Chu Ci's body was sucked in, and he couldn't do anything if he wanted to move, and his head was groggy, his consciousness was blurred, he couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest, and he only knew that he was speeding in the air now. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After about half a minute, this inhalation gradually disappeared, and Chu Ci also fell from mid-air to the bottom, the scenery was still pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

"Plop Plop"

The dazed Chu Ci fell below, and his first feeling was that he fell into the water, but the next moment Chu Ci overturned this judgment.

There was a strong smell of blood in the water, and Chu Ci's body trembled, his expression was hideous and terrifying, and his expression was extremely uncalm, which could be described as a riot.

At this moment, the water is not ordinary water, but blood water, Chu Ci's body fell into it, and in an instant, the blood water that was calm like a lake began to boil, enveloping, covering, and wrapping Chu Ci's body, and he couldn't exert half of his strength, so he could only be at the mercy of them.

These blood water are like sharp hedgehog thorns, pouring into Chu Ci's body like a storm, piercing into Chu Ci's skin inch by inch, and then to the marrow, bones, flesh, blood, five internal organs, eight veins of Qi Jing, and two veins of Ren Du, almost all-encompassing, transforming them in all aspects.

The pain was so painful that Chu Ci grinned, his expression was even more hideous and terrifying, and he wanted to make a deafening and shocking roar, but he was banned by this force, and it was difficult to choke, and the choking sound was as light as a mosquito, almost negligible.

The sound of gurgling sounded in my ears, and my whole body was bathed in blood, and it was the same sound in all directions.

As this blood soaked into Chu Ci's body, every inch of space seemed to be cut by a divine weapon, or poured and transformed, or tossed and turned, galloping.

At this moment, Chu Ci felt that he was about to turn into a pile of powder that would be blown away by the wind, the torture of his body had long been numb, the torture of his will was gradually progressing, and the torture of his soul was still outside the clouds of the nine heavens.

Except for his own soul still existing, Chu Ci could hardly feel anything else, not even the slightest sound of wind, or the sound of blood flowing.

A gray mist floated out of Chu Ci's body, without any guidance, and automatically gathered together, forming a fist-sized figure, this figure was Chu Ci.

He is still wearing a gorgeous dress as thin as a cicada's wings, and a white dress Sheng Xue is draped outside, his face is no longer unrecognizable and unreasonable, but has restored his original appearance, handsome and chic, heroic, jade tree in the wind, dignified.

This is Chu Ci's soul, his gaze is no longer blurred, but bright, blending with the darkness around him, the darkness is his gaze, and the coldness is his own body, like mist, hazy, hidden from time to time.

Speaking of existence, his figure always looms, and when it is said that it does not exist, there is always a cold and dark mist shrouded in the air, occupying a space the size of a fist.

"Am I dead?" Chu Ci's soul was fluttering, eager to merge with the darkness, and he hated sunlight or other rays, and for the first time, Chu Ci asked himself.

No one answered Chu Ci, his eyes could see everything around him clearly, but he didn't immediately observe the surrounding environment, but looked through the darkness and coldness, in the direction of the flow of blood.

What caught his eye was a river of blood composed of blood water, the width was nine zhang, I don't know how long, I don't know how deep, his body floated above the river of blood, rolling away with the river of blood, I don't know where to go.

Immediately, Chu Ci's soul followed his body away, on par with the speed of the blood rushing, and then began to look at the surrounding environment.

It is surrounded by cliffs, and from time to time there are some strange words or symbols carved on the cliffs, large or small, long or short, simple and profound. According to the fonts that have been passed down through the ages on the earth, compared with the two, oracle bone inscriptions, golden inscriptions, large seals, small seals, regular scripts, official scripts, cursive scripts and line scripts all have merits, and the same shapes and meanings are different.

Chu Ci recalled the knowledge he had learned before and after, but it was difficult to crack a single word, and he could be said to have become a typical 'illiterate'.

When Chu Ci's soul followed his body for about a quarter of an hour, the words or symbols that stretched on the cliff disappeared. Instead, it is a pattern, the arts and sciences are intertwined vertically and horizontally, and the artistic conception is far-reaching, such as facing the abyss, or a Dapeng bird that spreads its wings and soars for nine days, or a Kunpeng that does not know how long and wide it does not know how much, covering the sky and the sun, lying across the cliff, making people shocking, dumbfounded, and even speechless.

The ancient beasts, gluttony, poverty, poverty and chaos, their figures are like a mountain as heavy as a thousand pounds, located there, as if they are suppressing something, earth-shattering, but frozen at that moment, the annual rings of history have stagnated at that moment.

Following his body to a farther place, Chu Ci's shocked look was like an unpredictable storm, changing uncertainly, forgetting his words, and even forgetting the time and his current situation, only the essence bloomed in his eyes, and he was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

The ancient beasts, the green dragon, the white tiger, the vermilion bird and the Xuanwu, also appeared on the cliff, their pattern area is much larger than the area of the ancient beasts, and more expressive, lifelike, like a stroke of genius, can open their eyes and resurrect on the spot anytime and anywhere, full of mystery and weird atmosphere.

As the distance became farther and farther away, Chu Ci forgot how far he had drifted, only knowing that the more he went forward, the width of the blood river gradually narrowed, from nine zhang to eight zhang and seven zhang......

When the width of the blood river was only about a zhang away, a little starlight appeared in front of him, shining brightly and dazzlingly, which made Chu Ci wake up from the artistic conception of lingering and intoxicating and not knowing the way back, from the fear of the soul, Chu Ci wanted to find a place to hide from the light.

Without thinking too much, Chu Ci's first choice was his original body, locked on to the target, and then turned into wisps of black smoke and floated down towards his body, wanting to merge with it.

As the light became brighter and brighter, wisps of green smoke began to emerge from Chu Ci's soul, like a burned object, faintly wafting with a foul smell, permeating all directions.

Before he had time to think about it, all the soul power fused into one, converging into a black dot, and rushed towards his own wind.

"Huh"

On the way, Chu Ci's soul was burned more and more seriously by the light, and in less than a moment, about one-tenth of his soul was turned into wisps of green smoke and drifted away. This is followed by one in nine, one in eight......

It wasn't until one-fifth of the time that Chu Ci's soul finally entered his body, and Chu Ci, unconscious, drifted away with the river of blood......