"Impossible, the Blood God didn't lurk in, it couldn't be it!" Zhang Zhihai's face was snow-white, he no longer had an ancient weapon in his hand, and he followed Luo Feng's side tremblingly, and grabbed Fang Tian's halberd tightly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's not the Blood God, but it's closely related to the Blood God, and there are blood ghosts lurking in the Stone Gate of Tongtian. With that, he squatted down, raised his shiny mobile phone, and shone forward with a faint light, saying: "His body was covered with blood, his nails were broken, as if he was struggling desperately in a nightmare, and finally died unwillingly......"

"The description of the blood ghost that I saw in the mythology section of that ancient book, in addition to the record of its form, also recorded that 'the blood ghost eats the heart, drives the spirit and refines the spirit, and the body is a god'. Although the golden bell in Mo Mingming's hand was dim, he still held it hard, as if he was vigilant about something, and said: "This is very suspicious, although the deceased did not turn into human skin, but the death was exactly the same as described in the ancient book, struggling in endless nightmares, the body was a god, and finally died without blinking eyes." There must be a bloodghost coming in here. ”

Mo Mingming did not hide that this was a dead corpse, opening his eyelids, his pupils were constricted, his eyes were bulging, and he was covered in blood, and he couldn't blink his eyes.

Everyone present suddenly felt a cold air pouring from their heads to their feet, and the sudden death of those eyes looked extremely calm under the faint light.

It is hard to imagine how terrible the torture of the deceased was during his lifetime!

There were blood ghosts following up in the Tongtian Stone Gate, what was the number of them, and could the ancient artifacts still be able to resist after losing their divine radiance, which made everyone's hearts full of tension and depression.

"Perhaps, the blood ghost is still lurking in his body......"

"Quite possibly. Mo Mingming's expression was solemn, and a flash of vigilance flashed.

"Look, the blood ghost is really still in his body, and his heart has moved!" Liu Chen suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the heart of the dead corpse.

"Poof"

The corpse dried up in an instant, a cloud of blood mist seeped out from the hole in the human skin heart, rolling and surging, a grimace swallowed blood, revealing Sensen's sharp teeth, it was a blood ghost the size of a palm, it turned into a bloody light and rushed up, straight to Mo Mingming's heart.

"When"

Mo Mingming reacted quickly, smashing it with a golden bell, and a few faint wisps of golden rays flowed out, and the blood ghost let out a terrible scream, and was hit by a wisp of golden mang, almost cut off by the waist, and flew out upside down.

"Bang"

Li Feiyue also had a hand disease, carrying the Great Qin Battle Flag, sweeping through thousands of armies like a sweep, hunting sounds, and a little divine light shot out, dissolving the blood ghost into a puff of green smoke and dissipating it in the air.

"Luo Feng, what else do you have to say now?" Li Feiyue held the Great Qin Battle Banner and looked at Luo Feng with cold eyes, containing a sinister aura.

"I have nothing to say, no one could have imagined that a bloodghost would sneak into the stone gate. Luo Feng was expressionless, and lightly brushed over what happened just now, without apologizing, after all, the matter has developed so far, and it is almost torn apart, and there is no need to be hypocritical.

"Smack"

At this moment, Li Feiyue suddenly made a move, and a big slap was slapped, hitting Luo Feng's face firmly.

In this process, Fang Tian's painting halberd and the Great Qin Battle Banner overflowed with a faint light at the same time, colliding together, enveloping the two of them.

There was a sonorous sound, sparks splashed everywhere, and the divine light was agitated, but it couldn't stop the slap, Luo Feng's face was drawn firmly, the corners of his mouth were broken, and a little blood flowed out on the spot.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect to slap you on a whim. With a smile on the corner of her mouth, Li Feiyue said to Luo Feng.

"You ......"

Everyone hurriedly stopped the two and stopped the battle between the two, Luo Feng's face was extremely gloomy, as if ink was about to drip out, and he was about to make a move with Fang Tian's painting halberd, but thinking that the Great Qin Battle Banner was also a little bit of brilliance overflowing just now, he still didn't dare to act rashly in the end.

"Huh......"

At this time, Mo Mingming suddenly let out a surprised sound, and then his eyes stayed on the ancient temple in the distance, and a trace of confusion flashed, as if he felt something.

After a while, Mo Mingming asked the crowd, "Do you feel anything?"

The crowd was amazed, for they did not notice anything unusual.

Mo Mingming frowned, showing a confused expression, and finally he slowly walked towards the ancient temple that lasted forever.

At this moment, the 'Zhenjie Desert' tablet in his arms suddenly heated up, and a warm current flowed out, submerging into the limbs and hundreds of remains, and his whole body was warm, and it was at this time that he caught more obvious fluctuations.

He couldn't help but sit cross-legged in front of the ancient temple, his eyes were bright, and he looked at the statue of the god carved from clay and wood.

At this moment, he felt that the 'Zhenjie Desert' tablet in his arms seemed to come to life, and the spirituality contained in it was in harmony with him, as if it had reached the realm of the unity of heaven and man, so that he was born to know it, and instantly realized that mysterious fluctuation.

At the beginning, the fluctuation was still very weak, but then it became more and more intense, and the 'Town Boundary Desert' monument in Mo Mingming's arms became warmer and warmer.

Mo Ming's 'Zhenjie Desert' stele has naturally generated mysterious ancient characters, all of which are formed by the intersection of natural contexts, and there is a vast desert looming behind it, which is obviously not ordinary.

The ancient temple in front of me is eternal, the statue of the god is surrounded by misty air, and the fluctuations are getting stronger and stronger, as if it has been spread from the upper reaches of the long river of time, and there is a sense of sadness and vicissitudes.

"When the three ancestors reunite, burn the incense of the world, and rebel against the eternal ......"

The ethereal avenue fluctuates, rippling in the ancient temple, endlessly, faintly, someone is whispering, across the vast time and space, if there is nothing, it is difficult to understand.

The ancient and mysterious voice, as if someone really looked at it in front of eternity, the voice became more and more vast, like the sound of the Great Dao Tianyin, and like the truth of heaven and earth, and finally vibrated in Mo Mingming's ears like a thunderbolt exploding, and entered his heart.

Mo Mingzhi sat in front of the ancient temple, motionless, like a statue of a god carved from clay and wood, there was a transcendent atmosphere permeating out, at this moment he looked elegantly dusty, like a sage who would leave the world at any time.

And his inner world at this time is not as calm as it seems on the surface, the light of the eternal eyes has broken through the crystal wall of time, the cry of the years, spanning the past and the present, every sound sounds, like the sky is cracking, echoing on the long river of time.

It seems that the fragments of hazy time are flying, and it is like the long river of time rolling and flowing between heaven and earth, endlessly, cutting through the vast time and space, and slowly flowing into Mo Zhizhi's inner world, making his heart vibrate, the tide of thought fluctuates, and there is nothing and no self.