Yu Jianzi's eyes shrank slightly, looking down, and he was also surprised, but at the moment of distraction, a black shadow condensed, and in the black mist, the breath of death spread, and a stream of skulls, with their mouths open, seemed to be telling something, and roared towards him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The jade sword looked calm, and a sword was swung out, roaring and exploding, and there was even a clear white light, which was extremely blazing. The moment the sword light soared into the sky, like the Milky Way, it split everything and cut the black mist in half.

The battle above was much fiercer and more tragic than below.

In just a few breaths, there were already a lot of Jindan monks, covered in injuries and blood, but these monks were all under the command of the Yin Ghost Sect...

I'm afraid it was Fang Cai's sword that made them cultivate to a big fall, but the only one who had the power of a battle was the dozen or so old men, but the jade sword's husband was the pass, drew his sword and left, and immediately rushed into the crowd, cut off a sword, and the power of cultivation exploded, and the way of destruction swept away.

With just one sword, the three Jindan old men were repelled, and everyone's faces were full of horror.

"Little Natives. It's a surprise to me that I have this kind of combat power." The emaciated old man at the head muttered, although he used his spells, he didn't work hard, not only him, but all the old men.

"There's weird.." Yu Jianzi naturally knew, and immediately frowned, he knew that these old things were obviously delaying time, but... He couldn't find a reason!

At this moment, the clear blue sky, as if washed, was sparse, and there was a splash of water.

"Rain?" Many Facelings looked up, only to see a crystal clear drop of rain falling on their bodies, bright red and stinking, strangely enough, this rain invaded only Facelings. They seemed to have spirituality, and they didn't fall on Qingyun Sword Cultivator.

At the same moment, no matter how strong or weak their cultivation is, Jin Dan or Condensing Qi, their bodies are more or less stained with a drop of red rain.

At this moment, a terrible howl pierced the sky, and everyone looked at it, only to see a faceless man with eight layers of condensation, his face was extremely distorted, his cultivation was strangely regressed, his vitality began to wither, and the whole person, at a speed visible to the naked eye, went down thin.

In his body, there was even more sneering sounds, which were thrilling, but in the blink of an eye, with a hideousness, he fell to the ground, extinguishing his life... At this time, in his body, there seemed to be a drop of bright red rain, with a strong fishy smell.

This drop of rain is impressively falling from the sky, blood rain...

He was the first monk to be contaminated by the rain, however, his death also sent a dangerous signal to many Facelings!

"This rain is weird!"

A monk of the Great Consummation of Qi burst out with a low shout, and then, a scream sounded, his vitality began to wither, as if he had been plundered, and he saw with his own eyes that the drop of rain, after falling into his palm, disappeared strangely, as if it merged with his body...

Then, his blood was tumbling, as if he was being disturbed by the rain, and his vitality withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He no longer hesitated, but sat down cross-legged, and the power of cultivation exploded, wanting to force this drop of rain out of his body.

The screams came and went, and the sword cultivators' eyes were stunned, and they all stopped moving, and they saw with their own eyes that the spells that these faceless people had covered on their faces had all faded.

Their vitality, or cultivation, is not enough for them to bless the spell, at this moment, they have no intention of fighting, they want to force back with all their might, that drop in their body... Rain of blood.

The old man of Jindan above was also infected by the rain, although these rains were weird, they could be forced out easily with their strength, and after the first experience, it was not so easy for these rains to be infected again.

"No!"

"Who's going to save us!!"

Wails come and go.

In just a few breaths, many Condensed Facelings were buried in the rain of blood... Before they died, their pupils were confused and unwilling, and until death came, they couldn't know... What the hell is this rain.

"It's heaven's punishment... God wants them to die!" A sword cultivator, with excitement, walked out of the sword array, his eyes were shining, at this time, he looked not far ahead, a Jindan faceless man, this person first suffered the aftermath of the giant sword, and now it is the blood rain into the body, the strength is greatly damaged, and he can vaguely feel the death qi, spreading from his body...

Seeing this, the sword cultivators shouted, and in the roar, more than a dozen condensed qi consummation and killed him!

In an instant, the Jindan Faceless Man, under the siege of more than a dozen Great Perfectionists, retreated violently, his strength was weak, and he died.

This blood rain can be described as timely rain. And at this moment, the blood rain has not stopped, it is still dripping, and it is still falling, and everywhere it passes, all life will wither, and the boulders will also corrode...

Finally, in the rain, in the misty blood mist, a figure walked out.

"Heavenly punishment..."Xu Ran muttered, his face was pale, and he finally activated the spell in the Blood Song Sword.

Is that... Blood Rain Realm

These rains have the effect of extinguishing vitality, and the strength of the rain is directly proportional to Xu Ran's cultivation, he is now only condensing the Great Perfection, so under the Great Perfection, in the face of this move, he has no ability to parry. If it is a golden pill, it can be used to cultivate and force out the blood rain in the body.

Once the rain of blood falls... The earth has no life at all.

"It turned out to be you!" In the sky, the old man's eyes were like lightning, and he was extremely angry, in the battle with the jade sword, he flicked his fingers slightly, shooting out a black shadow, straight to Xu Ran's eyebrows, the black shadow was full of death, black pressing, as if something was rolling.

The same as the structure of the blood rain, this black shadow will merge with the human body, and once the dead qi spreads out, even if it is Qingyun Ancestor, it will not be saved...

"Go!"

At this moment, a bright rune, mysterious, that is an incomprehensible rune, surrounding, touching the black shadow at the same time, in the black shadow, there seems to be a wail out, followed by, it will fall apart...

"Thank you, Elder.." Xu Ran bowed his hand, his eyes humble.

It was Qing Yan who made the shot, although he was not in the battle, but he always paid attention to it, this battle has an indescribable weirdness, but he doesn't know where this weirdness comes from...

While he looked at Xu Ran, he could somewhat understand the latter's heartache, bowed his head slightly, and didn't say much.

But at this moment, a buzzing sound exploded in Qing Yan's mind, like the sky spinning, making him tremble, his eyes suddenly brightened, and then, the invisible power around him seemed to be pinched by him and held in the palm of his hand.

In the brain domain, the "deep pool" resurfaced, it was an underground palace, in the center, there was a bottomless pool of blood, on the blood pool, red and white flowers and bones, were rotating, absorbing plasma, completely blooming.

A hint of sin... Recovering is underway.

The entire underground palace was dyed red with blood.

In the dungeon, three old men sat around, their eyes closed, as if they were urging some kind of spell...

Behind the old man, there were five sword cultivators, their pale faces, extremely weak, as if they had been deprived of their vitality, and only one breath remained...

"It's... It's .." Qing Yan's eyes widened, his heart roared, and he seemed to see everything from the underground... So, he took the lead, evaded everyone's pursuit, and went to the dungeon alone, but he was about to fall at the moment.

Qing Yan only felt a flower in front of him, it was an old man, and he looked at him with a sneer.

"Found out?"

Qing Yan's eyes were cold, silent, pinched out the spell, and prepared for a battle...

This scene was engraved in Xu Ran's eyes, he saw Qing Yan's shock, that expression, it was clear that he had found something, because of the many people, he couldn't say...

"The dungeon..."Xu Ran looked at it, that place, as if it had been collapsed, extremely empty, he did not hesitate, stepped out, at this moment, no one noticed him, and went to the underground alone...