In the mist, a woman's voice fluttered through, as if she was chanting something softly, and as if she was singing. An Zheng listened carefully www.biquge.info pen %fun %pavilion, but found that he couldn't hear a word clearly. The voice flickered far and near, and it seemed to be around when it was close, but the fog was so thick that An Zheng couldn't even see clearly a meter in front of him. If something powerful suddenly attacked, An Zheng might not even have time to react.

Fortunately, he has the scales of the holy fish that are connected to his own bloodline, and he can automatically protect the master.

After An Zheng walked forward for about five minutes, the surrounding environment still didn't feel like anything had changed. It's still a thick fog, and it's still someone singing softly. If the woman was still alive, she should not have any hostility towards An Zheng, otherwise she would have made a move a long time ago. She seemed to be able to move through the fog at will, wherever she wanted.

After taking a few more steps forward, An Zheng felt a little soft under his feet.

He looked down, and the fog prevented him from even below his knees. He could only crouch down, and then he saw blood.

His feet were almost soaked in blood. It's supposed to be a swamp that looks flat, but when you walk on it, blood seeps out. An Zheng was sure that it was blood, but it didn't smell of blood. I don't know how big this blood swamp is, and how it was formed in the first place. However, An Zheng found that the mist had risen from the blood swamp, which meant that he had just reached the center of the dense fog after walking for so long.

Strangely, after An Zheng stepped into the swamp, the woman's chanting voice disappeared.

An Zheng felt a chill behind him, he turned his head sharply, and saw a dark shadow very close to him in the thick fog. As soon as An Zheng was about to react, the black shadow disappeared. An Zheng rubbed his eyes, thinking it was his own delusion. If it was really a person who was silently approaching her within two meters, why didn't she make a move? What did the low chanting voice want to tell herself?

No one can give An Zheng an answer, everything can only be discovered by himself.

An Zheng raised one foot and looked at it, but his shoes were not wet. It was definitely real blood, but why didn't you soak your shoes in the water? An Zheng stretched out his hand and touched it in the blood and quickly withdrew...... It didn't seem to hurt much, except for the unusually cold.

What is this blood? If there is no weight pressed on it, the blood will not seep out. But the blood doesn't get the shoes wet, and there is no smell of blood. It's a paradox that feels real to the touch.

An Zheng leaned close to the ground and looked down, until he was close to the blood and water, and he could see it clearly.

Then he saw a bloody face.

An Zheng took a step back violently, and the broken army sword was almost about to be split out.

But his hand stopped there, for he realized that it was his own face. But why does his face look so broken, and there is still blood and tears flowing out of his eyes?

There seems to be a lot of resentment here.

An Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and eighteen of the twenty-seven scales of the holy fish were separated, paving a path on the bloody swamp. He stepped on the scales of the holy fish and walked forward, and when he took a step, the scales of the holy fish behind him flew up to the front, and so on. Although it doesn't feel like the blood hurts, anything weird is bound to be dangerous.

I don't know how far I went, but the swamp was finally gone, replaced by a lake of blood. It seems that the swamp is not the center of the fog, this lake of blood is. The blood in the blood lake seeped out for a long time, so the surrounding area became a swamp.

For the sake of safety, An Zheng still took the method just now and stepped on the scales of the holy fish and walked forward.

After walking about a few dozen meters into the blood lake, An Zheng had to stop.

Not far away was a small boat parked in the pong, and on the bow sat a man wearing a hat, fishing with a fishing rod in his hand. But are there really fish in this blood lake? The man didn't look up, just kept staring at the fish float.

"The sea of suffering is endless, stay with you. ”

The man seemed to have said those eight words.

"Install ghosts!"

An Zheng snorted coldly: "No matter who you are, it's not so easy to keep me." ”

The man in the hat and cloak finally made a move, but he raised his hand and made a shushing gesture to his mouth, and then with his other hand he suddenly lifted the fishing rod, and a bloody thing was immediately fished out of the lake of blood. The thing was about three feet long, twisting back and forth like a big fish. The man grabbed the bloody thing, held it with both hands and began to nibble on it, and in a matter of seconds, he devoured the big thing.

Not even a bone remained.

An Zheng frowned: "What's that?"

The man wearing the hat finally turned his head, and there was a smug smile in his eyes that people will never forget for the rest of their lives: "It's you." ”

"We?"

An Zhengleng paused, looked at the blood lake, and then looked at the man: "Here...... What the hell is this place?"

The man put down the fishing rod in his hand, stood up and stretched his limbs: "This is hell, you don't know this is hell? It's strange, how did you get in? It's been a long time since a living person has come in here, and your fresh soul must be much better than the guy I caught." ”

He raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, and there was a lot of blood on the back of his hand.

He grinned, and his teeth were covered in blood.

"Hell?"

An Zheng looked around, and then smiled: "If this is really hell, then it is really shabby." What about the rumored things? Huangquan, Nai He Bridge, why is there only one you?"

The man's smile became more and more weird: "It seems that you are really ignorant...... At the beginning, some people fought to the death to defend this place, and some people died to occupy this place, but you were so good at your life, you walked in casually. You should really be proud, how can you be as weak as you when you were able to walk into this blood lake in the first place!"

An Zheng: "You're just a remnant soul. ”

The man's face obviously changed: "How do you know?"

An Zheng: "Because I happened to see an existence similar to you not long ago, so don't pretend to be a ghost, you're just a remnant soul." My friend's soul was imprisoned to make a circle, but his soul was so powerful that he devoured all the other souls in the circle. You're the same, right? It's not hell at all, it's just an entrance to hell, or is it a loophole?"

"This pool of blood should be able to connect to hell, and you can fish for souls from it to eat and sustain yourself. I guess there's no one to feed you here, so if you don't catch a soul for a long time, you'll disappear quickly. ”

The man looked a little incredulous, and then laughed again: "You're such a weak person, and it doesn't make me feel any threat in the slightest, but you're really smart." ”

He pointed to the Lake of Blood: "Yes, it's not hell, but hell has a breach. I'm here to catch those who can't be reincarnated, catch one and eat the other. But eating those, it doesn't work very well. Most of them, like me, can't be reincarnated because they're incomplete. You're different, if I kill you carefully, then your soul will be complete, and if I eat it then, I can at least ensure that I don't have to worry about disappearing for a long time. ”

An Zheng looked at him and asked, "Where's your sword?"

The man was finally moved this time, and his eyes were full of murderous intent: "You know me?"

An Zheng shook his head: "I don't know you, but I guessed that the mile-long canyon outside was cut by you with a sword back then, right? ”

"How do you know this!"

"It's simple, because I know it's a place where souls can be reborn. So I guess you found this place because you were dying and no one wanted to die. I don't know why you know the existence of this secret realm, but you found it. There must be some connection to hell here, so it can cause rebirth. Maybe the people who built this secret realm were too powerful and cut a hole through the hell?"

"You find this place and fight fiercely with the people who guard it. You may have run out of gas, but the people who guarded it lost to you. When he died, so did you. After you die, your soul has no way to be reborn, and can only sustain itself by fishing for those ghosts in this hole connected to hell, am I right?"

The man was silent for a while, then shook his head: "There is one thing you didn't say right...... The man who guarded this place didn't lose. ”

An Zheng frowned slightly: "He didn't lose, but you stayed here?"

The man didn't answer An Zheng's question, but looked at the broken army sword in An Zheng's hand: "Good sword!"

An Zheng: "Thank you. ”

The man stretched out his hand: "Here comes the sword!"

But the sword did not move.

He was obviously surprised: "In this world, there are still swords that I can't control?"

An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force that wanted to take the broken army sword away from his hand, if the broken army sword was an ordinary kind of blood connection, maybe it had already been taken away by the other party. The Broken Army Sword was created by An Zheng's blood, just like a part of An Zheng's body.

A glint appeared in the man's eyes: "It's really a good sword, I actually know the protector, this anti-shock power is very powerful, and it is actually a purple artifact." ”

He stretched out his hand again, but it suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then crouched down with his head in his hands. It looked like his head was suddenly hurting, and the pain was unbearable. He fell in the boat and rolled in pain. The boat shook violently, and on several occasions he almost capsized underneath it.

"From ...... I...... Get out!"

He shouted intermittently, his voice hoarse, obviously in extreme pain. And the roaring voice was completely different from the person who spoke just now. An Zheng felt more and more weird, what the hell is going on with this person?

"You give it to me...... Get out!"

The voice suddenly became poignant, and then the man's body suddenly stopped, as if he were dead. An Zheng was cautiously guarded, and did not dare to act rashly. I felt that that person should be very powerful, but when he made a move, An Zheng didn't feel what kind of realm of power it was.

The man lay there and stiffened for a long time before slowly sitting up, then raised his hand and rubbed his head, he looked at An Zheng: "Didn't scare you, did you?"

An Zheng's brows furrowed even deeper: "What did you say?"

The man let out a long sigh: "I mean, I didn't scare you just now, did I? Fortunately, I woke up faster than before, otherwise you might have met with an accident." This is not the place you should be, so go while I'm still awake. I don't know how long I can hold out, he's in charge longer and longer, and I'm getting shorter. I knew it was because he was devouring the spirits and trying to kill me completely. ”

An Zheng: "You?"

"I ...... Not him. ”

The man stood up again, not the same as before, very straight, like a soldier. He looked at An Zheng, and his eyes were completely different from the person just now.

"You go quickly, I don't want to explain anything. Didn't Xiao You stop you outside? It seems that she is getting weaker and weaker. ”

An Zheng suddenly reacted: "You are the guardian of this secret realm!"