Yes, this feels good, it is more unforgettable than swallowing and peeling hundreds of catties of lobsters alive, even if he is bullied, he is also bullied by a big stone, where does this make Chu Ci's face go aside? Doesn't it mean that he Chu Ci is not even as good as a big stone!

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Since Chu Ci set foot on this road, the trajectory of his life has changed, he has been oppressed and bullied several times, and the number of dangers he has encountered has also increased.

Now, Chu Ci is embarrassed again.

"Big sister, I know it's wrong, let me go. Chu Ci looked up at the smiling woman, her bitter expression was incompatible with it, and then she begged for mercy rather depressedly.

"Giggles, do you still need me to listen to you when I go out?"

"Do you need me to do something for you?"

A peerless beauty is charming and moving, and an embarrassed little guy is extremely depressed, Chu Ci didn't think too much when he heard the woman's words, just nodded mechanically and nodded again, what the woman said, Chu Ci had to be convinced, and had to promise her: "No, what you say is what, I can't listen to you anything?"

After Chu Ci compromised, the woman smiled, then raised her jade foot, and kicked towards the blood-colored bathtub that was pressing on Chu Ci's back, and the boulder bathtub sped up, and Chu Ci felt that the pressure was greatly reduced, and he was very comfortable.

"Huh"

The woman's ghostly figure shuttled up, walked in the direction of the courtyard, walked to a step, then stepped on it, and then changed another one, and after stepping on nine blood-colored steps in succession, they all sunken down at the same time, and the blood in the blood-colored lake boiled endlessly, like boiling hot water, and the heat rose into the air.

There was a bubbling sound, and a path gradually emerged from the blood-colored lake, paved with blood-colored stones, whether the stones were dyed red by years of soaking in blood, or if they were originally blood-red in their original form.

The blood-colored road extends to a stone wall in the distance and cuts off, three zhang wide, I don't know how thick, in short, it is thicker than Chu Ci's face.

It was all done between the lightning and flint, and as soon as the blood-colored road emerged, the boulder bathtub plummeted down and landed on the blood-colored road, causing the road to tremble a few times before calming down. However, the blood-colored path did not show the slightest crack from the impact of the boulder bathtub, not even a shallow trace.

"Is this an organ?" Chu Ci slowly stood up, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his first consciousness was the secret way, just like the organs of the famous Mo family and the Gongyi family in the Warring States Seven Heroes era, the fact that it seemed impossible to achieve was able to be surprised and displayed under the domineering and ingenious mechanism, which made people sigh and praise.

"You guy has a bit of an eye, yes, this is the mechanism. The woman said, returned to the position where she had just stood, glanced at Chu Ci, and said. Then he raised his feet and stepped onto the blood-colored road: "Let's go, let's go to the mourning hall first, and then come back." ”

"Do you want to come back?" Chu Ci was stunned for a moment, a little afraid that she would do something to make him unbearable, so that Chu Ci couldn't figure out what she was going to do when she came back here.

"What, do you have an opinion?" the woman turned her head, her eyes were cold, and she glanced at Chu Ci, a little displeased.

"No, no opinion, what can I say, just be happy. Frightened, Chu Ci hurriedly replied, and said with a smile, not to mention how many grievances there were in his heart.

"Hmph, if you have self-knowledge, let's go. The woman snorted coldly, said lightly, and then continued to move forward, not waiting for Chu Ci to come over and walk side by side with him, nor worrying that Chu Ci would disobey her will and not come.

The mourning hall in her mouth had nothing to do with him, which made Chu Ci frown, and secretly wondered: "Why did she take Ben Ge to the Ling Hall, wouldn't she want to bleed Ben Ge after killing Ben Ge, and she would also set up a spiritual seat for Ben Ge?"

Thinking of this, Chu Ci couldn't help but take a cold breath, his footsteps lingered, and he didn't dare to follow her footsteps.

"Why is the speed so slow, do you want me to invite you?" The woman walked a distance, and she didn't hear the footsteps of Chu Ci behind her, so she couldn't help frowning slightly, and then said.

"No, no, I'm sighing at the magic of this trick, if only I could do it. I'll be right away, you don't have to rush. Chu Ci didn't dare to say what he thought in his heart, so he turned his brain and found a reasonable explanation, and then raised his feet and walked on the blood-colored road, with heavy steps.

With a nervous mood and worried speculation, he followed her and finally came to the front of the stone wall, and then looked at her intently, full of wariness.

I saw her put her Qianqianyu hand on a depression on the stone wall, and the stone wall suddenly reacted, and a crack emerged from the middle, and then expanded to both sides and moved away.

After that, I saw a scene with a cave inside, which was a mourning hall, with pieces of spiritual tablets depicting the names of the deceased, but Chu Ci didn't know any of them.

The lights were brilliant, and a few blood-colored candles were still burning, and the fire was brilliant, illuminating the entire mourning hall.

In the center of the mourning hall, there was a cushion, which turned out to be blood-red, which made Chu Ci extremely depressed, and muttered to himself in his heart: Could it be that there is no other color here except blood?

Above these tablets, there are three words that stand out in particular, which are splashed with blood, flowing out like a fountain, as if there is no end to it.

They seem to be able to capture people's hearts, and there is an endless amount of blood qi boiling, and there is an endless stream of killing in them. In just an instant, Chu Ci felt that his body was penetrated by a sharp weapon of killing, and his whole body was occupied by cold sweat, as if he was in an ice cellar, and he was even more immersed in the battlefield of ancient killing, almost suffocating to death.

His body trembled, and he spit out three words with difficulty: "Blood Demon Sect!"

"Yes, it's the Blood Demon Sect. The woman's expression was solemn, not half relaxed, and with endless reverence and awe, she bowed to the spiritual tablet position of the mourning hall.