Gu Qining snorted coldly: "Who? Who is pretending to be a ghost here, don't you come out soon?"

Cheng Zhaozhao's released divine sense immediately caught a trace of aura fluctuations from above, and looked at the dragon with wide eyes and disbelief.

As if sensing her gaze, the dragon opened its eyes, and its red eyes had regained their green.

"Are you talking?" Cheng Zhaozhao said, staring at it.

The cultivators' eyes fell on Cheng Zhaozhao, and then followed her gaze to the dragon.

"This, how is this possible?"

"How can Jiaolong speak?"

The monks looked at each other, and they all saw fear and uneasiness in each other's eyes.

"It's me. ”

A dull voice sounded in the cave again, and although the dragon did not speak, its burning gaze made people believe that it was talking to them.

"Oh my God, Jiaolong has spoken!"

"How can the dragon speak, it, it ......"

Gu Qining thought of what this Jiaolong said before, and said, "You said this is the sacrificial blood pool?"

"Not bad!" replied Jiaolong.

"Gu Daoyou, what is the sacrificial blood pool?" Ji Feng asked.

Like Monsoon, many of the monks present had not even heard of it.

It's just that the faces of the cultivators are not very good, after all, this is not a good place to hear.

Gu Qining had cold sweat on his forehead, but he said calmly: "Sacrificing the blood pool is a habitual method used by evil cultivators. If I remember correctly, thousands of years ago, the Blood Refining Pool had already caused a sensation throughout Tianchu.

At that time, Tianchu's Central Scattered Cultivation Alliance was very chaotic, and there were many evil cultivators mixed in, and they spent hundreds of years setting up that place into a huge sacrificial blood pool, and tens of thousands of monks in the alliance died in it.

After that, the Scattered Cultivation Alliance declined from then on, and was eliminated from the thirteen top Scattered Cultivation Sects of Tianchu at that time, and the Scattered Cultivation had no place to return, so he had to wander around. ”

"Yes, yes, I remember, my ancestors once told me not to go to the central hinterland of Tianchu, which has now become a dead land, and the resentment is rampant. A yellow-faced and thin-skinned cultivator shouted.

"However, back then, the various sects had already sent high-ranking monks to suppress it, not only killing the culprit who caused such a bloody case, but also destroying the sacrificial blood pool in the central hinterland. Many high-level Buddhist cultivators in the southern realm have spent hundreds of years purifying the resentment among them. Today, the central hinterland has come back to life. Gu Qining said.

Na Sanxiu was pleasantly surprised: "Really? Since my ancestor told me about this, I didn't dare to go to the central hinterland, and I didn't know that it had returned to its former glory. ”

"Ouch, don't talk about the things of the past, this sacrificial blood refining pool is the focus right now!" Liu Fatzi listened impatiently and interrupted the two of them.

Cheng Zhaozhao looked up at the dragon and said, "How do you know that this is the sacrificial blood pool, and why are you trapped here?"

Jiaolong gasped roughly.

"I'm just a dragon clan in the Beiyuan Sea, I have been playful since I was a child, and I just ran out as soon as I transformed into a human form. I met a high-level evil cultivator in the North Abyss, who injured me and trapped me here for a hundred years. ”

Saying that, the dragon's eyes turned red again, and it hit wildly, and the flesh and blood were tightened by the iron locks on its body, and drops of blue blood fell from above.

"Hey, Dalong, calm down. ”

Liu Fatzi covered his head and wailed: "Don't yell yet, let's talk about it if you have something." ”

Its roar this time made the entire cave tilt a lot, and the dragon that was originally on the top was almost to the right side.

And in this way, it reached the side of the high platform, and its snort was like a hurricane, blowing the monks backwards and backwards.

As before, due to the restraint of the chains on his body, this dragon did not last long before he had to calm down.

In this way, this dragon is also pitiful. I've been trapped here for a hundred years. ”

The yellow-faced monk came out of the crowd as he spoke, flew up with a spirit sword, and slashed at the iron rope on Jiaolong's body.

Boom –

The sword flickered, and a powerful force came from above, knocking the monk away at once, and not only that, but the cave shook violently.

"Ouch...... Liu Fatzi struggled to maintain his figure, and scolded: "You monk, are you crazy?"

The monk fell from the platform, and the bottom of the bevel to which 'Gollum' rolled was motionless.

"Dead?"

The monsoon of the Bauhinia Gate was the closest, and he flew down to lift the monk up.

When they gathered around, they saw that although the monk was not dead, he seemed to have less qi in and more qi out.

Obviously, the iron rope on this dragon is not easy to split.

"You fool, this dragon will not die here for a hundred years, and its cultivation is equivalent to the Jindan realm of human cultivation, this iron rope can trap it to death, where can we Qi cultivators break it. Liu Fatzi said.

"This fellow Daoist is right, for the safety of all the monks present, Gu Mou advises everyone not to act rashly anymore. Gu Qining said.

Ji Feng asked, "I don't know, is there a way for Gu Daoyou to get out of here?"

Gu Qining looked at Jiaolong: "To untie the bell, you must tie the bell." We need to know who trapped this dragon here?"

Liu Fatzi thought for a while and said, "The monk who trapped you here is Wen Ci Sword Monarch?"

With a 'whoosh', a spirit sword rested on Liu Fatzi's neck.

Liu Fatzi was taken aback, and immediately raised his hands and looked at Xie Xiaomo, who had a cold face beside him: "Xie, Xie Daoyou, what are you doing?"

"Liu Fat, that's the senior in the human family, you should be careful when you speak. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Xie, he is so open-mouthed, he doesn't mean to slander Wen Ci Sword Monarch. ”

Liu Fatzi also realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly confessed: "Xie Daoyou, it's my fault." I'm talking nonsense. ”

As he spoke, he carefully removed his neck.

Fortunately, Xie Xiaomo's move was just a warning, and he didn't want to really kill Liu Fatzi.

Liu Fatzi retreated behind Cheng Zhaozhao and said in a low voice: "I just said it casually, he treated me like this, it really ...... It's so shameless for you. The jade slip on my jade slip clearly shows that this is the place where the senior's bones are buried. ”

"It is you who bring the blame out of your mouth, what does it have to do with me? and...... You deserve it. Cheng Zhaozhao said.

Although I don't know why Liu Pang is so sure that his jade news is true, if it is true, there is a gentle autobiography here, plus she has been missing for a hundred years, which coincides with the time when this dragon was trapped.

It is very likely that the one who trapped this dragon here is this Wen Ci Sword Monarch.

But why is this the sacrificial blood refining pool in Jiaolong's mouth?

Unless......

Cheng Zhaozhao said: "You summoned them here?"

The red light under the dragon's eyes flowed, and he lowered his huge head and said, "It's not me." ”