When Tie Guan Li used the yellow gourd to fix the red mang, Han Zhongli stood by the blood pool, shaking the banana fan, and fanned out the pool of blood and water, turning up several zhang of blood-colored waves.

The blood-colored waves rushed out of the pool of blood and crashed into the lake of bones and blood. But there were several red rays of brilliant, crystal-like blood and water, rushing out of the blood water of several zhang.

Han Zhongli stretched out his left hand, and the several crystalline blood waters, as if they were spiritual, flew towards his palm, swirled in his palm, and melted into a blood ball.

The blood cells rotated and pulled the blood until the last trace of blood was drawn out of the blood wave and merged into the blood cells, and the blood cells gradually settled down.

The blood cell was as thick as a jar, crystal like jade, shining with a faint red glow, scattering a scorching light, a vigorous and elegant red shadow, swimming and circling in the blood ball, looming.

Suddenly, the red shadow in the blood cell roared with its head held high, and it shook the soul.

It was the sound of a dragon that could subdue all beasts and command all beasts.

Seeing this, Erqing couldn't help but be surprised, could it be that old ghost is really the legendary red dragon?

Han Zhongli held the thick blood ball, looked at it, shook his head, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and then his five fingers shrank slightly, and he saw that there was red blood splashed in the blood ball.

The blood ball that was as thick as a jar shrank until it was the size of a jar of wine, and then he nodded in satisfaction, and then took out a two-foot-high jar and placed the blood ball in the jar.

Closing the lid, the soul-shattering ang ang dragon chant finally disappeared.

When Han Zhongli was collecting the essence of this pool of blood water, the old ghost did not speak again.

At this time, Han Zhongli didn't stop, looked at the bottom of the empty blood pool, and then closed his eyes to feel it. Er Qing opened his eyebrows and looked towards the pool of blood.

Under the pool of blood, there was a trace of black qi rising, it was filth, the filth formed by all kinds of negative breaths, this filth can pollute people's souls, mana, and so on.

Erqing poked out his sense, Han Zhongli couldn't help but glance at him, but he didn't stop it, but the corners of his lips raised slightly, but Erqing didn't see it.

When his divine consciousness invaded the ground, he felt countless fierce and cold breaths rushing straight in, like the roar of a fierce ghost, vibrating in the soul, and like a resentful soul in his ears, like crying and complaining.

Erqing Meiyu frowned slightly, and then the power of the divine soul vibrated out, and a purple light flickered in the divine soul, like purple lightning across the sky. As the purple light appeared, the roaring sound of the ghost, and the crying of the resentful spirit, dissipated, but the cold and fierce aura remained unabated.

His divine consciousness, along with the cold and fierce aura, traced back to the source, farther and farther, but he could not trace the source, as if the source was at the end of that nothingness.

Until his divine sense reached the limit, he had no choice but to take it back and look at Han Zhongli.

Han Zhongli smiled and said, "I really didn't find out before, but in your soul, there is actually the breath of Zixiao Divine Thunder, how did this come from?"

Although they have known each other for many years, after all, they have never investigated Erqing, or even deduced Erqing's roots.

Because when Erqing and Dabai's master asked them at the beginning, they had already explained many problems.

Therefore, they didn't know that when Er Qing was transforming into a condensing pill, he took the risk of using his divine sense to capture the thunder essence of the Zixiao Divine Thunder, which caused some unexpected changes in the demon pill.

And this change also caused his soul to change.

Hearing Han Zhongli's question, Er Qing did not hide it, and told about the adventures he had done when Ning Dan was transformed, which made Han Zhongli and Tie Guan Li stunned.

In the end, Han Zhongli could only sigh: "Your eyebrows are really the eye of creation, and you can actually go straight to the source." If it weren't for that, you would have a few feet of artemisia grass in front of your grave!"

When Erqing heard this, he was embarrassed.

"What did you see just now when your divine sense traced back to its source?"

Seeing that Erqing was embarrassed, Han Zhongli was unhurried, as if he had a hint of guidance, and asked.

Erqing shook his head, "It can't be traced, it seems to be endless, and it can't be reached." ”

Han Zhongli said with a smile: "Do you really think that the Netherworld is so easy to reach? This 'earth' does not only refer to the earth under our feet, but the 'nine shades' of the netherworld. Although your cultivation is stronger than most of the creatures in the Netherlands, how can it be so light to explore that area? ”

When Erqing heard this, he was thoughtful.

Over there, Tie Guan Li said: "Brother Zhongli, don't show off here, hurry up and seal the Netherworld Eye, and then destroy this cave, let's leave this place!"

As he spoke, the golden light suddenly bloomed on the upside-down yellow gourd, and in an instant, it was enveloped in the red mang, and then put it on his back again.

Han Zhongli glanced at Tie Guan Li, and then shook the banana fan, emitting a few immortal lights, and hit the bottom of the blood pool. As soon as the immortal light entered the ground, the trace of blood-colored qi was gone.

Then, he turned around, fanned the banana, and disappeared in place with Erqing.

When their figures disappeared, the entire Chilong Mountain suddenly shook, and then the entire mountain suddenly became a little shorter, but the grass, trees, mountains and rocks on the surface of the mountain were not damaged in the slightest, and even the formations that Erqing was laying on outside the Chilong Mountain were not damaged in the slightest.

This is the fairy method!

Seeing this, Erqing was secretly envious in his heart.

After leaving Chilong Mountain, Tie Guan and Han Zhongli returned to Stalagmite Mountain with Erqing.

Stalagmite Mountain, Fengjian Stone Pavilion, the three of them sat down, Han Zhongli took out the wine, poured a bowl for Erqing, and said with a smile: "I know you have a lot of questions, after thinking clearly, ask slowly, don't worry!"

When Erqing heard this, he couldn't help laughing, nodded at the end, and pondered while sipping wine.

After a long time, he looked at Tie Guan Li and said, "I don't know if the immortals know, who is that old ghost?" Is it really the soul of the legendary red dragon?"

Tie Guan Li smiled: "It's better for you to ask him yourself!"

As he spoke, his big hand slapped the gourd at his feet, and as soon as the gourd stopper flicked, he saw a red mang rushing out of the gourd's mouth, wanting to escape, but before he could fly out of the stone pavilion, he was taken back again.

"Don't hurry to leave, juniors still have some questions to ask. Erqing smiled.

Na Chimang snorted: "The strange old man looked away, he couldn't deduce your roots, I don't want you to be a snake demon, you can actually be with the immortals, if you want to kill or chop, please!"

Erqing shook his head and said, "Why did I kill you and kill you?" It's just that I don't understand some questions, and I want to ask my seniors to give me an answer. I want to know, who is the predecessor? Don't say that you are the legendary red dragon, if it is really him, I will not run away when I see the two immortals. ”

When Chimang heard this, he calmed down, but he was silent.