When Xiao Chuan regained consciousness, he was already in a blood-red space, and he had the experience of being included in the mountain and river fan by Tian Dongpu, and Xiao Chuan knew that he was in a magic weapon nine times out of ten.

Xiao Chuan's surroundings were all blood-red mist, and it was difficult to see his five fingers when he stretched out his hand, and under the continuous reflection of the blood, Xiao Chuan felt a tingling pain in his eyes, and he had no choice but to close his eyes.

Xiao Chuan tried to mobilize the aura and diverge the divine sense, but found that although the aura and divine consciousness could still be mobilized here, under the shackles of the surrounding blood-colored mist, it was difficult to get too far away from the body and could not exert the full effect.

For a while, he couldn't feel the surrounding situation, and Xiaochuan didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only be vigilant, protect the little pig in his arms, and listen carefully to the surrounding sounds.

Suddenly, there was a sound not far away, as if some man or beast was approaching.

Xiao Chuan had nothing else to do, so he could only take out a golden needle to defend himself, although this golden needle could not be urged by spiritual energy, but with its own hard edge used as a weapon, it was better than nothing.

Forcibly enduring the sting, Xiao Chuan opened his eyes and tried his best to use the Xuanjia technique to protect himself and Xiao Pig's body, although the light of the Xuanjia was dim and looming, but it still made Xiao Chuan feel a little at ease.

Slowly, a blood-red figure appeared in front of Xiao Chuan vaguely, and Xiao Chuan clenched the golden needle and waited for it.

At this time, the visitor also discovered Xiao Chuan's existence, and was also frightened, and let out a loud "ah", and then waved the spirit sword in his hand to slash at Xiao Chuan.

Seeing that the comer could not mobilize the aura to attack, Xiao Chuan knew that most of the people who came from the Dao were also lost people, but at this time, there was no chance to explain, so he could only dodge the attack first.

Xiaochuan's side has just started fighting, just like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, several shouts and fighting voices suddenly exploded around, and I don't know how many cultivators in the Dao were trapped in this blood mist, and they had been hiding their figures, and they were startled up all of a sudden, and they were in a mess.

"We are all people whose lives are on the verge of death, why do we still want to kill each other, everyone stop quickly!" Suddenly, a voice sounded in the blood mist, and the voice contained a trace of aura, which could allow the aura to pass through the barrier of the blood mist, obviously a person with a very advanced cultivation.

In fact, these people who are fighting have already known that there are many things wrong, but no one dares to stop first, and now they wish that someone would come forward to mediate, and the sound of fighting will gradually stop.

The cultivators and Ogawa who were fighting with Ogawa both stopped, and although they were still vigilant, their hostility was slightly reduced, and they waited for an explanation with everyone.

The owner of the voice waited until the battle had subsided, and then sighed deeply and spoke in a 1510-1510 voice.

The owner of this voice is named Qi Zhen, a disciple of a dying Xiuxian family in Qianzhou, and his own qualifications are very high, and he has cultivated to the peak of foundation building at a young age, and the realm of the fake pill is about to break through the bottleneck of the golden pill.

However, at this moment, the family was exterminated in the clash of forces, and he also became a prisoner of war, and the captive of him was the family of the cultivator who waved the blood-colored banner outside, the Qi family of the Blood Soul Mountain, and a medium-sized immortal cultivator family attached to the Tiangang Gate.

In the Xiuxian family in Qianzhou, it is popular to raise the dead soldiers of the family, to put it bluntly, they are war slaves, because these dead soldiers can often gnaw elephants to death under desperate attacks, complete cross-level killing, and even have dozens of low-level dead soldiers collectively exterminate the great monks of the Yuan Infant Period, so it has become the best means for the Xiuxian family to protect the elite disciples of their own clan and kill the enemy.

And the dead soldiers of these families are basically from prisoners of war, casual casual cultivators, and cultivators who have crossed the border in other large states.

This Qi Zhen is because of his strong strength and command ability, so he became the leader of the dead soldiers of the Qi family in the Blood Soul Mountain, responsible for training new dead soldiers in peacetime, and responsible for directing the charge of the death squad in wartime, in fact, he is the leader of cannon fodder.

Hearing Qi Zhen's words, the trapped cultivators became excited, shouting that they wanted to fight with the Qi family.

"You can't even break through this blood mist, what are you trying to do, don't waste your efforts in vain?! Back to the Qi family, they will let you take the Blood Soul Pill, as long as you resist, you will explode and die, there is no family protection in Qianzhou, this is the only destination, accept your fate! Surviving the next battle is our realistic goal!"

This Qi Zhen didn't care how the other cultivators reacted, and stopped making a sound after saying these words.

The cultivators also knew that he was right, and at first they were still noisily venting their anger, but it didn't take long for them all to wilt and fall into a deathly silence.

Xiao Chuan was very calm, sitting on the ground with the little pig in his arms early, closing his eyes and resting.

After so many ups and downs, great joys and sorrows, Xiaochuan has cultivated the heart of not being shocked and stopping water everywhere, no longer doing senseless sorrows, and abiding by the creed that there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain.

I don't know how long it took, but a huge force suddenly lifted Xiaochuan out of the blood-colored mist.

Xiao Chuan rolled around the ground a few times with the little pig in his arms, and before he could get up, he was restrained by a stream of aura and couldn't move, and then a bright red pill with a pungent and bloody smell came out of the air and flew directly into Xiao Chuan's mouth.

This elixir melted in his mouth, and immediately dispersed into his limbs and veins, and Xiao Chuan immediately had a feeling that his soul was being watched and controlled.

The pill took effect, and the aura that shackled Xiao Chuan disappeared, Xiao Chuan said in his heart, "This is the Blood Soul Pill that Qi Zhen said to control the dead!", he didn't dare to try more, jumped up, and secretly looked at it.

At this time, Xiao Chuan was in a huge square, and the many pavilions and pavilions around the square were all protected by spiritual energy, winding for miles and without a trace.

There were dozens of cultivators of different shapes standing around Xiao Chuan, basically all of whom had cultivated above the Bigu stage, and their faces were full of anger, but they all pursed their lips tightly and didn't say a word.

On the opposite side of these cultivators, the four Jindan stage cultivators that Xiao Chuan met before he was trapped were waving several blood-red flags, and as the flags surged, cultivators continued to fall out of them, and they were all forcibly fed blood-red pills.

After half a ring, seeing that no more cultivators fell out, these Jindan cultivators waved their hands, and the blood-colored banner suddenly turned into a bloody light and submerged into the skin of their arms.

"Qi Zhen, this batch of seventy-four dead soldiers must be trained as soon as possible, and they must form combat strength before next year!"

"Yes, Third Master!"

The old man in the lead gave a command, then turned and flew away with the other three, and soon disappeared.

Xiao Chuan carefully looked at Qi Zhen, a cultivator in the False Dan Period, and saw that he was still just a young man's face, his eyes were like torches, his aura was vast, and his strength was probably not below that of ordinary Jindan early stage cultivators, but there was no sharp energy between his eyebrows, and he was full of discouragement.

This Qi Zhen coughed lightly, and opened his mouth to say: "Fellow Daoists, I have already explained to you clearly, today I am a sword, I am a fish, I hope you will lose your heart of resistance as soon as possible......"

Before Qi Zhen's words fell, a cultivator suddenly rose from the crowd into the sky, and in a few flashes, he was far away from the range of the inner square, and he was about to disappear into the sky.