Light!

Blood-red light!

It seems to be a blood-colored river, wafting in the canyon, and a smell of blood is swept by the wind, everywhere and everywhere......

Below, a red mist rises. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The red mist that had been scattered everywhere gradually condensed and turned into thick clouds, slowly rising above the canyon like a flood, presumably attracted by the strong smell of blood.

Blood light rippled from Wan Siwei's fingertips, surging towards Gu Xiaozhao who was sitting on the mountain rock like a river.

At this time, Gu Xiaozhao looked extremely tired, his thoughts were exhausted, and he couldn't drive his true qi and spiritual power at all.

Still, his body was able to move.

Gu Xiaozhao stretched out his right palm and propped it on the ground, and the whole person used the power of this support to flip to the left, like a rabbit bent on escaping the capture of a goshawk, with agile movements and extremely fast speed, and rolled to the edge of the mountain rock in one fell swoop.

The red light fell, condensed in the air, and then, an arc was drawn and continued to surge towards Gu Xiaozhao.

On the other side, Wan Siwei's big sleeves waved back.

The whole person took two steps forward, rushed to the mountain rock, and rushed straight towards Gu Xiaozhao.

"Little bastard, a certain family is going to swallow you alive......"

Wan Siwei roared angrily, his eyes showed a fierce light, and his face was hideous.

Gu Xiaozhao's expression was unmoved, in his eyes, there was only a calm like water, without the slightest fear or uneasiness.

I had come to the edge of the rock, and I was only one step away from falling.

At this time, Gu Xiaozhao rolled down from the mountain rock without hesitation and fell into the bottomless abyss.

The red light chased it out, extending forward in the air for some distance, and after losing its target, it slowly dissipated.

"Little bastard, where to escape!"

Wan Siwei snorted coldly.

His figure spun in the air, and he jumped from the rock to the canyon without the slightest hesitation.

Gu Xiaozhao was pulled by gravity and fell directly like a stone.

Wan Siwei is different, he flies in the air like a big bird, with long sleeves fluttering, if it is not for the very ugly face, he looks like a fairy among the gods.

Gu Xiaozhao turned his back to the abyss, facing the sky above the canyon, his hands clasped in front of his chest, the expression on his face was neither sad nor joyful, and his eyes were clear. He looked at Wan Siwei chasing above, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, faintly sneering.

"Die!"

There was a nameless fire in Wan Siwei's heart, he faced the canyon, stretched out his finger, and went down a little.

A black light rushed out from the tip of his index finger and rushed towards Gu Xiaozhao.

At this time, the red mist below the canyon had already formed a sea of red mist, tumbling like boiling water.

Suddenly, a wave of red mist rose up, enveloping Gu Xiaozhao who had fallen, and swept him into the sea of fog when the black light could hit him, and in an instant, disappeared without a trace.

The black light disappeared into the sea of red mist, as if it had been swallowed, without stirring up the slightest wave.

Wan Siwei continued to fly down, and when he saw the blood-red sea of mist, his heart froze, he took a deep breath, and his spiritual power was stirred in the Heavenly Palace, temporarily stopping the falling, and hanging in the air like a bat.

Reaching out a little to the center of his eyebrows, he opened the third eye.

The thought drove the spiritual power into the sea of fog, wanting to find Gu Xiaozhao's figure, however, everywhere he looked, there was only blood red in the sky, and the spiritual power expanded, and he still couldn't see Gu Xiaozhao's figure.

I don't know if it was swallowed by the fierce beast in the red sea of fog, or if it pierced through the sea of fog and fell straight down?

At this time, the sea of red mist was still not dissipating, and it was already floating upward.

Wan Siwei's expression was not much frightened.

Red mist can be seen everywhere in Sunset Gorge, but the fog and fog are different, even though they are both the same red color.

Some red mist is extremely sensitive to aura, especially the spiritual power cultivated by the talisman, once it falls into the mist, it will be swallowed up in an instant, and that kind of mist is extremely damaging to a talisman like Wan Siwei.

It took a lot of effort to escape.

This is nothing, there is a kind of red mist that specifically devours divine thoughts, causing the sea of consciousness to shake. Once surrounded by this red mist, the divine thoughts flowed like hardened cement, and even if there was no spiritual power and infinite secret method, it would not be able to be used.

Falling into that kind of mist, even if it is the realm of a great talisman master, it will take some hands and feet to get rid of it.

In addition to this, there is also a red mist that is very sensitive to the true qi of a martial artist.

Surrounded by that kind of mist, the true qi in the martial artist's body would operate uncontrollably, and it would run around all over the body like a madman.

Of course, most of the red mist is very ordinary, and if you fall into it, the operation of spiritual power or true qi may become difficult, and the reaction of divine thoughts will be slower than usual, but that's all.

This kind of fog basically has no effect on the four dimensions.

The sea of fog in front of him was that kind of fog, after all, Wan Siwei tentatively threw some of his thoughts and spiritual power into the sea of fog, although he couldn't find any trace of Gu Xiaozhao, he was not swallowed up.

It's just that this sea of fog appeared a little suddenly.

You must know that when Wan Siwei was hiding on the sidelines, he carefully observed the surrounding environment, at that time, there was obviously no sea of fog in this area, only a few red mist, and I don't know when they got together.

After a little hesitation, Wan Siwei still opened his arms and rushed down towards the sea of red mist below.

After a while, there was a blood red everywhere in sight, and although the body was also falling, the resistance from below became greater and greater, as if it was falling in a red swamp.

With a muffled snort, the four-dimensional void drawing talisman.

There was a blood-red light on his body, the color of this light was somewhat different from the red of the red mist, more viscous, more vivid, and emitted a strong smell of blood, which spread with the fluctuations of the mist.

Where the breath is, is where the spiritual power is, that is, where the thought touches.

No!

There is no above!

There is no one on the left!

Not on the right!

Nor below!

......

Wan Siwei frowned, since no trace of Gu Xiaozhao was found in this area, then, penetrate the sea of fog and continue down.

So, he was ready to retract his thoughts that had spread all over the fog.

However, it is easy for thoughts to spread out, but it is very difficult to retriev, as if they are grasped by an invisible hand, and every thought is like this, and the spiritual power attached to the thought melts quickly like ice cream in a hot pot.

What's going on?

Wan Siwei's heart sank.

Immediately, the cold hairs on his whole body stood upside down, and he felt a chill rushing straight up from his back, all the way to the Heavenly Palace in the center of his eyebrows.

At this time, he found that there were many black dots floating in the red mist, and it was those black dots that devoured his spiritual power.

A strange will enveloped him like a net, making all his thoughts freeze as if they were frozen by the netherworld water beneath the Nine Springs.

He jerked his head.

Behind him, less than three feet away, the corners of Gu Xiaozhao's mouth were slightly upturned, with a sneering smile on his face.

The gaze is like water, clear and deep.