But in the center of this, a huge pool of blood condensed by a circular circle of about three meters in diameter was formed, and the blood in it seemed to be boiling, boiling, and bubbles came out one by one, gurgling, as if something was brewing.

Around the pool of blood, everyone felt their hearts beat violently.

Their heartbeats were strikingly consistent with those coming from the pool, as if everyone's heartbeats were controlled by the mysterious rhythm.

Seeing this scene, Xie Aoyu's mind had some legends of the past.

Even Bi Yuzhen's face was very ugly, she frowned, looking at her flickering gaze, she could also be sure that she must have remembered that distant legend, a forbidden method that once shook the whole continent and was rampant in the most glorious years in history.

Xie Aoyu's gaze swept over many people.

He also found that some masters of the ancient family, such as Zhao Xuanting, He Tianjue, Lang Zhantian, Lin Dongyun, Ling Daoyuan, etc., also had unusually dignified expressions, and they had obviously thought of it.

However, Xiao Wuxian from the Xiao family had a strange look on his face, which made Xie Aoyu feel unhappy.

The blood in the pool of blood boiled more and more.

"Look, those bodies are gone!" someone exclaimed.

Hearing the call, people looked around one after another.

I saw that some of the corpses had a faint blood-colored halo, which gradually dissolved, and disappeared without a trace in their sight.

The corpse disappeared, but the strange vibration in the pool of blood became more and more intense.

The sound of the rhythm was not like thunder shattering the sky, it was like the sound of the ground, which made everyone feel inexplicably panicked, as if some danger was coming, and some people who were not highly cultivated turned pale, and some even vomited blood and passed out.

"Retreat!" Xie Aoyu said in a low voice.

The masters on his side retreated, and only a few of them remained nearby.

Bi Yuzhen also waved his hand, asking the people of the Mark family to retreat, leaving only the masters above the mortal level, and the rest all retreated.

"Xie Shao, this blood pool is so weird, why don't we destroy it. Hawke, the patriarch of the Enlang family, couldn't help but suggest, he couldn't stand the strange rhythm.

Xie Aoyu smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid we can't do it, unless we ......"

"Unless the blood pool is coagulated, otherwise, the non-war king level cannot be broken. Bi Yuzhen interjected not far away.

Hearing him say this, those who still hadn't thought of the origin of this blood pool, such as Hawke and others, frowned and said, "Miss Bi knows the origin of this blood pool?

Bi Yu really wanted to speak, but saw that the central part of the blood pool suddenly rolled up, and from the thick and unbearable smell of blood, there was an indescribable holy breath, which was accompanied by a breeze blowing, and it actually made people feel a comfortable and comfortable urge to moan, an indescribable wonderful feeling.

It was obviously a pool of blood with a strong smell of blood, but it conveyed such a strange aura.

Those who had never thought of the distant legend were stunned and looked at the pool of blood in disbelief, and their minds were about to be cut off.

It's nothing short of a miracle.

But Xie Aoyu, Bi Yuzhen and others had even more ugly faces.

Because of this, the very bad prediction in their hearts is being verified, everything seems to be true, and the legend of the past is being confirmed at this moment.

Xie Aoyu and Bi Yuzhen glanced at each other, at this moment, the two did not have the previous hostility, but a tacit understanding, a tacit understanding to fight together.

In fact, once this legend is verified, if it continues to develop, the consequences will be unimaginable, and it is very likely that the situation on the mainland will change because of a small and inconspicuous Ding family, and it may even cause a total chaos in the Qiao continent, which is ten times more terrifying than the invasion of the Western Swamp people.

A dangerous aura was released from Xie Aoyu's body.

The crescent pendant hanging around his neck also had a little halo, it was the Moonfall Supreme Heavenly King Knife, which itself was a wood attribute, and it was extremely uncoordinated with the blood pool, and the change in the owner's mood also stimulated the first divine knife, which was known as invincible at that time, and made it exude a fierce and incomparable aura with spirituality.

At this moment, people felt that Xie Aoyu seemed to be a knife.

A supreme divine sword that is about to be unsheathed and can split this heaven and earth.

Similarly, Yan Lingwu was holding the Night Fire Overlord Gun, and she herself seemed to be integrated with the Night Fire Overlord Gun, becoming the magic spear, penetrating the sky.

Bi Yuzhen, Zhao Xuanting, He Tianjue, Lang Zhantian, Lin Dongyun, Ling Daoyuan and others are all like this.

When they were all sharp, they were like volcanoes that were about to erupt at any time, and the fierce aura blasted away the holy aura emanating from the blood pool, and it could not interfere with others.

Seeing this, the patriarch of the Enlang family, Hawk and others, also took precautions.

They also realized that they were afraid that the origin of this blood pool, these people from the ancient great families had already thought of the inside story, and it must be extremely dangerous.

Sen Leng's killing intent is turbulent.

The scene was particularly cold and biting.

However, the water in the blood pool was boiling more and more, and in the same way, the holy and immaculate aura was also rolling, suppressed from the beginning, but slowly overwhelmed the fierce evil qi released by everyone, and gradually covered the past and spread out in all directions.

"Plop!" "Plop!" "Plop!"

There were constantly kneeling voices, it was those who had not yet reached the level of mortal transformation, these people from the Enlang family and the Mark family were standing at a distance of about a hundred meters from the blood pool, but under the cover of that holy aura, they were kneeling on the ground one by one with reverent faces.

One by one, their brows were full of reverence, and they knelt on the ground with their faces serene, their hands crossed over their chests, as if praying for something.

"Roar!"

This kind of scene finally made the Heavenly King-level master of the Naenlang family, Drox, unable to bear it, and raised his head and let out a long roar full of fighting spirit and full of killing thoughts.

The whistling sound forms an invisible wave that spreads out in all directions.

Everywhere the whistle was heard, the people who fell to their knees looked surprised and stood up one after another, and asked each other what was the matter.

"Hey, Drox, can you wake them up for a while, can you wake them up for a lifetime?" a mocking laugh came from the pool of blood.

This voice came out, and the faces of all the non-ancient families present changed drastically.

Especially the patriarch of the Enlang family, Huo Ke's eyes widened, and he said in horror: "This, this is Ding Weiran's voice, can't he be resurrected?!"