In Ji Ran's words, it is best not to fly at a low altitude among the blood, otherwise it is easy to attract the alien beasts in it, and these alien beasts often like to be in groups, which is very difficult to deal with. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Therefore, Fang Shaoyuan and Ji Ran are now walking forward, but with their cultivation, even if they walk, the speed is extremely fast.

After about an hour, Ji Ran suddenly stopped, he looked at Fang Shaoyuan with a somewhat serious expression and said: "Fang Daoyou, this place cannot be regarded as the periphery of the blood ze, it can be regarded as entering the real blood ze, next, we have to be careful, the danger in this area will be much greater!"

As he spoke, Ji Ran handed Fang Shaoyuan two pale yellow talismans: "Well, this is a breath talisman, which can cover your own breath, so the chance of being discovered will be much smaller!"

Lightly took the two talismans, Fang Shaoyuan's eyes were very flat, as if he was silently asking, is this talisman reliable.

This look made Ji Ran suddenly a little angry, he knew that Fang Shaoyuan's cultivation was extraordinary, and he was much worse than Fang Shaoyuan, but he felt that he had a specialization in the art industry, so he thought that his attainments in the way of talisman were by no means comparable to Fang Shaoyuan, and he couldn't tolerate Fang Shaoyuan to question his works.

So, Ji Ran suddenly activated the talisman in his hand, and then stood there motionless, while Fang Shaoyuan's eyes, which were still smiling, gradually revealed a trace of solemnity and surprise.

Because, the aura around Ji Ran in front of him actually disappeared slowly, if it weren't for Ji Ran standing in front of him, Fang Shaoyuan would really think that he was not here.

Fang Shaoyuan also put away his contempt at this time, although he had secretly inspected Ji Ran before, and thought that Ji Ran should not be a big problem, so he let Ji Ran follow him and lead the way for him, and Ji Ran also showed the cold talisman in front of him, but this was not as good as giving Fang Shaoyuan an extraordinary sense of superiority in front of Ji Ran.

After all, Fang Shaoyuan was the Yang God of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and he was not an ordinary Yang God, but through the Ten Directions Heavenly Tribulation, he became the first person to independently achieve the Yang God since the disappearance of the Emperor Xudu.

A person like him, even facing an immortal in the same realm, is proud, let alone facing Ji Ran, a small mortal realm cultivator who is only in the Yuan Infant Realm.

Therefore, when Ji Ran handed him the so-called amulet, although Fang Shaoyuan accepted it with a smile, he didn't look down on this amulet in his bones, because even if he didn't use this amulet, he could still restrain the breath of his whole body.

What's more, it's not like Fang Shao hasn't seen it before, this kind of thing sounds good, but it's actually useless in front of real masters.

However, Fang Shaoyuan never imagined that after using the breath talisman he had refined, Ji Ran would actually be so imposingly invisible in front of him, and the aura of his body was firmly constricted in his body, without the slightest leakage.

For a person who was able to achieve such a level in the realm of talismans, Fang Shaoyuan was in awe, even if this person's cultivation was far inferior to him.

Holding the breath talisman in his hand, Fang Shaoyuan's eyes showed a hint of admiration for Ji Ran, and at the same time he said, "Good thing!"

Seeing that Fang Shaoyuan softened, and praised his craftsmanship, Ji Ran's tense face also relaxed, and he nodded and said, "In the blood, any little slack and mistake will be fatal!"

This Ji Ran claimed to be extremely familiar with Xueze, and he really didn't blow it, the path he took was not a straight line, sometimes it was clear that there was a broad path ahead, but he didn't choose to pass by it, but went around to the side, preferring to stumble.

This made Fang Shaoyuan a little puzzled, although he didn't ask, but he still scanned the flat path with his own divine sense, and only then did he realize that the so-called flat path was actually a swamp underneath, if he stepped into it, he would naturally fall into the mud without defense.

Of course, Fang Shaoyuan still felt that this was not a big deal, after all, with his cultivation, even if he stepped into the air, he could react in time, and he could easily cross it with a light mention of mana.

Even, when Fang Shaoyuan made a detour again, his body stopped slightly and prepared to step on it.

"You can try to step on it, but I promise, if you go down, it will be difficult to come up, maybe your cultivation is very high and you don't care, but I have personally seen a cultivator of the Yuan God Realm rely on his own cultivation, and he doesn't listen to my persuasion, and finally falls into the quagmire, and he can't escape at all!"

Ji Ran's cold voice made Fang Shaoyuan's body stagnate, and then smiled at him a little embarrassedly.

"Hmph, I know you don't believe me, but I can tell you that it is rumored that the mud below here is filled with the blood of the ancient powerhouses, and even every mud contains a trace of resentment from those strong people, but whenever someone steps in, the resentment of the strong will entangle that person until it is completely dragged into the mud!"

Listening to Ji Ran's somewhat gloomy story, Fang Shaoyuan withdrew his feet, then smiled self-deprecatingly, and then followed Ji Ran's footsteps closely.

"Ah, help! help!" didn't go far, suddenly there was a shout not far away, Fang Shaoyuan and Ji Ran's footsteps suddenly listened, and looked in the direction of the sound.

But it was a young man who had already sunk half of his body into the mud, and was constantly struggling, crying out with a panicked expression.

Seeing this, Fang Shaoyuan couldn't bear it, and was about to step forward to take a hand, but before he could move, he heard a cold voice: "If it were me, I would definitely not step forward!"

"Why?" Fang Shaoyuan said in surprise.

"Why? Hehe, I don't know how many monks are buried in these muds, I don't know how many resentments are contained in them, you look closely at the man. Ji Ran said coldly.

Looking at it fixedly, Fang Shaoyuan's eyes suddenly froze, because he saw in the upper half of the person's body that blood was constantly spreading on his body, and even after a while, it had already extended to his neck.

"What is this?" Fang Shaoyuan felt an aura that made his soul tremble from this blood, and couldn't help but ask.

"Hehe, I don't know what this is, only that it is said that this thing should be born from the resentment of those who died in vain, once it falls into the mud, it will be entangled with these things, and when these things spread to the whole body, it will quickly devour the flesh and blood essence of that person, and then only a skeleton will slowly sink into the mud!"

As soon as Ji Ran's words were finished, Fang Shaoyuan heard a miserable howl, and sure enough, the man's face was covered with bloodshots, which looked extremely weird, and he could clearly see that his skin seemed to be aging, and it was shriveled after a while.

"Let's go, don't look at it, this man will definitely die, if you step forward, not only will you not be able to do it, but even you will wrap up your things and bury them in the mud together!" Ji Ran seemed to be surprised by this, and after coldly putting down this sentence, he continued to move forward without looking back.

Fang Shaoyuan hesitated slightly, and then followed Ji Ran, and after a while, there was silence behind him, Fang Shaoyuan couldn't help but look back, only to see a pair of white bones slowly sinking into the mud.