When Chen Zifeng returned to the original cave, Luo Fengjian's call to him became even stronger.

The cold water in the cave flowed, and Chen Zifeng was washed into this cave by this water.

Chen Zifeng hugged Xiaobai and walked upstream from this flowing water, although he couldn't feel the specific location of the Luofeng Sword, but his intuition told him that the Luofeng Sword was falling on the upstream of this flowing water.

The cave is dark, but with flowing water as a guide and the strength of his own martial artist, Chen Zifeng is not afraid, but he is faintly uneasy in his heart.

I walked for a long time, but I couldn't find the Luofeng Sword, and I obviously felt that the Luofeng Sword was very close to me, but I couldn't find it even if I looked for it.

Not good!

Suddenly, Chen Zifeng's heart chuckled, and his face changed greatly.

Run back!

This was Chen Zifeng's first reaction, but before he could escape, he and Xiaobai were sucked down by a strong pulling force under their feet and submerged in the water.

Chen Zifeng only felt dizzy, and after a while, that feeling slowly disappeared.

And Chen Zifeng and Xiaobai appeared in another new bad environment.

Chen Zifeng was very vigilant in his heart, looking around.

This is like a sacrificial venue, there is a huge sacrificial platform in the center, the flames on the platform are raging, it seems that they will never be extinguished, and in the raging flames, Chen Zifeng saw his dear partner, the Luo Feng Sword, at this time the Luo Feng Sword was quietly inserted on the stove, allowing the raging fire to exercise, but there was no trace of damage.

However, when Chen Zifeng saw the stone pillars standing in a forest around the huge altar, his heart beat violently, and his eyes were a little frightened.

On those stone pillars, there was a person, to be precise, a corpse that would not decay, because Chen Zifeng could no longer feel any signs of life in them.

The corpses, children, women, young people, old men, but more stout middle-aged men, each with a face full of fear and eyes wide open, as if they had been tortured before they died.

There are hundreds of stone pillars.

In other words, there are hundreds of corpses here.

Chen Zifeng hugged Xiaobai, and shrank back without knowing the master, although he was a little mature in his mind, but after all, he was still a child, and he had not experienced the life and death of others, naturally, he was a little scared to see such a scene.

Oh!

Suddenly, Xiaobai screamed, broke free from Chen Zifeng's arms, jumped down, and ran over to the sacrificial platform at great speed.

"Xiaobai!" Chen Zifeng hurriedly shouted.

Chen Zifeng secretly gritted his teeth, and immediately chased after him, he was very worried that something would go wrong with Xiao Bai in this terrifying place, Xiao Bai was just an ordinary beast, compared to his own martial artist, Xiao Bai was more vulnerable than himself in the face of absolute strength.

Xiaobai didn't seem to hear Chen Zifeng's call, ran up the stone steps of the altar, and then jumped at the furnace carrying the raging fire on the altar.

"No!" Chen Zifeng shouted.

Just when Chen Zifeng's heart was about to stop beating, beads of sweat the size of beans came out of his forehead.

And Xiaobai was dancing in the flames, looking at Chen Zifeng jumping on all fours, looking extremely happy, and the raging fire didn't seem to have any effect on Xiaobai, just like the nature of a fish entering the water.

Chen Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief, but he cursed secretly in his heart.

It's not scary!

At this moment, Xiao Bai's dancing body suddenly stopped, and Chen Zifeng's face suddenly became solemn.

Sou!

A light the same color as the raging fire on the altar suddenly shot down from the corpse on a stone pillar and reflected in the furnace on the altar, and the scene looked very strange.

Then, one after another, light shot down from the corpses, one after another.

After a while, hundreds of rays of light were reflected in the furnace on the sacrificial platform, and the scene was extremely spectacular, but in Chen Zifeng's eyes at this time, it was extremely terrifying.

The light flickered, submerging the figures of Xiaobai and Luofeng Sword, and the air in this sacrificial place became hot and dry.

Suddenly, Chen Zifeng found that the corpses that were tied to the stone pillar, after releasing the light, the skin that was no different from the living slowly decayed, and the body was slowly shrinking, and the intact clothes slipped to the ground along the stone pillar.

But at this time, Chen Zifeng had already shrunk his body in a corner, and his current idea was to leave here immediately, because here, the spiritual power in his body had become slow.

What exactly is this place?

Chen Zifeng was very puzzled, and why he came to this place.

Suddenly, he focused on a stone wall behind the altar, and although the middle of the stone wall had been blocked from view by the raging flames and Dao light, he could still clearly see the two ends of the stone wall.

There are paintings on the stone walls!

Chen Zifeng glanced at the corpses on the stone pillars around him, swallowed his saliva, and bravely walked through the stone pillars, bypassed the sacrificial platform, and came to the stone wall.

There is only one scene in the painting on the stone wall, the world in the painting is a barren world, there is no sunlight, the sky is floating with layers of dark clouds, and the lightning in the dark clouds is dense, and in the middle of the painting, a tall back is like a mountain that will never fall down there, the back is tall and burly, the head is raised, it seems to be a provocation to the darkness in the sky.

Although that figure was in the painting, it gave Chen Zifeng a powerful coercion, which made Chen Zifeng's heart tremble slightly, but Chen Zifeng felt that this man gave him a familiar feeling.

This is an extremely powerful person, Chen Zifeng said in his heart.

However, when Chen Zifeng saw the sword in the hand of the tall back, his eyes narrowed, and his heart was shocked.

The body of the sword is blood-red, and in the hands of the person in the painting, it looks like a savior who slaughters the darkness and saves the world, and this sword is like Optimus Prime that supports the whole world. Although the painting is a little blurry, Chen Zifeng clearly knows that sword

It's your own Luofeng Sword!

Chen Zifeng was shocked.

Suddenly, Chen Zifeng turned his head with difficulty, looking at the raging flames on the stove, he saw the Luofeng Sword dancing in the fire.

At this moment, this familiar sword flew out of the furnace and landed in Chen Zifeng's hand accurately, Chen Zifeng held the hilt of Luo Feng's sword, and there was a blazing feeling, and before Chen Zifeng could react, Luo Feng's sword had already burst out with a force and wrapped Chen Zifeng to fly towards the painting on the stone wall.

Chen Zifeng's eyes were getting closer and closer to the painting on the stone wall, and he was ready to meet the tragedy that followed.

However, Chen Zifeng and Luo Fengjian did not crash into the stone wall miserably, but miraculously sank into the painting in the stone wall, like a person jumping into a lake, and the lake surface only fluctuated for a moment before returning to calm.

Not long after Chen Zifeng and Luo Feng's swords disappeared, the light emitted by the corpses on the sacrificial ground disappeared, and the raging fire in the furnace on the sacrificial platform was slowly extinguished.

And when the light disappeared, the corpses on the stone pillars fell one after another, like rain and frost, but there was always a tingling sound of landing.

When the fire was about to be extinguished, a slender figure appeared on the stove.

The slender figure was all over, bumpy and convex, and the white* walked out of the furnace, and slowly, the whole person was exposed to the sacrificial ground.

This is a beautiful woman.

The woman is **, and her white hair like snowflakes pours down, like a waterfall, falling down in the rocky mountains, falling on her shoulders, and it seems that she can always hook the raging in the man's heart*.

The woman glanced at her ** body, smiled slightly, and then a white dress appeared out of thin air, covering this flawless body.

The woman looked around, and when she saw the stone pillars standing upright and the corpses that had fallen on them, a trace of disgust flashed in her pretty brow.

"I didn't expect this group of people to be like this!" the woman opened her lips lightly and muttered to herself, "But this time I have to thank those guys, if it weren't for their blood sacrifice field, I'm afraid I would still be asleep!"

The woman stretched out her thin hand and whispered, "Well, the new body is not bad, but that little guy has a headache!"

"However, that little guy is a demon, I hope he doesn't die!" the woman said to herself, "However, if I am in this state now, I can't support it for too long!"

Suddenly, the woman's face changed drastically.

She turned her head slowly, and when she saw the painting engraved on the stone wall, her heart was filled with fear.

At this moment, the man in the painting moved, and the huge head slowly turned around, it was an ordinary-looking man, with hollow eyes and sharp swords on his eyebrows.

Rumble!

The woman's figure flew upside down and slammed into the stone wall behind her.

When the woman landed, the slender figure disappeared, and was replaced by a white beast shadow, which was Chen Zifeng's best partner, Xiaobai.

At this time, Xiaobai curled up under the stone wall, his eyes slightly closed.

At this moment, the man in the painting slowly turned back to the huge head, and the head was raised, leaving only the majestic back.

And the world in the painting at this time.

Chen Zifeng held the Luofeng Sword and looked blankly at this vast desert without any life.

Behind Chen Zifeng, there is no stone wall and no exit, which can allow Chen Zifeng to escape from this world.