewhere, but he faintly felt that the dormant red thread was being triggered by something.

Just after the first rune drawn by Yang Kun fell, Xia Chen subconsciously felt that the extremely fine red haze aura in his body was expanding, he no longer cared about anything else, and hurriedly retracted his power and carried it in the meridians all over his body.

"Nine Reverse Pulsations!"

Xia Chen immediately unfolded a domineering technique in his memory, which could play a role in preventing the invasion of soul and qi to push the palace and reverse the acupoint, and all his yin and cold meridians were forcibly closed, and a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out.

But then I couldn't feel the red haze of panic.

"Bastard, how could it fail? Is the body of the night so special?"

Yang Kun found that the rune he had beaten had stopped running soon after, and he was suspicious, and even wondered if it was Xia Chen's luck to stop it, but this idea was immediately extinguished by him.

"No matter how special this little ghost is, it is impossible for him to have that kind of strength, if the Xuanling Master wants to forcibly stop it, he needs at least seven layers of cultivation, he can't, it should be because of his physique and bloodline. ”

Yang Kun was resentful in his heart, this talisman was going to consume his essence, and now he bit the tip of his tongue again, his fingers continued to draw the talisman, and then he also drew a third talisman and lowered it together.

"Give it to the old man!"

Xia Chen's situation here was critical, and although he relied on special exercises to barely resist the effect of the first rune, the two runes that followed were far beyond his limit.

"Ahem, ahem. Xia Chen vomited a few mouthfuls of reverse blood, and the pull of the rune made the red haze silk thread in his body no longer suppress, and it spread in an instant, and his Nine Reverse Pulsation Gong was forced to stop. With his current cultivation, if he reverses it, his life will be exhausted, and compared to this unknown danger of red haze, having life is still the first priority.

Although the silk breath spread, Xia Chen still couldn't find any trace of its existence in his body, and that expansion only stayed in his subconscious intuition.

He didn't feel any discomfort from this, and he didn't even feel anything other than panic, which was really weird.

But what frightened him was that this aura finally rose to his head, and it was unavoidable, seeing that he was about to enter the most critical sea of consciousness, Xia Chen's weak and pale face was shocked, and his vitality was almost exhausted, and there was no way to stop it.

No matter what kind of external object it is, once it invades the sea of consciousness, it will affect the soul of the monk.

In the end, Xia Chen felt a little bit of impact on his dark green sea of knowledge, and for some reason, after quickly entering the sea of knowledge, it stopped abruptly, leaving only on the edge, as if he couldn't go any deeper, and there was no movement.

"Huh, why did the red haze end up just after it entered the little ghost's mind?"

Yang Kun stood in the air and sensed it, he couldn't help but wonder, it stands to reason that most of the red haze should have entered the Xia Chen Zhihai, but he only went in a little, and after entering, he did not continue to go deeper as before until he occupied the center of the Zhihai.

However, Yang Kun's essence was no longer enough to support him to carve the fourth rune, so he had to sigh slightly, but in this way, he thought that he had basically achieved his goal.

As for why he paid so much price and the various twists and turns before and after Xia Chen's enlightenment, although he was suspicious, it ultimately came down to the special nature of the body of the night. Yang Kun also guessed that Xia Chen had something strange, but that should be secondary, and he decided to wait for Xia Chen to come out and take a closer look.

Inside, as the changes in Xia Chen's body ended, the light of the Bifang beast was lost, and the red haze gradually shrank back, and the two were still.

Xia Chen returned to Zhihai only to be surprised to find that he could clearly see what rushed to the edge of Zhihai, which was the end of the previous silk thread, a black dot.

Although this black spot is extremely small, it can fall into the sea of Xia Chen, but it is infinitely magnified. He looked at the black dots, and the next moment his heart shrank, and the whole person was strongly stimulated again!

He saw that there was a pattern engraved on the black dot, this pattern he knew, in the cultivation realm, this pattern belonged to a very ancient and remote one, if it weren't for Xia Chen's previous life, he wouldn't have recognized it.

It was a pattern painted like a rhino horn, and he knew that this was actually a rune, and this rune belonged to the ancient race inherited from the cultivation realm: the Wu Clan!

"I remember that the Qingwu clan introduced in the classics has such a rune, and this red haze has something to do with it?"

Xia Chen couldn't help but think of everything that happened, the vision of the Bifang Beast, the appearance of the red haze, and the current runes, as if all this was a little clearer again, of course, provided that there was no life and death crisis for him.

After recovering, Xia Chen was still panicked in his heart, the red haze silk thread was in his body, and this black dot entered his sea of consciousness, although he was currently stable, but once he had an attack in the future, he didn't know what danger would happen.

He was also basically convinced that this was the red haze of the Wu Clan, and Bi Fang might have encountered them as well, which caused the current situation.

"Why can Yang Kun control this, what does he want to do...... There are many spiritual enlighteners in the Yang family in the past dynasties, and they will accept the blessings of the ancestral spirits, will they be given a red haze...... Or is it that with their situation, they can't see Bi Fang's reality at all, except for me! Yang Kun shouldn't have thought of all this I found......

Since there was no danger at the moment, Xia Chen planned to start recovering his true qi, thinking about the causes and consequences and how to deal with them in the future, he was sure that Yang Kun must have planted this haze on him to control him, and as for the secret reason, he couldn't figure it out for the time being. It's just that he vaguely feels that the Yang family has become more and more mysterious with the things he encountered, and it seems to be covered with a thick veil.

But then he looked up a little and saw that the Bifang Beast was retreating, and it was about to disappear into darkness.

"That's ......" Xia Chen's eyes froze, he seemed to be able to see more hidden things in the red haze since he saw the runes through the black dots in the sea of consciousness.

At this moment, Xia Chen's breath was short, his body was forward, his eyes were decisive, he gritted his teeth, and approached the five-zhang Bi Fang. As expected, the current Bi Fang did not exude too much yin aura, and it was like a dead thing.

Xia Chen's hands slammed behind Bi Fang, the red haze hidden, although he saw a blank with his naked eye, his hand grasped the corner of the substance.

"Qia!" Bi Fang trembled violently at this time, and the bones of his body bulged out one by one, as if he had suffered great pain.

Xia Chen felt an extremely primitive and even desolate aura coming from his hand, and he grabbed the corner of a hard square substance, and with his touch, the object was truly revealed.

This is a stele! A stele made of blood-colored stone crystals, more than a zhang long, and most of it was inserted into Bi Fang's body. Blood flowed out of Bi Fang's body repeatedly, onto the blood tablet, and back from the bottom one after another, a kind of eerie and evil cycle.

"This breath ......"

On the blood monument, a faint lingering grievance and sadness rushed to the heart palpitations.

What frightened Xia Chen was that the surface of the blood stele was smooth and simple, and there were no superfluous traces, but the moment he saw this thing, inexplicable information flowed directly into his mind from this stele.

It's a row of intermittent golden words, each of which is endless, and it's not what this world should be.

But Xia Chen's heart was frantic, his eyes couldn't believe it, he would never have thought that after he was reborn, he would personally encounter the traces of the cultivation realm, and he would also see such ancient and rare words.

"There is no doubt that this is indeed the script of the Wu clan, and most of the cultivators will not recognize it, because this is ...... The text of the extinct Qingwu clan in the Heavenly Star Continent!"