Hu Daoren's tone was relaxed, but he didn't dare to be sloppy in the slightest in his movements, the blood-colored whirlpool, and the distracted great monks didn't dare to underestimate it, not to mention that he was a primordial infant-level instrument spirit body, especially since two distracted great monks had fallen just a moment ago.

The blood-colored matrowel was still slowly spinning, and its long tail was trembling with the rotation of the maelstrom, and just now the two distracted monks were swept by this long tail and fell into it.

The closer he got to the range of the long tail, the more cautious the Hu Dao people became, not daring to slack off in the slightest, and urged the star burial robe with all their strength to fly towards the two long tails.

Fang Yan didn't like this feeling of putting his life in the hands of others, but in comparison, his own strength was lower than that of Hu Daoren, and at this moment, he could only use all his strength to urge the power of the stars, instilled in the star burial robe, and support the power of the stars that the Hu Dao people consumed extremely quickly, and did not dare to let the Hu Dao people have the slightest distraction.

In an instant, the dialect that had not felt the slightest feeling just now suddenly sensed a huge coercion, and pressed down on himself through the star burial robe, the coercion of this blood-colored vortex could actually pass through the star burial robe and directly affect himself, no wonder those distracted monks outside did not dare to come in easily, only this coercion, if it was not for the star burial robe to protect himself, he would have to be subject to a lot of resistance and even a fatal threat.

Sensing the coercion and body, Fang Yan hurriedly urged the exercises, but he heard Hu Daoren's slightly relaxed words: "Fang Daoyou, we have reached the point where we have entered the whirlpool and the long tail, pay attention to resisting the coercion of the whirlpool, I am going to speed up." ”

With Hu Daoren's voice, Fang Yan sensed that the Star Burial Robe had increased suddenly, and he was no longer as fast and slow as before to avoid the long-tail sweep.

Resisting the coercion of the dialect, the divine sense peered through the star burial robe and leaned out, and saw several rays of light not far from the star burial robe, and then looked into the distance, and saw a thick blood-colored long tail, now the star burial robe is no longer at the end of the long tail, but the long tail is much more stable, no wonder the nonsense people speak like that.

Seeing this, Fang Yan is a little worthless for the two fallen distracted monks, it turns out that the entrance is the most dangerous place, although it is clear that there is greater pressure in the depths, but this is not as thrilling as the entrance, just need to fly along the gap between the two long tails, as long as you don't get dizzy, and rush directly into the blood-colored long tail, but don't worry, it will suddenly swing over and sweep itself.

The slightly relieved dialect kept moving in his hands, and continued to instill the power of the stars into the star burial robe, but his eyes were aimed at the blood-colored long tail outside, and he had learned from the Hu Dao people before that this blood-colored vortex was not just a dangerous place, to be precise, it was like the defensive array of the Xuanlan Domain, sticking to the portal of the Xuanlan Domain, and all the mysteries in it were difficult for even the distracted monks to see through.

As early as the beginning of hearing about it, he gave birth to a heart of inquiry, although the distracted monks couldn't find anything, and Fang Yan knew that he would definitely not be able to find out anything, but Fang Yan thought that he had a deep understanding of the prohibition of the formation law, and he didn't have a chance to go to this kind of place, and he always had to see it when he had leisure.

This blood-colored long-tail is also a part of the blood-colored matrompool, and if the blood-colored maelstrom is a huge defensive array, as the nonsense people say, these blood-colored long-tails will definitely be reflected.

It's just that when Fang Yan set his eyes on the blood-colored long tail, he only saw a thick blood, just a piece of blood condensed, and then felt a more ferocious coercion.

"Fang Daoyou, remember my reminder, you can only use your eyes to probe, don't vainly try to use your divine sense to investigate, it is very likely to be bombarded to the divine soul. ”

Hu Daoren, who was aware of Fang Yan's movements, immediately warned Fang Yan, although he also knew that Fang Yan was not a reckless person, but at this time, it involved the life and death of the two people, and Hu Dao Ren couldn't help but take it seriously.

"Hu Daoyou rest assured, Fang is measured. Fang Yan immediately replied, for the words of the Hu Daoren's warning, the dialect can naturally listen to it, with the help of the divine sense to bombard the means of the soul of the tongue although the dialect has not seen it, but absolutely believe that there will be such a means, the Hu Dao people mentioned this point when they first mentioned the danger of the blood maelstrom, the dialect will naturally not forget, especially seeing the fall of the previous distracted monk, it makes the dialect very cautious.

However, even if he didn't use his divine sense to investigate, Fang Yan also had other means, and after answering Hu Daoren's voice, Fang Yan immediately urged his eyes to break the illusion, and once again looked into the blood-colored long tail.

What the nonsense people said is good, and the guess of the dialect is also good, there are really all kinds of mysteries in these blood-colored long tails, and in the broken eyes of the dialect, a faint fluctuation of circulation was seen in the thick blood, forming a faint imprint, as if it was a rune imprint, but this rune, the dialect is completely incomprehensible, as if it is a book from heaven, it is not any type of rune that the dialect has been exposed to, except for the mysteries, the dialect has no feeling.

However, in an instant, the rune just now dispersed into a thick blood qi and merged into the surroundings, and a rune-like mark appeared in Fang Yan's eyes, but it was completely different from the previous one, and Fang Yan fell into it.

Suddenly, Fang Yan woke up, his expression changed greatly, it seemed that it was just a moment, Fang Yan found that most of his mind was actually consumed, and even on his body, there was a trace of sweat, like a bath steaming.

"Fang Daoyou has fallen into it, I remember that the master also did this thing back then, but after a test, he never explored the mystery of this blood-colored vortex, but Daoyou don't have to worry, none of the monks who came here did not go to investigate, but it was just an instant, except for a little bit of mental consumption, there would be no other effects, and Daoyou just meditated. It seems that the nonsense people who have already talked about the end of the dialect have seen the reaction of the dialect, but he asked with a smile.

Fang Yan didn't answer, threw a pill into his mouth, and poured a star power into the star burial robe, then escaped into the forest scroll, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, and recovered according to what Hu Dao said, it was also at this moment that Hu Dao Ren was already a lot more relaxed, Fang Yan dared to do this, and it would take more than a day to escape near the center of the blood whirlpool, and nothing would happen before that.

Fang Yan didn't expect that he would be greatly damaged just by looking into it, and from the words of the nonsense people, Fang Yan knew that he was indeed just caught in it for a moment, and just for a moment, he would make his mind greatly damaged, if the real divine sense penetrated into it, I am afraid that he would really be directly bombarded and killed the divine soul.

Fang Yan immediately thought of the dozen rune imprints he had just seen at that moment, and suddenly, Fang Yan's expression changed again, he actually didn't have the slightest impression of the dozen rune imprints, except that he remembered that he had seen more than a dozen rune imprints, but he didn't have the slightest memory of what the specific runes looked like, and he originally thought that even if he didn't understand, he could copy them according to the cat and the tiger to study them slowly, but now he can't think of anything, let alone copy its shape, the only thing he remembers is that the mysterious meaning is not an existence that he can understand。

In an instant, Fang Yan stopped thinking about this matter, even the distraction monk couldn't guess something, he was just a Yuan Infant monk, it was normal to have this situation, Fang Yan didn't think that only he could find these rune marks, Fang Yan didn't have a mental loss when he only looked at it before, only when he urged the distracted eyes to see those rune imprints, there was this situation, even if the distracted great monk didn't practice the magic power of breaking the illusion eye, he must have his own unique means, at least the previous master of the Hu Dao people could also detect something from it, and many other distraction great monks were the same, otherwise it will not be as lost as the nonsense people say.

After this experience, the awe of this blood-colored vortex is even greater, if it is really as Hu Dao said, this blood-colored vortex is a defensive formation to protect the portal, who can set up such a formation, compared to the Tianyi prohibition he has seen, it is not comparable to this blood-colored vortex, but why does it subside once in a hundred years, so that the monks can freely enter and exit the Xuanlan domain, the Xuanlan domain guarded by the blood-colored vortex, and who can regard this kind of place as a cave-like existence.

With all kinds of speculations, Fang Yan began to refine the pill pill power, restore the lost mind, and in the past two days in the Sen Ran scroll, the dialect of the mind was restored, and a dodge escaped from the magic weapon space.

"Hu Daoyou, there's nothing wrong. ”

After urging the Nebula Jue to input the power of the stars into the star burial robe again, Fang Yan asked, over the years, the dialect has accumulated a lot of star power, some of which have been condensed a little by the dialect, originally planned to condense these star powers into the silk of stars like the Hu Dao people, but now they are dissolved again, and all of them are given to the Hu Dao people's star burial robes.

"Fang Daoyou has recovered, don't worry too much, before reaching the center of the whirlpool, except for the coercion of this blood-colored long tail, there will be no other dangers, but Daoyou must also be prepared, it seems that this time to calm down is not long, although it will not be the shortest three days, but it will not exceed five days, we must pass through the center as soon as possible, in order to return to the Xuanlan domain before the blood-colored vortex recovers, if we are trapped in the center or in the passage, even the gods will not be able to save us, when the time comes, maybe there will be changes, you and I are not strong enough, we need to be careful." 。 ”

"Well, don't worry, Hu Daoren, I have already prepared, I have considered the possibility of three days, and now I have five days, which is a lot more abundant. ”

"Fang Daoyou, don't care too much, it's true that our strength is lower, but there is no need to shrink back there, in a place like the center of the Scarlet Vortex, even if it is a distraction Great Cultivator, he will not dare to do it at will, even if someone really breaks the rules, he will definitely not dare to use all his strength, otherwise even if it is a Great Monk in the late stage of distraction, he will be swallowed by the Blood Vortex if he touches it. ”

Fang Yan listened to the nonsense man's rather scoundrel words, and said with a smile: "Hehe, it is said that we have taken advantage." ”

Hu Daoren also smiled: "Well, yes, I'm afraid that in history, only the two of us who have stepped into the blood-colored vortex have the lowest cultivation." ”