Is that really the case?

Hu Yang couldn't believe it, but he was helpless, all of this was not what Hu Yang wanted to see, and it was developing in an unpredictable direction for Hu Yang. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The blood-colored aura soon occupied Hu Yang's entire body, and these blood-red broken bones were left by the Yuan Infant Female Cultivator, and the aura contained in them was incomparably abundant for Hu Yang.

Hu Yang felt that his Dao platform was about to be broken, and the entire Nine Rank Holy Lotus had changed from its original color to a bright blood red, and it continued to grow in Hu Yang's body.

Hu Yang was like being bitten by thousands of ants at this time, and every inch of his body felt the pain of this devouring body, even in his body. The double torment of body and heart made Hu Yang extremely uncomfortable. He even had the urge to cut himself off, but as soon as this thought came to mind, Hu Yang expelled him from his mind.

Not to mention whether I can really die, just for the sake of the people in Tianfang Pavilion and the young family he met on the road, Hu Yang can't cut himself off so easily.

Hu Yang felt that even if he was going to die, he would have to survive to the end.

He would never bow down to this strange blood-red aura.

With this will in his body, Hu Yang struggled to support it.

Hu Yang's eyes were wide open, he was gritting his teeth to bear this inhuman pain, Hu Yang did not flinch, there was no despair, he used his inner will to resist the physical pain. Unconsciously, Hu Yang survived for a few hours, and it was already midnight in the mournful desert.

The heat in the desert was also dissipated at this time, and cold air currents appeared in the mournful desert.

Hu Yang was already numb from pain at this time, and he couldn't feel the pain on his body at all, but he still remained the same. He didn't dare to be careless at all, and at this moment, the cold aura was absorbed by Hu Yang's [Changchun Gong] and entered Hu Yang's body.

At the moment when this cold aura just appeared, the heat on Hu Yang's body quickly began to recede, and the blood-red color on his body began to fade gradually, developing in another direction.

These blood-red spiritual qi retreated towards Hu Yang's body, and all of them poured into Hu Yang's Nine Rank Holy Lotus. It made the entire Nine Rank Holy Lotus even more terrifying, as if it was a hot molten slurry.

This red piece reflected Hu Yang's body in red.

The crimson lotus flower never changed back to its original color, but began to solidify and merge with the arrival of the cold air in the desert. This change was clearly seen by Hu Yangqing, and a storm was set off in his heart.

Hu Yang watched all this happen silently in disbelief, but he couldn't do anything, and he couldn't stop it. He was like a bystander, watching the changes in his body.

At this time, the cold aura gathered more and more, gradually overshadowing the heat of Hu Yang's body, making Hu Yang's whole person burst out of bursts of water vapor.

Clouds of spiritual mist shrouded Hu Yang, making him seem to be in a fairyland.

And this kind, a huge blood-red lotus bloomed above Hu Yang's head.

A petal lotus flower is blooming in the sky above Huyang, giving this lonely desert a different feeling.

This blood-red lotus flower was extremely dazzling in the darkness, and it could be seen even from a distance. Moreover, the crimson lotus flower also emitted bursts of precious light, enveloping Hu Yang and the sand dunes below him.

That's not all, after this lotus flower enveloped this area, a beam of moonlight falling from the sky shone on the lotus, directly on the top of Hu Yang's head, and from the top of his head, it actually penetrated directly, directly on the body of the nine-rank holy lotus in Hu Yang's body. Hu Yang's body was filled with strange colors, and two different brilliances were exchanged in Hu Yang's body.

Hu Yang rushed into the dantian, and a stream of spiritual power erupted out, rushing towards the Nine Rank Holy Lotus in Hu Yang's body, and then this spiritual energy turned into a bright blood-red color, and he actually rushed up against this moonlight. Hu Yang felt that the aura in his body was about to be drained, and the vitality of the whole person was rapidly dying.

"Are you going to die?" was the only thought that came to Hu Yang's mind at this time.

Then Hu Yang's entire body turned into a strange blood-red color, and then a red light thicker than the moonlight meandered up along the moonlight, swallowing mountains and rivers towards the moonlight.

The pillar of light formed by the entire moonlight turned into a blood-red pillar, which seemed to stand between heaven and earth, giving the entire Sorrowful Desert a sense of sadness.

It was as if this blood-red pillar, imbued with the breath of death, had existed for eternity, as if it had existed here since the birth of this sorrowful desert. Large swaths of the desert were dyed blood-red by this red light, turning the land into a blood-colored ocean.

The pillar was gradually filled with huge lotus flowers, and these blood-red lotus flowers snaked up the pillar and towered into the clouds.

It all seems weird and weird, and it makes people feel chilled all over the body.

And at the bottom of this pillar, Hu Yang is still sitting on the sand dune, and the pillar that grows from the top of his head is constantly devouring Hu Yang's vitality and cultivation.

Hu Yang felt that this strange pillar was like a bottomless pit consuming everything Hu Yang.

This is a terrible nightmare, and the world in Hu Yang's eyes has turned red. The desert was red, his hands were red, and even the sky in the distance was still red.

Hu Yang felt that he was already in a blood-red ocean, and he was just an inconspicuous duckweed in this ocean, he was drifting with the tide here, he was rolling in this ocean, in pain, screaming, but he just couldn't resist, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Hu Yang's skin is rapidly drying up and aging, like an old man who is about to die. Hu Yang felt that his whole person had lost weight, and he called out to the main god in his heart, but he didn't get a response.

No matter what method is used, Hu Yang can't contact the main god now.

Hu Yang remembered that the main god had always been in the tattoo on his chest, and he had never left half a step.

And at this time, just when Hu Yang needed it, where did this main god go?

A boundless sense of desolation swept towards Hu Yang, and he felt as if he was the only one left in the world. This feeling of loneliness and loneliness made his heart cold.

He didn't know where he was, he didn't know what he was here for, he couldn't even remember who he was, and what he was doing.

Hu Yang seemed to merge with the blood-red pillar that his own whole body's spiritual power had gathered, until he lost all his strength, all his energy.

Hu Yang closed his parched eyes. Now his whole body was like the bark of a tree, tightly wrapped around his bones. His whole body was so thin that only a layer of skin remained, blood-red skin. And the spiritual power around him, along with the Nine Rank Holy Lotus, was also sucked dry and became the nourishment of this blood-colored pillar.

A blood-red lotus bloomed at the top of the pillar, and in the clouds, this lotus flower unscrupulously accepted the moonlight, emitting a dazzling brilliance. (To be continued.) )