"Who is collecting human blood? What is the intention? Jiang Feng's face was full of doubts, and he was confused.

There are no superfluous clues here other than the swirling chaos and demonic aura.

At this moment, there was a sharp sound of breaking the air, and a team of Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals patrolling the Three Realms happened to pass by.

Jiang Feng didn't stay anymore and immediately fled away.

Not long after, among the barren mountains and mountains, a dry well suddenly came into view, and Jiang Feng couldn't help but stop.

From the way out of the daughter country, the ground was full of people searching for him, heavenly soldiers and generals, people in Buddhism, and people from various sects and factions who responded to the call of Buddhism to obtain the best innate spiritual treasure.

In this case, Jiang Feng felt that it was better to hide underground, which would definitely be safer.

The dry well in front of you is a good choice.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng didn't hesitate too much, and immediately jumped into the dry well.

This dry well has been abandoned for many years, it has long since dried up, and it is very deep, hundreds of meters underground.

Soon, Jiang Feng came to the bottom of the dry well, there was no light here, it was dark, but for Jiang Feng, it was not a difficult task.

Under the detection of his primordial divine power, it is no different from day.

Then, Jiang Feng found that at the bottom of this dry well, there was a passage connected to the left.

Curious, Jiang Feng entered the passage, and after walking a few steps, he arrived at a cave again.

As soon as he entered, Jiang Feng was startled and startled.

In the middle of this cave, there was actually a figure sitting cross-legged, and Jiang Feng didn't notice it in advance.

"Senior, I'm sorry, I don't know that there are people in this cave, so it's a lot of disturbance, and I hope Haihan!" Jiang Feng hurriedly apologized.

The one who can not leak a trace of breath, so that he does not have the slightest awareness in advance, must be a master.

Although in the current period of Journey to the West, after several tribulations, the desolate world has changed greatly, and the immortal energy is thin, almost in the era of the end of the law, the golden immortal is enough to take charge alone, but there are still many Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

If there are some ancient powers that have survived and are dormant here, this is normal.

However, Jiang Feng's voice fell, and the cave was always quiet, without the slightest response.

"Senior, senior......" Jiang Feng called softly, but the figure was unmoved.

"Could it be that the seniors have sunk into deep retreat?" Jiang Feng said suspiciously.

Immediately, he couldn't help but look at it, and after careful investigation this time, Jiang Feng immediately discovered the abnormality.

The figure sitting cross-legged did not have the slightest breath emanating from it, and most importantly, it was lifeless and lifeless.

Moreover, Jiang Feng saw that his body was full of holes, and there were several shocking holes.

Jiang Feng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, no wonder he didn't notice it in advance, it turned out that this was a dead person, and it was a corpse sitting there, so there was no trace of anger.

After a pause, Jiang Feng couldn't help but get closer.

"Who died here?"

Jiang Feng observed that this person had an extraordinarily conspicuous red hair, which was very flowing, like a cloud in the sky.

What made Jiang Feng feel extremely shocked was that the death qi gathered in this person's body was extremely thick, and once released, it was enough to kill a Golden Immortal existence.

This shows that this person has been dead for too many years, at least in billions of years.

And after such a long time, this person's body is actually not decomposed, except for those fatal wounds, it is intact, and there is no trace of corrosion by time.

"Good fellow, who is this great power that has fallen here?"

Jiang Feng was extremely shocked, and at the same time full of curiosity.

A person like this is at least a Da Luo Jin Immortal-level existence during his lifetime, and he may even be a quasi-saint, even in the early stage of the extremely prosperous flood famine, he is definitely a supernatural power, and he will not be an unknown person.

Jiang Feng racked his brains, and suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the other party's conspicuous red hair, and a name popped up in his mind, "Red Cloud Dao people!" Could it be that he is one of the three thousand guests of Hongchen, a Hongyun Dao person? ”

At first, Jiang Feng was not very sure, but when his gaze shifted to the other party's arms, he was undoubted.

In this man's arms, there was a purple-red gourd, although it was broken, but the many innate runes engraved on it proved that it was extraordinary.

This is not an ordinary gourd, but an innate gourd that is one of the ten innate spirit roots.

Jiang Feng was also rewarded by the system, so he was very sure.

In the early days of the flood famine, the congenital gourd on Buzhou Mountain was mature, and all parties competed with each other, and in the end, the people of Hongyun Dao were lucky to get a purple-red gourd.

He sacrificed for an incomparably long time, and finally practiced it into a superb innate spirit treasure, the ninety-nine red cloud scattered gourd, which has infinite red sand, covering the sky and the earth, and can scatter people's souls.

As far as Jiang Feng knew, this Hongyun Dao man was a good old man, with a gentle personality, approachable, and very easy to get along with, but he didn't want to fall into this dry well, and no one cared about him for a long time.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, Jiang Feng couldn't help but let out a sigh.

In a trance, he saw that there was a purple light in the gourd of the ninety-nine red clouds scattered.

Jiang Feng thought it was an illusion, but after staring at it carefully for a while, he found that it was indeed the case.

With a frown, Jiang Feng couldn't help but stretch out his hand and break open the purple-red gourd that had already cracked.

In an instant, a finger-thick purple gas like a swimming dragon jumped out and wrapped around Jiang Feng's fingers.

"This is ......" Jiang Feng's pupils shrank fiercely, a little panicked.

But gradually, he found that this purple gas was not the slightest offensive and did not pose any threat to him, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Strange, how can there be a purple gas in this Ninety-Nine Red Cloud Scattering Gourd? This purple gas is so mysterious, full of mysteries, and must be otherworldly, what kind of gas is it? ”

Jiang Feng instantly had a question.

Thinking about it, Jiang Feng suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, "Could this be the legendary Hongmeng Purple Qi?" ”

In the early days of that distant flood famine, Hongjun Daozu opened the altar to preach for the third time and the last time in Zixiao Palace, and after the completion of the sermon, a total of seven Hongmeng purple qi were distributed.

Among them, the six Hongmeng purple qi are all determined by heaven, and they are given to Nuwa Niangniang, Daode Tianzun Laozi, Yuan Shi Tianzun, Tongtian Sect Master, as well as the Western Daoist and Quasi-Tidao people.

The seventh Hongmeng purple qi was thrown by Hongjun Daozu and given to someone who was destined.

Coincidentally, this seventh Hongmeng purple qi finally fell into the hands of the Hongyun Dao people.

The people of Hongyun Dao were ecstatic, but they didn't know that this Hongmeng purple qi had brought him a killing disaster.

Nuwa Niangniang, Tongtian Sect Master and others are all disciples of Hongjun Dao Ancestor, and no one dares to fight their ideas, but the Hongyun Dao people are different.

In the end, he was killed in the chaos by the greedy Kunpeng Patriarch and many powerful powers, and he fell.

But Jiang Feng never thought that Patriarch Kunpeng and the others had not found the seventh Hongmeng Purple Qi, and they were still on the Red Cloud Dao people.