In front of him was a bend in the lake, which was extremely scarlet in the reflection of the blood-colored sky.

No, Feng Feiyang quickly vetoed his idea, because this curved lake is not red when it is reflected.

To be precise, this is a lake of blood in itself.

As soon as he poked in, Feng Feiyang felt his hands stick.

This is a real lake of blood, a lake made of blood.

It should be said that the blood is made from the lake, and the blood color of the sky is generated from the lake.

It should be the blood lake reflecting the sky, and showing the color of blood, which is accurate.

There is no variegation around, it is an environment made of blood, and even the wind feels that the land under his feet is made of blood.

"Apricot......" Feng Feiyang subconsciously thought of Feng Xing'er. In such an environment, not to mention Feng Xing'er, even if it is a man like Feng Feiyang, he is a little infiltrated in a hurry.

Yang Ning was let go by the wind, his eyes were slightly open, and the breath of life and death coexisted.

Only a ray of mind poked out, constantly looking around.

Yang Ning found that this place was too similar to the scene he saw on the hiking road.

There is blood as the only hue, and there is no variegated color to be seen, and under the fishy sky, there seems to be a distant battle song playing, which is the screams of countless cultivators, and it is the tragedy of endless killing......

What kind of secret place is this? Yang Ning asked himself more than once.

Does it really have something to do with that sword?

Yang Ning didn't know that at this moment, it was difficult for him to even move, let alone explore.

But in the dark, Yang Ning felt that this blood-colored space seemed to be inextricably linked with himself.

Yang Ning didn't know where this feeling came from, but it was very clear, and it made Yang Ning panic in his heart.

Because of this space, it can be said that there is no life, only a lake of blood, which is still formed by the convergence of blood.

"The Blood Jade Paste is just below this lake of blood." Flowing Wind stared at the Blood Lake for a long time.

"Senior brother, what's so difficult, let's talk about it." Feng Feiyang has already decided to go down to the lake to explore and find the blood jade paste for Yang Ning.

"Blood Lake, this space is a test for our disciples of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect." According to the records of the Sword Sect, Liufeng said it.

"The blood lake looks unremarkable, just composed of blood, but when people go down, it will cause some indescribable changes." Liufeng said, and there was a faint change in his heart.

"Senior brother, just tell me what has changed, I have decided to find out." Feng Feiyang looked at Yang Ning without any concessions.

Yang Ning's love for him was remembered by Feng Feiyang.

Since Feng Feiyang went to the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, his heart has gradually changed a lot, especially after cultivating the sword, Feng Feiyang has become more firm in his heart.

"The lake of blood is made of blood, where does the blood come from?" Liufeng asked.

"Blood?" Feng Feiyang was stunned for a moment, looking at the flowing wind, puzzled.

"Blood, especially such a lake of blood, is definitely not someone deliberately bloodletting, then there is only one explanation left, fight, death."

"I don't know how this curved blood lake was formed, but the sect records that this curved blood lake is unknown, especially the illusion in it, which is very terrifying......"

Speaking of this, the flowing wind looked at the wind and said, "Therefore, this blood lake cannot be entered unless the mind is firm." Liufeng carefully observed the expression of the wind flying, and did not find anything abnormal, and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with his heart.

Perhaps only such characters can gather some geniuses. Liufeng mentally sensed Yang Ning beside him, but he didn't feel any magic power in Yang Ning's body, why did he let the people around him do this.

The Blood Lake, the Flowing Wind is sure that the Wind Flying is known, and it may not be fully known, but it must be understood how dangerous it is.

But the wind flew and still did not flinch.

Even imperceptibly, Liufeng's heart has gradually changed.

Liufeng didn't know what Yang Ning's charm was, but in the few months that he had been in contact with him for a few months, Liufeng found that Yang Ning treated people as if he had never hidden selfishness, and even Zhao Chunlei, who targeted him everywhere, Yang Ning did not feel disgusted.

Instead, they are given opportunities everywhere.

Liufeng didn't know how Yang Ning forced back the giant python with one sword yesterday, but for Yang Ning's sword, Liufeng knew that he couldn't stop it, let alone Zhao Chunlei.

"Senior brother, you help me watch from above, I'll go down." The wind is blowing white like snow, which is particularly conspicuous in this blood-colored space, and even adds a bit of dusty taste.

A faint sword intent gradually formed along with the white clothes.

Feng Feiyang used to be just a simple cultivator, maybe because of the power of the Feng family, his strength was not bad, but compared with the same level, it can only be said to be vulgar, but with the emanation of this sword intent, Liufeng, even Yang Ning, had to look at it squarely.

"Brother Feiyang, be careful." Feng Xing'er pale and asked with concern.

"Hmm." Feng Feiyang nodded, and his body spread, like a light cloud, jumped up from the blood-colored ground and jumped into the blood lake.

Strike!

There was a soft sound, there was no splash, and even this soft sound was because people entered the lake and broke through the blood-colored lake, and there were no ripples, and the blood lake was still calm.

Feng Xing'er looked worried, looking at the calm lake, caring about her lover, hoping to see her figure.

But the lake of blood is impermeable, and even the mind cannot be explored.

Everything is full of unknowns.

Boom!

Suddenly, like the beating of war drums, it resounded through the sky.

"What sound?" Feng Xing'er was uneasy and asked Liufeng.

"It's all kinds of imagery from the Lake of Blood." Flowing Wind explained.

Rumble!

It seems to come from the distant sky, which is breathtaking.

Let people's hearts, because of this sound, full of war spirit.

It's a sound from space that makes people's hearts tremble.

"Could it be that Brother Feiyang has already touched the illusion?" Feng Xing'er is full of worries.

Feng Feiyang's pride, Feng Xing'er knows that although she and Yang Ning are both from Qingying Town, because of Feng Feiyang's elegant character, they will not leave favors, especially when they have had opposing positions in the past.

His brother Feiyang's move was just to repay Yang Ning's help yesterday.

Igniting the Divine Fire can be said to be a crucial step for cultivators, and it can even determine where the peak of a cultivator can reach.

Since yesterday, Feng Feiyang has been running wild all the way because of Yang Ning's poison in his heart, and he hasn't explained much to himself, but judging from his Feiyang brother's performance, he must have benefited a lot, otherwise his Feiyang brother would not be so desperate.

Brother Feiyang, I hope to return safely. Feng Xing'er prayed in her heart.

Except for the sound of war drums, the blood-colored space is very calm, as if the wind is flying into the lake, only this one change, nothing else.

But the good times didn't last long.

Suddenly, the blood in the sky seemed to come alive all at once.

"Kill ......"

A war song from afar, suddenly played.

It was a war song that sounded from the depths of the soul, making people unable to calm down, and the blood was full of blood and resonance.

The figure in the sky, full of the breath of old age, is galloping, fighting, and bleeding......

It seems to be a never-ending melody, and with the sound of drums, the sky is dark......

"It's scary......"

Liufeng subconsciously pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Feng Xing'er completely forgot her prayers, her face turned pale in an instant, and even her delicate body trembled, and she couldn't help but want to bow down.

"Is this an illusion?"

Yang Ning was also muttering, staring at the image of the sky, not knowing if he was really looking at it.

But Yang Ning was sure that the space here was definitely inextricably linked to the sword he saw that day.

What is the connection between the two? Yang Ning didn't know that his soul was trembling, and he was also struggling to resist the drums in the sky.

"Kill ......"

The blood in the sky stained the earth red.

The power of catharsis everywhere is soaked in space.

The sky is dark, and the sun and moon are not shining......

What kind of battle is this?

The heavens and the earth became bloody, and blood was shed everywhere, and fierce beasts fell, full of unwillingness. There are peak powerhouses annihilated, and blood stains the yellow sand......

The calm surface of the lake gradually appeared with ripples, rippling and rippling, as if pouring out the fierceness of the battle in the sky.

The ancient and mysterious power is vented everywhere, making people's souls unable to calm down for a long time.

The metal clashes, emitting earth-shattering power and destroying their opponents. Bright light, tearing apart their enemies.

"Ah......h

Suddenly, the flowing wind roared, and the spirit sword in his hand came out of its sheath, and it was actually swung at the blood-colored sky.

"Don't come here......"

The mouth of the flowing wind roared......

It seems that he saw an indescribable scene, and he angrily took out his sword.

"What's going on?"

Feng Xing'er smiled, I couldn't believe it, and I didn't dare to act rashly.

"Quick, stick to your heart, don't look at the vision in the sky......"

Yang Ning struggled with difficulty, roared, and felt a burst of magic in his heart, eroding his mind and grinding his soul.

It's scary......

Boom!

The ......

The whole world seems to have become a battlefield of killing.

Shouts of killing burst through the sky.

There is a god-like being falling, and the heavens and the earth are wailing.

A sword, flying from the sky, was unusually blood-red......

Is this the real killing?

Yang Ning didn't know, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Such a terrifying soul penetration, which made Yang Ning's heart tremble.

Two lives as a human being, never experienced such a bloody scene.

In Yang Ning's sea of knowledge, there was a sudden earth-shattering sound of cracking.

Burst......

A mouthful of essence blood spurted out.

The black-brown blood is particularly eye-catching.

Black dead air, like a storm, surged up Yang Ning's brows.

"Yang Ning, what's wrong with you?" Feng Xing'er didn't know what to do anymore, because the death qi on Yang Ning's body was too terrifying, and people didn't dare to approach it easily.

"No...... Don't worry about me......" Yang Ning's voice was a little hoarse, and the breath of death had already enveloped his head.

Suddenly, a holy aura emanated from Yang Ning's body.

"Holy medicine?" Feng Xing'er shouted subconsciously, almost unable to believe her eyes.

A holy flower slowly rose from Yang Ning's body, enveloping Yang Ning and absorbing the surrounding dead qi.

Xi Di Manzhu, at this critical moment, automatically protected the lord and avoided the spread of dead air.

The poison of the heart eventually became the climate, and it completely exploded at this moment.

Eroding Yang Ning's vitality.

Xidi Manzhu exudes a holy brilliance, like a sleeping beauty, lazy petals, pouring divine power, trying to protect Yang Ning's vitality.

The white light, like a chain of order, poured out, resisting the surrounding blood.