Just as Liu Xu was thinking about what to do, a blood-colored arch suddenly appeared in the side hall, which was also covered with dragon characters, and the blood light shone, giving birth to a huge absorbing force.

At the same time, a puff of gray-black smoke rushed up, and occasionally one or two sharp whistling sounds could be heard, which was extremely harsh.

This whistling sound is the resentment and hatred released by the predecessors who sank into the blood prison, because they are unwilling to be trapped in a desperate place and cannot be reborn forever. ”

Wu Xingbang opened his mouth greedily and swallowed the wisp of gray-black smoke into his stomach before he opened his mouth to explain.

"The combination of this resentment and the death aura that pervades the blood prison will give rise to many special ghosts, if the living go there, it will be a great threat, but at the same time, it is also an opportunity ......"

"After the passage is opened, you can enter within half an hour!, but if you want to find it, you can only connect with this place and get out of it if you find my eldest brother's bloodline essence. ”

At this time, around this blood-colored arch, Yu Hanshuang hesitated for a moment, glanced at Liu Xu solemnly, and rushed in directly.

The sound of sword qi breaking through the air sounded, Liu Xu opened up his mana, shrunk his qi to the extreme, and his body turned into a sword light, and the outermost part of the blood and qi in the passage were excited, and from a distance, it was like a silver shuttle glowing with blood, rushing in.

The sword light flew so fast, and the next moment it had broken through the layers of fog and appeared on the ninth layer of the Blood Prison, and by some inexplicable stimulus, a round of blood moon in the sky was bright.

Blood Hell is a very special place.

It is located in the midst of the great thousands, but far away from the void, and it is said to be the reflection of thirty-six days, but it is only eighteen, and it is exiled to those who are rejected by the Heavenly Dao.

Therefore, from the perspective of spatial geography, there is no definite number of where the blood hell is, but it is inextricably linked with the world, and the size of the space is also unpredictable and difficult to grasp.

And in the outer layer of this strange space, there is a unique circle of prohibitions, which is the way of heaven and earth, with incredible supernatural powers, covering the entire blood prison, and all characters who want to forcibly enter will face the counterattack of the way of heaven.

However, as more and more powers sank in the blood prison, under the diligent study of this prohibition, over time, he developed a method similar to the second elemental god, which can project his own will into the world, thus giving birth to many collusions.

"Is this the ninth layer of the Blood Prison, very similar to the sixth layer of the place where the bone kun is!" Liu Xu muttered to himself, this was the second time he had reached the Blood Prison.

The sky was gray, a blood moon was dim, and the scorching breath swirled by, and if you listened carefully, the sharp whistling sound was sharper than that from outside.

Liu Xu took a deep breath, only to feel that his lungs were burning, and the air seemed to be mixed with fine gravel, grinding painfully.

However, if you taste it carefully, you will find that these "grit" are actually crystallized dead qi as fine as dust, revealing the meaning of decay and decay, which is unbearable for the living, but it is an excellent supplement for the 'native' creatures.

Since the mana in the Soul Cultivation Building condensed the Taiji Diagram, Liu Xu's sensitivity to the external vitality has reached an extremely high level, and he has secretly thought about it under his own experience.

"As the rumors say, the Blood Prison is full of a strong dead aura, and it is really difficult for ordinary people to bear it! But for those who have sunk here, it is also a holy place for cultivation! No wonder whenever the Blood Prison is mentioned, most of them are descriptions that the living should not enter!"

Liu Xu looked left and right, and walked slowly and cautiously, on the boundless wilderness, even a hill was rare, and the jade frost that came in first was gone.

Such a situation reminded him all the time that this is a place where heaven does not tolerate it, and countless dangers and murderous opportunities are hidden around, jumping out at any time to deliver a fatal blow.

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"It's been a long time since I've seen a living person here, but it's a pity that he's a fool, what a fucking bad luck!"

Yan Ku stared at the shrunken figure, the snow-white skeleton trembled with anger, and the upper and lower jaws creaked.

A group of aborigines stared at Liu Xu for dozens of miles and arranged several traps, but he didn't even look at it.

"Fine ghost, what the hell are you talking about please enter the urn, and say that this person is a fat sheep, Lao Tzu has made a bloody investment, and three heart-snatching yin thunders have been buried!

The huge skeleton, which was three feet tall, withered, pinched a baby-like skeleton in its hand and shook it violently, allowing it to let out a miserable ghostly scream.

No wonder he complained, the sword elf is a ghost that only exists in the ninth layer of the blood prison, everyone knows that every sword elf is transformed by the powerful sword cultivation resentment slashed by the White Dragon King, and the quality is high, and there are even wisps of sword intent remaining.

In this sense, every sword elf in the wasteland is a clue to find the sword cultivation relics and inheritance of their predecessors, and there are even characters who can ignore it, isn't it a fool or what?

Of course, the one in Chang Ku's hand is only the lowest level of sword elves, and if he has a chance, he may be able to comprehend one or two sword tricks.

As for "Heart-Snatching Yin Thunder", it is a must-have thing for Yin people.

As long as you step on it, you will have a yin thunder on the ground, and give birth to a soul dementor yin thunder net, which can wrap people's souls at once, and then extract them, and turn back to better concoct them.

"Don't worry, don't worry! This person looks like a chick, and he has just arrived here, so he must be familiar with it. Besides, didn't they go to the front? He is only one person, how can we win, and we can just dedicate it to the god general to ask for credit!"

The fine ghost was shaken to death, the joints were about to break off, and the bright red tongue was drooping out of the mouth.

"Shut up!"

Beside Chang Ku, a skeleton with eyes flashing with a miserable green fire shouted.

He is the leader of this group, named Lu Honglin, not tall, on all fours, carefully observing Liu Xu, at first glance, he looks like a vicious wolf.

"This kid should be a cultivator of the third level of Qi training, only in the realm of Gangsha, and I don't know how to get here, under the joint attack of a few of us, he has no luck. ”

Seeing Liu Xu staying in place, Lu Honglin only felt comfortable, he was the leader of a radius of thousands of miles, and a living person had come here in vain, thinking of the hobby of the god general, it was like the opportunity to be promoted and make a fortune was right in front of him.

At that moment, he ordered Chang Ku to protect the Dharma for him, and took out a magic weapon from his bosom, which seemed to be a scarecrow, with a small blue flying sword inserted on it, called "Nailhead Curse Sword".

This thing has been sacrificed to forty-four layers of prohibition, and if it goes further, it can reach the fifth heaven, which is already a very rare object in the rank of the ghost general.

This magic weapon is cultivated in a special way, as long as a wisp of the enemy's qi is collected, within a thousand steps, it can make his flesh and bones melt, which is extremely powerful.