The moment he ran towards the cliff, an idea suddenly popped up in his heart, that is, he was able to use the most basic and the earliest martial arts body technique he had learned to move freely here, but the little Zhenyuan that had recovered slightly was suppressed very much, and the luck of Zhenyuan even affected his own state, making the already imprisoned body even heavier, like putting on a heavy shackle, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

Well, if that's the case.

What if he directly abandoned the idea of the Imperial Envoy Zhenyuan and only relied on the body he had created from the body refining wizard to act?

Ishikawa had already made up his mind without the slightest hesitation, in his opinion, even if he died on his idea, it was nothing more than dying a little early, and there was no essential difference between being killed and drinking blood when he arrived in the blood pool, since he would die, why not fight if he still had a little initiative, even if he died on the spot, there would be no regrets.

Relying on the power of the powerful divine soul, Ishikawa succeeded.

But this success also came at a high cost to Ishikawa.

After he completely abandoned the True Yuan Barrier, he was almost shattered by the blade-like wind in the canyon, and he died on the spot, even if he regained his agile mobility now, Ishikawa also understood that he could not support more than half an hour at most, and he would fall into a situation where the meridians were broken and he could not survive.

Half an hour, hoping that there is still a chance to escape! Ishikawa threw a few more gravels in the direction where the woman was, and suddenly lifted his breath and quickened the pace of his upward climb.

Ishikawa had just climbed up a distance of no more than thirty zhang, and suddenly a strong momentum erupted below.

Even without looking back, Ishikawa could feel a huge oppressive force coming towards his body.

The pale gray translucent flames suddenly skyrocketed, and the flames at the top were almost **** to the soles of Ishikawa's feet.

Ishikawa took a deep breath, looked up at the canyon that still didn't know how high it was, gritted his teeth, and suddenly added it again, and once again rushed upwards in the blood splash of his whole body for a distance of dozens of zhang, and finally avoided the pursuit of the pale gray flames.

But the oppressive force did not disappear, but caught up with it faster and faster.

She's catching up!

A whooshing figure appeared, and like lightning, it came to Ishikawa's side in an instant.

Ishikawa had no time to react at this time, and the momentum pressure brought by the woman's full force also made him unable to respond effectively, and at this moment, he could only reluctantly deflect his body, avoiding the vital point in his chest, and allowing the woman to stab himself in the shoulder.

Blood splattered, Ishikawa's eyes were blood-red, he couldn't help but cry out miserably, and he didn't even show up, just between the blood red, a chaotic black light flashed in his eyes.

The woman couldn't help but be sure that she didn't want to kill Ishikawa now, so that she would have no one to kill and no live blood to drink after she came out of the blood pool.

The woman's free left hand flipped and swept towards the vital point in Ishikawa's chest and abdomen, she wanted to seal Ishikawa's cultivation again, and then rush there with him before he came out of the pool of blood.

Ishikawa sneered, ignoring the short blade inserted in his body, and slowly swung his right fist with an extremely resolute but calm expression on his face.

"Huh!?"

The woman's eyes froze, as if she had seen something incredible, and her pupils suddenly condensed into a point the size of a pinpoint.

This feeling............

This kind of fist that crushes everything and dominates the world............

Could it be that he is not the person chosen by the slut of Jiuyou, but the spokesperson who walks in the main realm of the Xuan Realm!?

That's impossible!

At the same time as he swung his right fist, two black flames lit up in the depths of Ishikawa's eyes.

The woman's complexion changed again.

A black light that could not be described in words flashed, and the woman's outstretched left hand hung limply when it was less than an inch away from Ishikawa's chest, and her expression became extremely dull after the black light flashed, as if she was trapped in a fantasy that could not think for herself.

The woman looked up suddenly, and now she was standing outside the door of the hall in the center of the Netherworld.

The great wall, which I don't know how long or high, still stood in front of her.

Not far from her, there were more than a dozen corpses in simple clothes.

The woman's gaze shifted from the massive wall to the corpses.

Finally, she lowered her head and stared at the strange blade in her hand.

"Why am I here?"

"Isn't this the scene I had when I explored the Netherworld?"

"No, wasn't I sealed by those guys, I don't know how many thousands of years have passed, why is this happening?"

"Did I fall into a fantasy?"

"With my Divine Consciousness Cultivation Realm, who else but those few can so easily pull me into the Illusion Realm without knowing it?"

"Thinking about it further, what is the real thing over there?"

The woman's brow furrowed, she instinctively didn't want to believe what she saw, but the real touch of the wall, the corpse, and the strange blade in her hand reminded her that everything was real now.

She stood there and pondered for a moment, then dodged over to one of the corpses.

The next moment, she didn't hesitate to stomp on the head of the old man's corpse.

Blood splattered, brains spilled.

The thick smell of blood spread, adding a bit of ominous signs to the already tragic battlefield.

The woman pulled out her white jade-like slender jade feet from the flesh and blood, and then squatted down slightly, stretched out her fingers without hesitation, stained with a little blood and brain, and put it in her mouth, and **** it lightly.

"Is this the real thing?"

The old man in front of her was no stranger to her, on the contrary, she had dealt with him more than once during the years of cultivation.

Sometimes it's the cooperation that each needs to take, and more often it's the open and secret struggle and fierce collision.

And just as they entered the suddenly revealed Netherworld at the same time, the grudge between her and the monk disappeared in an instant.

For the old man died, and indeed he died outside the wall.

He was killed by many ancient monks, including herself.

The woman walked away from the old man's corpse and began to examine the corpses of the other ancient monks one by one.

But without exception, these corpses gave her a feeling of extreme authenticity.

"How can this be?"

(End of chapter)