Xiao Fan continued to walk forward, and under the eyes of the delusion, the scene in front of him became very different from what he saw in his normal state. Those blood-colored rivers were like veins of the earth, flowing all the way to the depths, and on the blood-colored mist floating earth in front of them, huge ancient sigils appeared in sight.

The entire land in front of it looked like a huge ancient altar, exuding an inexplicable and strange aura. Xiao Fan didn't dare to be careless, and he was careful with every step forward. The deeper he went, the more intense the murderous and bloody cruelty became.

The blood and mist that was floating on the earth had become so thick that it had turned into a ribbon and was rising and falling. Those blood-colored mist were condensed by a cruel murderous aura, but they only had the aura of killing, not the power of killing.

"Hey, that's weird. The evil spirit let out a surprised voice and said, "The person who laid this method does not seem to be an evil person, and there is not a trace of killing power in the entire space, and it has been completely purified by him." And although the aura here is bloody and cruel, and the murderous aura is extremely strong, there is not the slightest evil aura, which is enough to show that the evil aura has also been purified by him!"

"That's the best, if he is an evil person, I'm afraid he won't be able to get here at all, he has already become a corpse!" Xiao Fan said, looked around, and continued to walk forward.

Gradually, Xiao Fan's heart trembled involuntarily, and this subconscious reaction made him startled, and he quickly stabilized his mind. When he walked more than a hundred miles, the killing aura he felt was indescribably strong.

There was a dim light in front of him, because it was too far away Xiao Fan couldn't see it really, he could only keep getting closer, and gradually saw that there were thousands of sharp gray swords shuttling in the void in front of him, although it did not contain the slightest killing power, but the killing aura had the momentum of shattering the sky and the earth.

"What a heavy killing aura, and that's exactly what happened!" the evil spirit exclaimed. Xiao Fan tried his best to observe the situation ahead with his delusional eyes, and finally saw a gray object floating in the blood-colored mist. It seemed to be made of countless sigils, and all the gray sword rays were transmitted from it.

"The breath of killing and spirit, is that the spirit?" Xiao Fan was shocked, extremely surprised. Because he had never heard of the spirit of killing in heaven and earth.

"That's right, this is the Soul of Killing, a Soul of Killing formed by the blood sacrifice of refining the soul** plus the precipitation of endless years!" the evil spirit said affirmatively.

Xiao Fan was stunned, staring at the gray mass of objects that transmitted thousands of sword rays. He didn't expect that there would be a spirit in this mine, and it was a very special spirit that he had never heard of before—the soul of killing!

"Can I get it?" Xiao Fan said with some uncertainty. The evil soul responded: "Of course, it does not have the power to kill itself, and as you are a Chaos Martial Soul bloodline, the divine soul can withstand the influence of this killing aura, and there is no danger in capturing it." ”

Xiao Fan suppressed the excitement in his heart and quickly walked towards the place where the Killing Soul was. The Killing Spirit seemed to sense someone approaching, and suddenly flew into the depths. Xiao Fan chased after him, since this kind of spirit was encountered by him, there was no reason to give up. Once you get the Killing Soul and refine it, the benefits you get are huge, the level of the martial soul will be transformed, and the combat effectiveness in the same realm will be increased by a level.

The speed of the Killing Soul was very fast, and since Xiao Fan was far away from him, it was difficult to catch up in a short period of time. A quarter of an hour later, Xiao Fan chased after Lu Dao, and the scene in front of him also changed a lot.

The blood-colored mist was getting thinner and thinner, and after a little deeper, the blood-colored mist had disappeared. It was very dim here, and far ahead, Xiao Fan saw a huge altar, divided into three steps, as tall as ten zhang, and the seals on it were carved with various ancient character seals.

Xiao Fan flew in the air, looking down from a high place, a large area of the scene appeared in his eyes. He saw rivers of blood flowing deeper behind the altar. Each river of blood is connected to the altar.

What surprised Xiao Fan the most was that in the center of the altar, there was a blood-colored crystal-like thing, which seemed to be sealed with something, and Xiao Fan couldn't see it clearly because it was too far away. In front of the altar, there was a man dressed in an old black robe and holding a blade. He stood there motionless, covered in blood.

"It's so strong!" the demon screamed. Xiao Fan knew that the evil soul of the Dao Dao was referring to the man holding the blade, and immediately said, "But he is already dead, and he has not exuded the power of killing. ”

"Yes, he is already dead, his soul has been shattered, and he has not exuded any killing power, as long as he does not touch his body, there will be no danger!"

Xiao Fan nodded and continued to fly forward. At this moment, the Killing Spirit had already flown over the altar, floating above the blood-colored crystal-like object, and did not flee again. Xiao Fan approached, stopped in front of the man in the ancient black robe and held the blade, and looked at him carefully.

This man's facial features were extremely cold, his eyes were open, and there were pictures of crazy killing flashing in his pupils, which shocked Xiao Fan, and a chill spread all over his body.

The blade in his hand is about two feet long, with a unique shape and a streamlined blade. There are small grooves on the blade face, flowing with blood-colored light. The killing aura of this blade was extremely strong, making people feel cold.

"This blade is supposed to be a great weapon, but it has been damaged and sealed in battle, and it is difficult to exert its former power. The voice of the evil spirit sounded in Xiao Fan's mind.

Xiao Fan stepped forward and tried to touch the blade with his true qi, but was stopped by the evil spirit's urgent voice: "Don't move! This killing weapon, unless it is a person it approves, or someone with the same aura as its owner can touch it, the rest of the people will be attacked by it once they touch it!"

When Xiao Fan heard this, he immediately withdrew his true qi and looked closely at the man in front of him. Although he had been dead for an unknown number of years, it was as if he had fallen asleep with his eyes open. There were blood stains all over his body, hundreds of wounds on his body, and he could see the white bones, but there was no painful expression on his face, and his eyes were so cold.

This is a man who has to stand even if he is dead, his figure has become tall in Xiao Fan's heart, as if he can support the backbone of heaven and earth, and a deep sense of sadness has inexplicably risen in his heart.

Looking at this man for a long time, Xiao Fan sighed deeply, walked around him, climbed the altar step by step, and came to the object that was like a blood-colored crystal. At this moment, when he got closer, Xiao Fan found out that it was a piece of blood amber, and the seal inside turned out to be a man who looked to be about twenty years old.

This man is also wearing an ancient black robe, with thick black hair, a face like a knife, very heroic and cold, and he is a beautiful man. It's just that he feels too cold, like a piece of 10,000-year-old ice.

Xiao Fan's eyes were full of shock, and he could clearly feel that the man in the blood-colored amber still had the breath of life, which showed that he was not dead, and had been sealed in it and had lived from endless years ago to the present.

Wisps of gray power overflowed from the amber, merging with the power of the killing soul floating in the sky above it, a phenomenon that made Xiao Fan stunned.

"So that's the case! Once this person breaks the seal, he will become a generation of Tianjiao in the future!" The voice of the evil spirit sounded in Xiao Fan's mind. Xiao Fan was taken aback and asked in his heart, "What do you mean?"

The evil soul said: "This killing soul is not formed by blood sacrifice soul refining **, but because the bloodline of the person who was sealed in the blood-colored amber has been transformed to the extreme, and it is formed by the murderous aura that automatically overflows!

"What?" Xiao Fan was shocked and said, "Are you saying that this killing soul is formed by the bloodline soul power that overflows after the amber's own killing bloodline has evolved to the extreme?"

"Yes, that's the case! I didn't expect it to be like this, it seems that the effect of this blood sacrifice soul refining ** is far beyond imagination, and the blood of the people in amber has returned to their ancestors in the endless years. ”

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Suddenly, the whole altar began to shake. The ancient inscriptions on the altar flickered, and the blood-colored amber shone with blood-colored light. Xiao Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw that the young man in the amber was crying, and the tears were blood-colored, and they immediately turned into blood crystals when they overflowed the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, Xiao Fan also seemed to feel the sadness and hatred in his heart, and an uncomfortable feeling arose inexplicably. The altar shook more and more violently, and the ancient characters on it flickered non-stop, and finally broke away from the altar and flew up automatically.

Thousands of blood-colored amber rays bloomed, and the amber slowly flew up, wisps of tiny cracks appeared on it. Xiao Fan was shocked, this phenomenon showed that the man in the amber was about to break the seal.

Amber flew up, slowly towards the man below the altar, and the Killing Spirit followed Amber away, rising and falling above it. Xiao Fan reached out and grabbed it, wanting to hold the killing soul in his hand, but was rejected by a blood-colored light that shook out of the lake.

Amber stopped above the head of the black-clothed man holding the blade, and a voice full of grief and murderous intent came from it: "Uncle Shi, the disciple will definitely avenge you and Master, no matter how long this blood feud is, I will definitely find it! Your blood will not be shed in vain!"

As soon as the voice fell, the body of the black-clothed man holding the blade began to glow with a layer of blood, like blood-colored flames beating. Xiao Fan saw that his body gradually faded in the blood light, and turned into a rain of light after the most lush.

The image of the man in black appeared in the light and rain, he looked at the young man in the amber, and said, "This blood, we are the only one left in this vein, you must live, and finish the road that Uncle and your master have not finished." This Killing Blade is the last thing left to you by the master, so use it well......"