Hearing this, Su Zimo's heart was shocked, and his expression changed greatly!

Scarlet face!

Su Zimo immediately thought of the blood-colored human face that had appeared in the thousand-year-old sea of blood in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons!

No wonder, when he saw the blood-colored pit at the bottom of the Burial Dragon Valley, he felt a little familiar!

Because, that blood-colored pit was originally a lake of blood!

It's just that more than a hundred years later, this lake of blood has dried up.

Recalling the scene he experienced in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons that day, in the thousand-year-old sea of blood, Su Zimo still had palpitations.

The situation at that time was extremely dangerous, or treacherous!

Seven high-level demons, equivalent to the Terran Dharma Dao Monarch, were easily killed by the bubbles floating at the bottom of the lake!

And those bubbles were dense, but they coincidentally did not fall on him.

Although he wasn't sure, he vaguely guessed that these bubbles were probably made by the blood-colored face hidden in the depths of the sea of blood!

But at that time, Su Zimo didn't understand why this blood-colored face wanted to save him.

Now, he thought of a possibility.

That is, after Dieyue made a move, she did not kill this blood-faced master, but let him go?

Therefore, this blood-faced owner may have noticed what he had to do with Dieyue, so he came to the rescue.

Su Zimo asked, "This blood-faced master was let go?"

"Of course not. ”

The old monk shook his head and said, "That female benefactor only said one sentence, on this continent, there is an evil thing like you that devours bloodline cultivation, you should be killed!"

"Then, this blood-faced master was killed?" asked Su Zimo.

The old monk nodded.

In this way, the possibility that Su Zimo had just thought of was directly overturned.

The owner of the bloody face is dead, who is the bloody face of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons?

That blood-colored face, why help him?

What is the relationship between these two blood-colored faces?

"If it weren't for this female benefactor's action, we wouldn't have realized that there is such a terrifying existence hidden on our side!"

The old monk sighed lightly.

It was only at this time that Su Zimo understood why Dieyue snatched the Buddha Gate Treasure Worry-Free Flower and put it on his body, and the old monk of Yuanbei did not think of settling accounts with him, but helped him everywhere.

It's not because the old monk is afraid of the butterfly moon.

Instead, Dieyue's shot this time is equivalent to saving the old monk and the red-haired ghost!

The red-haired ghost said: "It is precisely because of the red-robed woman's attack this time and the words she said that we realized that the catastrophe 10,000 years ago was not a coincidence!"

"That blood-faced master should be the driving force behind that catastrophe! We are all puppets, and he is the only one behind the scenes!"

Su Zimo groaned: "This blood-faced master is very likely to be the national teacher of the Great Qian Empire!"

"Hmm. ”

The old monk said: "After the catastrophe broke out, this national teacher disappeared, and no one knew his traces. ”

It was he who instigated the great cadre of heaven to cause this catastrophe later!

Under that catastrophe, the Great Qian Empire collapsed, and the Great Qian Son of Heaven fell.

The red-haired ghost lost his beloved son, and he almost died and repented.

The two super sects of Daming Temple and Fahua Temple were also wiped out.

After the entire catastrophe, the only beneficiary was the blood-faced master who devoured the bloodline cultivation at the bottom of the Burial Dragon Valley!

In Su Zimo's mind, that weird blood-colored face flashed again!

It's as if this blood-colored face is smiling at him!

"It's just a delusion!"

Su Zimo shook his head vigorously!

"What's wrong?"

The old monk of Yuanbei noticed that Su Zimo's expression was different, his face was pale, and he asked with concern.

Su Zimo said slowly: "I have seen this blood-colored face once. ”

"Huh?"

The red-haired ghost and the old monk changed their expressions.

Su Zimo took a deep breath and roughly talked about the thousand-year-old blood sea in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

The old monk and the red-haired ghost glanced at each other, and they both showed a look of surprise.

The red-haired ghost narrowed his eyes and said in a condensed voice: "I've heard that about 30,000 years ago, a great war broke out in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons!"

"In that battle, the battle was extremely tragic, it is said that not only the demon clan of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, but even the demon clan of the other eight domains were also involved!

"It is said that that battle is called the Tribulation of Ten Thousand Demons!"

The old monk nodded and said, "I have also heard of it. ”

Su Zimo opened his mouth slightly, his expression shocked.

In this way, when the "Heavenly Killing Sword Technique" was born, the white bones he saw should be the bones left over from the Ten Thousand Demon Tribulation 30,000 years ago!

10,000 years ago, after the catastrophe, a blood-colored face appeared among the bones.

Thirty thousand years ago, after the Ten Thousand Demon Catastrophe, near the endless bones, a blood-colored human face appeared again!

Is this a coincidence?

In the backyard of the main hall, the three of them fell silent, only a gentle breeze, with a slight chill.

"Not surprisingly, this blood-faced master should be cultivating the Blood Refining Demon Sutra. ”

The old monk said: "Only this kind of magic skill will devour the bloodline and cultivate." ”

Su Zimo nodded.

He had cultivated the Blood Refining Demon Sutra and knew the horror of this magic skill!

With his Dao Heart Will, every time he was released, he had a bloodthirsty desire!

The feeling of drawing strength is so comfortable that it can make people sink into it step by step unconsciously!

Therefore, after realizing this, Su Zimo never released the Blood Refining Demon Sutra again.

Even in the preaching field, his life hung by a thread several times, but he was not released.

Su Zimo had a hunch that when he became dependent on the Blood Refining Demon Sutra, he might have been doomed!

This dependence must be stifled!

The old monk shook his head slightly, and sighed: "I didn't expect that the Blood Demon Dao Monarch had fallen for tens of thousands of years, and the magic skills he created were still handed down, and they had such a great impact on future generations. ”

In Su Zimo's mind, he couldn't help but recall the sarcophagus that he and Ji Fairy, a kind of demon, went to the depths of the earth and saw floating in a pool of blood.

Think back to the skeleton that crawled out of the sarcophagus!

"The Blood Demon Dao Monarch may not be dead yet. ”

Su Zimo's expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Or, he has come back from the dead and come back again!"

Su Zimo told the scene he saw in the depths of the ground, as well as his own speculation.

The old monk shook his head and said, "This is impossible. The battle between the Great Ming Monk and the Blood Demon Dao Monarch was more than 40,000 years ago. Even if he hadn't died, he wouldn't have lived that long. ”

"There is still a lot of unexplained things about your speculation. ”

The red-haired ghost also said, "For example, why is there so many chains wrapped around that sarcophagus, and why don't you kill him if you can leave so many arrangements?"

Su Zimo shook his head.

He couldn't explain these doubts.