The sky above the pool of blood was cleared.

When Elder Xu led the Tianya Pavilion master here, it was quiet again.

"Elder Xu, what should I do?"

Xing Yan had palpitations.

The blood arrows that had just been shot could be seen clearly even from a distance of hundreds of meters. She was very worried that the people of the Blue and Yellow families were dead.

In that case, if the Demon Seed has not been found, wouldn't it mean that the secret of the Dark Demon God Monarch will also sink into the sea?

Elder Xu said: "Don't worry, if the old man is not mistaken, this is the same as the previous layer, it is just a test, as long as someone can activate the 'key', they can pass safely." ”

Having said that, Elder Xu's face was also a little cloudy.

In case this group of guys is too wasteful and all of them are devoured by the blood pool, then he really doesn't know how to go back to the pavilion to explain.

The pool of blood, with the temperature of boiling water, was red in his eyes, and a viscous force came from the depths, pulling Shi Xiaole, making him unable to get out.

The others fell like him, but at different speeds. Some people stop when they reach a few tens of meters, and some people still fall down when they reach a hundred meters.

And the expressions vary.

Some people seem to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and their mouths let out screams like killing pigs. Others were beaming with joy and seemed to have come to their senses.

The blood pool contained boundless killing intent, which penetrated from the pores around Shi Xiaole's body and poured into his mind. He fell faster than anyone else, and soon reached a depth of two hundred meters.

Above thirty meters in the blood pool, the killing intent is a level, and between thirty meters and seventy meters, the killing intent is doubled. Between seventy and one hundred meters, you have the urge to kill almost when you take a breath.

As for the depth of two hundred meters, even a strong-willed Lingguan Realm peak master would instantly become insane and turn into a killing machine.

More than seventy percent of the people who fell into the pool of blood lost their minds at a depth of the first 100 meters. Of the remaining thirty percent, more than half fell into madness within one hundred and fifty meters.

The killing intent here is far stronger than the black devil's arm.

If it was Shi Xiaole at that time, I am afraid that he would have already gone crazy. But after Jian Xin Xiaocheng, Shi Xiaole's willpower also increased greatly, and he was often cut off by him with Jian Xin as soon as the killing intent started, so he could barely maintain his sanity.

When he reached a depth of two hundred and fifty meters, Shi Xiaole began to hallucinate in front of his eyes.

He seems to have turned into a powerful demon, killing gods, slaughtering people, and finally being beheaded by a hero, leaving a lifetime of resentment.

He seemed to have become a loyal demon again, following the demon lord to break through the bones of his enemies.

In the end, the demon lord was betrayed, and he was also captured, and his bones were buried in a groove, fused with the blood essence of countless demon masters, and I don't know how many years have passed, forming a blood pool full of resentment, hatred and murder!

"Could it be that this is a fragment of memory left in the essence blood?"

Shi Xiaole was taken aback, and even his murderous aura faded a lot.

The spiritual seed of a person contains memory fragments, and the essence blood also contains memory fragments. It's just that in normal times, the latter is difficult to show.

It is said that some unborn masters, after their skills have reached the supreme realm, they have communicated with heaven and earth, and the memory ability of each part has greatly increased, so they can record what they have encountered.

If the illusion is real, then aren't many of the people buried in this pool of blood the supreme masters of that realm?!

Shi Xiaole's hair stood on end all over his body.

How could the Black Demon God Monarch have such a skill, with his skills six hundred years ago, it is estimated that he is far inferior to the master of the many essence blood in the blood pool.

So who told him the secret he left behind, and where is this place?

Thoughts flashed frequently, and at this time, Shi Xiaole had already reached a terrifying depth of three hundred meters.

The blood color here was sticky together, as transparent as blood-colored crystals, and Shi Xiaole even saw many people in the back who were either cross-legged and closed, or dancing with their hands, or dancing with guns and sticks.

His gaze fell on a fair-skinned middle-aged man, who was the Demon Marquis.

The other party sat cross-legged at a depth of about one hundred and fifty meters in the pool of blood, as if he was feeling something.

Of the two blue and yellow families, only a few people remained awake, among which Lan Tian and Huang Rong were searching around, trying to get rid of the sticky force, and soon after, they fell into consciousness uncontrollably.

The power in the pool of blood is both a trap and an opportunity.

People with high qualifications in the Demon Dao will have many insights.

Shi Xiaole looked at his hand, and the surface was full of magic light.

After bearing the power of the magic crystal, he could clearly feel that the power of his magic jade hand had increased a lot to the degree of perfection, and the power directly caught up with the fifteenth sword blessed by the fierce artistic conception.

This is definitely not the power of the Demon Jade Hand, but more like a bonus to this martial art!

"Who am I?"

As soon as his mind moved, Shi Xiaole deduced the sword gang in his mind, and as a result, the lethality of this demonic sword technique really increased greatly.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Xiaole's moves changed, and he began to practice the eighteen claws of returning to the soul again.

Eighteen claws of returning to the soul are the masters of the Demon Gate Demon Xiangzong, and the "Demon Shuai" Zhao Deyan's pressure box bottom stunt has been pinned on by him, hoping to defeat the "Yin Queen" Zhu Yuyan and the "Evil King" Shi Zhixuan with this set of martial arts, and the grade has reached the second-rate middle grade, and it was only recently drawn.

According to Shi Xiaole's estimate, it would originally take him at least a month to cultivate to perfection, but now, after only half an hour of practice, he was done.

And the power is much stronger than the original power of the Eighteen Claws of Soul Returning.

Shi Xiaole didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

He was basically sure that he had demon bones, and his grade was not low.

Imagine, if he can obtain first-class Demon Dao martial arts in the future, does it mean that not only will the cultivation time be shorter, but also the lethality will be more terrifying?

Of course, the secret of having a demon bone must not be revealed in the future to restore the true body, otherwise it will be hunted down and killed by the black and white of the world, and there will be no place to cry.

After the various demonic martial arts drills were completed, Shi Xiaole began to fall again, and every time he improved a little and comprehended a little, the depth began to increase.

It was not until the depth of 350 meters was reached that there was finally no way to advance.

"The killing intent here is very heavy, I might as well take the opportunity to feel the fierce artistic conception. ”

After perceiving that the Demon Dao Martial Arts had encountered a bottleneck, Shi Xiaole had a whim, and simply gave up the magic of the sword heart, and let the murderous aura rage in his mind, keeping it at the level of not going crazy.

This is the same as the truth when he comprehended the fierce artistic conception from the arm of the black devil. It's just that the ferocious aura here is more than a hundred times stronger!

Drawing the sword out of the sheath, Shi Xiaole began to swing the sword, sometimes overflowing with demonic energy, sometimes full of murderous energy, one move and one style, all with a fierce and unrivaled flavor.

Again and again, I don't know how many swords he swung, Shi Xiaole's sword momentum suddenly increased, and the fierce artistic conception increased from the original sixty percent to seventy percent.

His body began to fall again, albeit slowly.

Two hours later, Shi Xiaole came to a depth of 400 meters, and his fierce artistic conception had broken through to an astonishing eighty-five.

However, this is not the end.

The comprehension of artistic conception and comprehension are important, but the stimulation of external objects is also indispensable. The murderous aura and evil intent in the blood pool made Shi Xiaole fall into the deepest illusion, and exerted his comprehension potential to the limit!

Eighty out of five.

Ninety percent.

Ninety-five.

When he got to the back, Shi Xiaole's falling speed was no different from that of a snail crawling, and sometimes it took two quarters of an hour before he fell a little.

When it came to a depth of 430 meters, the ferocious artistic conception reached 90% of the time.

Ninety-one.

Ninety-two.

Shi Xiaole forced himself to be more ruthless and faster to draw his sword, as if he had become a member of the buried master in the blood pool, vowing to be resurrected and reborn, to kill the betrayer, and to kill the boundless enemy.

At a certain moment, Shi Xiaole's sword qi seemed to have broken through some kind of shackle, and there was a loud bang, like a tiger coming out of the gate, bursting out with ultimate lethality.

Fierce artistic conception, ten percent.

Snort.

The blood and water were pierced by the tip of the sword at an extremely inconspicuous point, and it quickly returned to its original state.

Jian Xin slashed out distracting thoughts, and Shi Xiaole's eyes shone brightly.

At this moment, what he was holding in his hand seemed to be no longer a red fire sword, but a sword of killing, the sword light was unsheathed, everything would be destroyed, and anyone would die.

The fierce artistic conception is one of the profound artistic conceptions, and any kind of profound artistic conception is comprehended to ten percent, and the increase in power is almost equivalent to the higher realm of ordinary artistic conception - true meaning!

How strong is the true meaning?

Two years ago, in the Listening Tide Pavilion, the Listening Tide Sword Marquis defeated the Wind and Thunder Sword Marquis with a hint of the true intention of listening to the tide, and later he was even more powerful in the Black Devil Ridge, and it was difficult to meet opponents.

It's just that it's too difficult to grasp the true meaning.

Including Daliangzhou, in the rivers and lakes of Bazhou, people who have comprehended the true meaning can at least be counted on both hands on the surface.

If anyone knew that Shi Xiaole, at the age of twenty, had comprehended a profound artistic conception to ten percent, a trace of true meaning comparable to ordinary artistic conception, and he would definitely drop his jaw.

Wow......

At this moment, the blood pool rioted, and the power that dragged everyone turned into repulsion and pushed everyone out.

Both the enlightened and the insane came to their senses at the same time.

"Bastard, I'm just close to getting it. ”

The Moon Demon screamed, full of regret.

The Red Succubus and the others also sighed secretly, as talented people, they all had some comprehension in the blood pool. Although in the short term, the strength will not improve much, but it is far-reaching, and it can be a little more.

"Senior Blue, Senior Huang, please take a move from the junior. ”

In the midst of laughing, the Demon Hou suddenly made a move, and two rounds of ripple-like transparent fluctuations spread for a full two hundred and fifty meters, and under the resonance of both of them, the power of the Emperor swept in all directions, and the power was fifty percent stronger than before entering the blood pool.

"Torrential rain poured. ”

"Secretly stormy. ”

Lan Tian and Huang Rong were shocked, shocked by the powerful comprehension of the Demon Marquis, but they were not vegetarians, and they also gained something, and they both caught up.

Poof!

The three masters flew upside down at the same time.

"Kill!"

Without the orders of the Demon Marquis, the people of the Demon Heaven Sect killed the masters of the Blue and Yellow Families.

"Hey, boy, I saw you, this time it's up to you to die. ”

The position of the Heavenly Eater Demon and Shi Xiaole was the closest, and he noticed him for the first time, and couldn't help but show a sinister smile.