As for other more useful information, the girl's aimless chatter does not contain it. Fengchen can only run the exercises with all his might, hoping to recover his strength early and be able to talk to the girl.

In addition, the river of blood obtained from the girl's mouth was filled with endless earth turbidity, and it was no wonder that the speed of his luck was so much faster. For ordinary people, the turbidity of the earth is poison, but for him it is a tonic.

It didn't take long for Fengchen to regain some strength, and it may be difficult to support his body movements, but there is no problem in speaking.

However, Fengchen still deliberately waited for a while before speaking, although this girl called Blood Ling'er seemed harmless to humans and animals, and seemed to be a benefactor who fished himself out of the blood river, but Fengchen still hoped to hold the initiative in his own hands. So hiding strength is a must.

Blood Ling'er's mind is only twelve or thirteen years old, and Fengchenda's mind is indeed twenty or thirty years old, maybe not as good as those old monsters. But it didn't take much wind and dust to set out the old bottom of the blood spirit. But the result was that Fengchen was dumbfounded.

This girl who looks like she is in her twenties and has a mind of only eleven or twelve years old, as she says, she seems to have lived for four or five hundred years. She was originally a drop of blood river, but later she was dimly shaped. That man was what she called Master. Her Master had been with her here for more than a hundred years, but then she suddenly disappeared, and she was left here waiting for her to return. That's nearly three hundred years,

Such an innocent girl herself brushed so much thought, Fengchen couldn't help but feel a little guilty in her heart. However, there is no abnormality in the complexion. And Blood Ling'er calls herself "Demon Clan".

Fengchen remembered that he seemed to have heard the name of this race from the Curse, a race that had disappeared into the river of time a long time ago.

"Ling'er, what are you cultivating now?" Fengchen asked.

Speaking of this, Blood Ling'er seemed to be interested, and said happily: "I am now the Demon Pill Eight Turns, which is equivalent to your Tribulation Cultivation." At the beginning, Master praised me as a genius. ”

"What do you say, the demon pill eight turns, the tribulation?" Feng Chen found that he seemed to be very lonely.

"Yes, don't you understand? Our demon clan cultivates demon pills and demon bodies. As soon as the demon pill turns, it corresponds to a great realm of you human monks. Qi refining, foundation building, Jindan, Yuan Baby, out of the body, distraction, integration, tribulation, Mahayana.

Aren't you a monk?, then how can you survive on the river of blood?"

"yes, of course I am. Fengchen hurriedly responded, for fear that Blood Ling'er would see something, but the consciousness in his heart set off a monstrous wave.

What the hell is this place where he came, the demon clan that has long disappeared and the cultivation of the true cultivation that has disappeared for tens of thousands of years. Fengchen even wondered if he had traveled to the Jiuding Continent in the ancient era.

suppressed the shock in his heart, and Fengchen was silent. He didn't suspect that Blood Ling'er was deceiving himself, and now his divine sense had recovered a little. I vaguely sensed that there was something different in this world.

"It's time to get to know the world. ”

With the mentality that what comes is safe, you can only quickly adapt to the world. Fengchen knew that nine times out of ten, he came here not because of some coincidence, but because of necessity.

He has never provoked a terrifying existence at the level of the Dou Emperor, and he is not qualified to provoke it. But there was a Dou Emperor who deliberately made a move on himself, or in the small world of the Secret Cloud Sect, but the Secret Cloud Sect did not react at all.

Now that I think about it, where is there no reaction, I'm afraid I already know about it. Whether it is Liuyun Jia, the relics of Emperor Dou, or the hurried apprenticeship ceremony, they are clearly preparing for this matter. Everything that was incomprehensible before is now clear in retrospect.

"This chess game is so big, is it finally going to be exhausted? Fengchen knew that this must be the chess game that had been shrouded around him by that force. Only they will have such a big hand, and they will be the strong people of the Emperor Dou casually.

Fengchen was full of emotions, and at this time, Xue Ling'er's words pulled him back to reality.

"So what realm are you in now?"

"Well, it's out of the body. ”

"Seeing that your bone age is only in your twenties, you are out of the body stage, which is very powerful. ”

"Really?" said a demon clan who was comparable to a catastrophe in the eighth turn of Jindan, and Fengchen himself felt a little unbearable on his face. Although Xue Ling'er's real age was four or five hundred years old, that face was too deceptive.

And Fengchen had also heard the curse say that the demon race had a much longer lifespan than the human race, and the mind of the twelve or thirteen-year-old blood spirit might really be twelve or thirteen years old according to the age of their race. How can he be called powerful in front of her.

......

Fengchen and Xueling'er got along quite happily, and the long-term relationship made Fengchen have let down his guard against Xueling'er. Fengchen has already determined that Blood Ling'er is really innocent and flawless, and she doesn't have so many scheming. Alone, or rather a demon, lives on the banks of the River of Blood, in the depths of the Demon Jungle.

But Xueling'er has never left this place since she was enlightened by her master, except for the occasional stroll in the blood river on the moon boat left by her master, all other knowledge about this world comes from her master. It can be said that it is also about this world, which is not much better than the wind and dust. Fengchen didn't get much information from her. I want to leave, but there is a demon jungle in my way.

The so-called Demon Jungle is a dark dead forest, and it cannot be said to be a dead forest. It's that they're the tree. The whole tree looked charred and black, like a lightning strike, and not a single leaf was missing. From a distance, a large area of these trees looks terrifying.

But that's not where the name of the Demon Jungle comes from, what really makes it a demon is because the trees are "alive", and this living creature is not the kind of living thing that is planted, they are more like a monster, a monster with an endless thirst for blood food.

During the day, they are charred black trees, but at night, the demons dance, and the entire demon jungle will turn into a terrifying purgatory. They scavenged for blood food, but there were no other living creatures in the Demon Jungle besides these Demon Trees.

Therefore, in the first half of the night, these demon trees searched everywhere for blood food, and in the second half of the night, they became more and more irritable because they could not find living creatures. They began to fight each other and devour each other. Dark green sap flowed out like demonic blood.

Every night, there are endless demon trees that are devoured and fallen by their companions, but the next morning, when the sun rises, new demon trees will grow, and in just one day, they will quickly grow into a terrifying existence dozens of feet high. It's like a reincarnation, and the demon jungle is still flourishing.

Blood Spirit's house is protected from the Demon Tree's attacks by her master's enchantment. Now that Fengchen's strength has long been restored, he once tried to break into the demon jungle at night, but as soon as he stepped out of the enchantment, hundreds of demon trees turned around in unison, they didn't have eyes, but Fengchen still felt countless greedy eyes staring at him. Fengchen couldn't help but shudder.

With just a moment's hesitation, countless demon trees surrounded the wind and dust, and they pulled out thick roots from the ground, although they didn't look happy, but every step was a distance of tens of zhang. In just two steps, a demon tree came to Feng Chen, and a thick branch was drawn like the palm of a hand.

The aura of the Demon Tree was not obvious, but Feng Chen did not dare to be careless in the first battle with it, and the dragon body of ten thousand beasts was running, and the golden dragon scale armor instantly covered the whole body. Fengchen held the star-cutting knife in his hand, and roared angrily, "Xuan Ming Splitting the Sky", and dozens of terrifying knives tore everything. It's enough to make any Dou Huang scared.

But the Demon Tree didn't know if it was because it was stupid and couldn't perceive it, or if it didn't pay attention to Fengchen's attack at all, anyway, it didn't dodge or dodge and still pressed it strongly. Soon the sword collided with the branch of the Demon Tree, which paused for a moment, and then pressed downward. What shocked Fengchen the most was that his attack not only failed to set off a single storm, but even seemed to be absorbed. The Demon Tree was visibly thicker.

"No!" such a scene, Fengchen was dumbfounded, where did he dare to stay longer. The Immortal Split was almost the strongest attack he could use so far. The other party didn't even have a, and this is a hammer. Fortunately, in order to be safe, he was only half a step away from the barrier, and even half of his feet were still within the barrier, so he hurriedly retreated.

As soon as Wind and Dust retreated into the barrier, the attack of the Demon Tree fell.

"Boom"

There was a loud bang, a big earthquake trembled, and Feng Chen looked at the deep pit where he was before, and his heart palpitated. If this blow falls on me, I am afraid that I will not be able to bear it. I don't know why this world is exaggerated, the land is as solid as divine gold, even if he shoots with all his strength, he can only leave a shallow pit less than two meters square, and roughly estimated, the power of this attack of this demon tree is at least ten times more than his own. It can be said that it is not a level at all.

This is just a demon tree, and there are more than ten million demon trees in the demon jungle outside. What a huge strength this is, Feng Chen can't imagine it.

The Demon Tree missed the blow, causing the dust to slip out of its grasp, and it seemed to be extremely angry, and let out a silent roar in the sky, and it was actually slapping towards the barrier again. On weekdays, no Demon Tree dared to attack the Enchantment, and this Demon Tree seemed to be carried away by anger.

Seeing this, the other demon trees all faded backwards in unison, as if they were afraid of something. It didn't take long for Fengchen to know what they were afraid of, and why Blood Ling'er and himself had not been disturbed in this enchantment, which was probably the fear imprinted in the depths of their memories.