Chang Xi, who was soaked in a pool of blood, suddenly opened his eyes, and the extremely fishy blood poured into his mouth, and he suddenly got up. Before he could react, a rapidly surging evil aura in his chest erupted along with the fishy stench in his mouth. Spit out this evil breath, Chang Xi felt that Fang Cai's boring and abnormal feeling was suddenly much more refreshing, and when he looked at the evil breath he spit out just now, his eyes suddenly froze.

A mouthful of extremely black bruises, even in this pool of crimson blood, is very eye-catching.

Chang Xi bent down and squatted down, twisting the blood beside him with his fingers in a pool of blood, and he actually felt that the blood water still had a hint of viscousity! What puzzled Chang Xi was that this pool of blood was undoubtedly formed by mixing rain and his blood. With such a big pool of blood, even if his own blood is drained and then melts into this pouring rain, he will never have this sticky feeling. Recalling the sound of bones shattering inch by inch that sounded in his ears not long ago, Chang Xi felt all over his body worriedly, but he didn't find any damage. When Chang Xi mobilized his spiritual power to sink into the cyclone, he unexpectedly found that although his dantian cyclone was lacking in spiritual power, a layer of seemingly nonexistent barriers had appeared at the edge of the spiritual cyclone, and this phenomenon Chang Xi had seen more than once in the jade slip.

This is the altar. When the cultivation reaches the late stage of the Qi Refining Realm, it will condense at the edge of the dantian cyclone into a layer of material forged by pure spiritual power, which is called the spiritual platform. When the altar is stable enough and strong enough to be connected, it is the day when the monk steps into the foundation building realm.

Chang Xi never thought that after falling off the cliff, he was not only able to survive the catastrophe, but his cultivation also took a step forward and approached the late stage of the Qi Refining Realm.

"The dark space where you can't see your fingers, the strange heartbeat, the bloody sword, the bloody thorn, and the ghost... What the hell is it? Am I not dead, could it be that some master saved me?" Chang Xi muttered to himself in distraction, looking up at the gray sky, the raindrops hitting his face with a faint pain. Chang Xi stood up silently, feeling a lightness behind his back, and hurriedly touched it with his backhand, only to find that Yuehong was gone.

Chang Xi turned around and threw himself into the pool of blood again, stirring like crazy in the blood water. He couldn't find Yuehong for a long time, and when Chang Xi, who was panicked, looked up and looked around, he was stunned. Just like when he first saw Moonrainbow three years ago.

Yuehong slanted the sword body to the side of the pool of blood, and the original sword body that was full of essence was already dim at this time, and the aura of decay came to her face.

Chang Xi burst into tears in an instant, trembling and touching the cold hilt, his movements were so light and so scared, for fear that he would hurt him if it was heavier. His knees suddenly fell to his knees in a pool of blood in front of the Moon Rainbow Sword, and the cold rain fell down his face full of self-blame and remorse, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

If he was a fool, how could he have survived the many crises that had been going on all the way in the past three years? The blood-red sword that seemed to have been staring at him in the boundless darkness and the white sword shadow that finally fell apart were so familiar in retrospect. Isn't it the rainbow that saved him again and again?

At the foot of a cliff that no one knew, a young man covered in blood fell to his knees in a pool of blood, holding a dull sword in the pouring rain, and howling and crying.

Rain, it's getting heavier.

......

The sky gradually cleared, and although there was still some mist covering the entire cliff, most of it was gradually dissipating. The fresh taste of the empty mountain after the new rain always felt that there was a rich blood that could not be dissolved in Qingfeng's perception at this time.

Qing Feng, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, had a solemn look in his eyes, and he didn't care at all that there was a height difference of more than 200 zhang in front of him. After seeing the deep pits that stretched from the wooden house to the edge of the cliff, and then connected with Chang Xi's temperament, he had to agree with Wen Yu's opinion.

Chang Xi is afraid that he really fell under this cliff.

The cliff where Chang Xi lives is very special. Although it is still on Tianxiu Peak, it is nearly two miles away from the back mountain area because of the high height of this cliff and it has been stretching to the back mountain. If someone accidentally falls to the bottom of the cliff, it means that they have fallen directly into the deep area of the back mountain. If the back mountain area is close to the mountain road of Tianxiu Peak, it doesn't hurt, and ordinary demon beasts dare not approach. But if it's a deeper area, it's not the same. Down to the foundation building realm, up to the Yuan Infant realm, the powerful demon beasts can be described as thousands. In that core area, according to the peak master, there is an extremely powerful demon beast power sitting in it. The thousands of miles in a radius belonged to that great power, so the survival realm of many lower-level demon beasts was increasingly squeezed to the periphery. It is said that this demon beast power has some unknown verbal agreements with the high-level of Qingyun Mountain, which is also the secret reason why Qingyun Mountain did not expel it and never opened Tianxiu Peak before this.

What is Chang Xi, an outer disciple in the middle of the Qi Refining Realm, in front of these hordes of demon beasts? Even if he is lucky enough not to die if he falls off the cliff, he will definitely be seriously injured and unable to fight again, wouldn't that become the mouth of the demon beasts?

Thinking of this, Qing Feng didn't hesitate, shouted "Sword up", and a cyan long sword behind his back popped out of the scabbard with a "poof", and fell at Qing Feng's feet in a semi-circular arc. Qingfeng stepped into the air with a flying sword, and the scattered strong horizontal air currents rolled up all the mist on the edge of the cliff, and swooped down towards the bottom of the cliff.

Swooping to the bottom of the cliff only a few dozen zhang away, Qing Feng found a fist-sized stone cave in one of the cliffs. There are obvious new marks around the stone cave, and it seems that there is an extremely strong force that has exploded through a stone cave here.

"Can you drill such a big hole in the bluestone? It's so strong, without the cultivation of the late stage of the Qi Refining Realm, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave a pit in this bluestone." Could it be that Chang Xi kid made it?"

Qingfeng Edgeworth stopped in front of the stone cave and looked at it carefully for a while, then continued to fly towards the bottom of the cliff.

"Huh?"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Qingfeng was surprised.

In a rocky protrusion more than a hundred feet from the top of the cliff, a pool of blood remained on the rock wall like splashed ink. Although it had been washed away by the heavy rain, it was really very conspicuous at a glance as a monk who had completed the cultivation of the Foundation Realm.

Qing Feng's face was heavy, and he wiped a trace of blood mixed with the rain and flowed down, and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly. He was sure that it was the blood of a monk, and the extremely weak spiritual power in that blood was the best proof of this.

Qing Feng put down his sleeves, his face was extremely heavy, and his mind simulated the trajectory of Chang Xi falling off the cliff and being blocked by the rock protrusion for a moment and spitting out a mouthful of blood, and then being spread out.

Qing Feng jerked his gaze at the bottom of the cliff, and Edgeworth rushed down.

Before Qingfeng Imperial Sword rushed into the forest sea in front of him, a pungent bloody aura that wanted to make people sick came to his face. Qing Feng's heart suddenly chuckled, and a bad premonition filled his heart. The moment he rushed into the forest sea, he was stunned by the sight of his eyes.

In the woods, about two or three feet near the cliff, there was a large pit seven feet wide, full of blood! Not far from the edge of the pit was scattered an arrow tied with a straw rope, which seemed to have been dulled by the impact or friction of the great force.

Qing Feng couldn't believe the scene in front of him. Such a huge blood pit, even if it is mixed with a lot of rainwater, this amount of blood is enough to kill people!

A soft force hit the pool of blood and shook the blood water, and Qing Feng found that there was no trace of Chang Xi in the pool of blood. The extremely fishy blood water seemed to have not only Chang Xi's blood, but also seemed to be mixed with some extremely high-quality beast blood, and the spiritual power and violent aura contained in those extremely high-quality beast blood even shocked Qing Feng.

"Could it be that he was taken away by a demon beast?!

Qingfeng, who is already in the foundation building realm, can be regarded as half a foot and can enter the Jindan realm. In a hurry, Qing Feng urged a wisp of divine consciousness that had been condensed for a long time in the Mud Pill Palace to spread towards the vicinity, and found some clues about Chang Xi. But helplessly, because the previous heavy rain washed away many footprints or breath that might have been left by Chang Xi, Ren Qingfeng was already sweating profusely, gritting his teeth, and it was still useless to exert the divine consciousness in the Mud Pill Palace to his limit.

Retracting his divine sense, Qing Feng's footsteps were already a little vain and swaying, and there was also a little arrogant and wild aura and fluctuations from the depths of the forest sea that he couldn't reach. Qing Feng knew that he had already provoked some tricky existences by launching his divine sense to search for people in a hurry. Overused the ability that should not have been used in the Foundation Building Realm, and Qing Feng knew that the matter of finding Chang Xi might not be able to continue. If you blindly hold on to it, the end of being an enemy of a group of demon beasts in this back mountain where demon beasts are rampant will never be much better than Chang Xi.

Helplessly, Qingfeng had no choice but to give up. Chang Xi, who was seriously injured, had a decaying and bloody aura that was the favorite of the demon beasts. How could he, a seriously injured Qi Refining Realm disciple, escape from the mouth of the demon beasts? Even if the foundation building realm was perfect, he couldn't get any benefit from those powerful demon beasts.

Edgeworth's face was full of bitterness as he flew to the top of the cliff, and he didn't know how to tell Wen Yu and them the bad news.