The howling cold wind brushed against his cheeks like sharp blades, and the shrill noise in his ears was like a ghost's roar, like the roar of thousands of troops when they charged.

Those ghosts full of resentment and unwillingness turned into ghosts, constantly attacking towards Yingyi, and the cold yin wind carried a biting cold, like needles piercing every acupoint.

Six crimson blood spears shot out of his hand in a row, and the cold Xuanyin blood flame irradiated the dim tunnel with a trace of red, and the crimson blood spear ignited a blood-colored cold flame, piercing out from the middle of the bodies of countless ghost things, as if a chain reaction, a large number of ghost things in front of Yingyi's body seemed to be splashed with tung oil, and all the ghosts that passed by the cold flame turned into black flying flotsam.

Without the slightest pause, a passage was opened with the Xuanyin Blood Flame, and Yingyi's whole person turned into a sharp arrow, flying straight towards the exit of the tunnel, and the rapidly undulating body drove a strong oscillating wave, shaking all those black flocculents into ashes, floating down the pitch-black tunnel to nowhere.

......

The sky was completely gray, as if it were composed of countless gray lines, not a single blue color, and not a single star dotted it.

Occasionally, a cloud drifted by, but it was a blood-colored color, like the shadow of the devil, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The ground was covered with dark brown soil, as if it had been poured with countless flesh and blood, exuding a strange demonic nature, and as far as the eye could see, patches of weeds that had dried up at some point were stuck straight into the ground like a sword.

The oppressive sky, the demonic earth, and the strange clouds that drift by from time to time constitute the eternal theme of this heaven and earth, like a dead world, burying all the life.

"Wow!"

"Wow!" ......

The mournful scream echoed from not far away, and several black ink crows flew from the sky, and their hazy figures gradually became clear.

The cold owl's eyes did not show the slightest change of emotion, the black and shiny feathers, and the cry of the baby, it was really like the legendary crow of the underworld, with the will of death, patrolling this world like the underworld.

Suddenly, the crows seemed to sense something terrible, and let out a more shrill cry, and even their flapping wings became a little messy, but it was still too late;

I saw that above the heads of a few ink crows, the originally gray sky seemed to have opened a gap, and suddenly a large black and deep hole appeared, and there was a faint sound of a terrible ghost, as if it came from the Nine Secluded Underground Mansion.

Without the slightest resistance, a few ink crows were strangled into pieces by the black hole, only scattered blood beads and a few broken feathers, which fell down alone, as if to confirm the horror and mystery of the black hole.

The ghost roar inside the black hole became more rapid and dense, as if there were countless ghosts trying to emerge from it.

With a high-pitched and sharp whistling sound, I saw a blood-colored flame suddenly leak from the mouth of the black hole, mixed with some ashes burned by something I don't know, and then a cyan figure fell out of the hole, and some black fog was wrapped around the clothes, and it was vaguely clear that some broken palms turned into ashes as a blood-colored flame swept by.

After burning the Yin Ghost Hand wrapped around his body, Ying Yi began to look at the Heavenly Tomb under this seal, wanting to see what this Heavenly Tomb looked like that was revered and feared by countless cultivators.

After entering the sealing tunnel, Yingyi opened a passage with the Xuanyin Blood Flame, without stopping at all, and rushed all the way along the passage of the tunnel, I don't know how many Yin ghosts and ghosts were blocked on the way, if it weren't for the Xuanyin Blood Flame just restraining these ghosts turned into Yin Qi, I don't know how much more energy it would take to walk through this tunnel.

For the scene inside the tomb, Ying Yi obviously had some guesses, so his face did not show a little surprise, everything seemed very calm, and he looked at everything in sight with interest, and his eyes turned as if he was guessing something.

Looking up at the sky, the black hole above his head had disappeared for some time, and it did not send everyone into the Heavenly Tomb as Yingyi imagined, as if everyone had a different chance.

The sky is still a hazy color composed of gray lines, and I don't know what is hidden behind it, choose a direction, and never look back, this is the choice that Winyi has made now.

The sound of stepping on the dry weeds and the breaking of the branches and grass seemed so harsh in this silent world, even if I didn't know how to go, I still had a unique feeling that this was the direction and there was nothing wrong with it.

I don't know how long I walked, the faint sound of running water came, Ying Yi quickened his pace, the sound of the water became more rapid and manic, mixed with the sound of water jets lapping on the rocks.

Abruptly, Ying Yi stopped, his face became extremely solemn, looking at the river in front of him, it could even be called the sea, and the shock in his eyes was beyond words.

Far from the boundless ocean, across the entire eye of Yingyi, the crimson sea water is like blood, exuding a thick bloody breath, as if countless people have drained the blood in the body to form a sea of blood, and there are a lot of white bones floating on the sea of blood, with the blood-colored waves being beaten down to the sea.

"Squeak!"

A crisp sound came from behind, it was the sound of someone stepping on the dead grass under his feet, Ying Yi frowned slightly, and turned to look at the person.

It was as if a messenger from the night, in a pitch-black tight-fitting robe, holding the same black and shiny sword in his arms, stopped in front of Ying Yi.

"Sea of Sunken Corpses!"

It was obvious that the solemnity in Jian Yixi's words could be heard, as if awakened by Jian Yixi's words, the blood-colored ocean suddenly rolled up a huge wave thirty feet high, and through the not very transparent blood water, you could also see some white bone skeletons that had long been corrupted, as well as the standard military armor that had been worn out, as if hanging on the skeleton bones.

Ying Yi didn't speak, but Jian Yixi continued: "More than a thousand years ago, the Seven Dynasties joined forces to march to the site of the Heavenly Tomb, hoping to uncover the secrets hidden in the Heavenly Tomb, but they never thought of encountering a catastrophe. ”

As if recalling the tragic scene at the beginning, Jian Yixi did not speak stiffly, but paused for a while before continuing: "At that time, no one knew what was in the Heavenly Tomb, nor did they know what the millions of troops had encountered. ”

"Three hundred years ago, the Seven Dynasties returned to their former peaks, and once again organized people to enter the site of the Heavenly Tomb, intending to figure out what happened at the beginning, this time because of the lessons learned last time, they did not blindly enter the site of the Heavenly Tomb, but only sent a small number of elites to explore the intelligence, hoping to gain something. ”

"After a long period of exploration, although we didn't find out what happened in the Heavenly Tomb at the beginning, we found the place where the million army was broken, that is, this sea of red blood and sunken corpses!"

"No one knows whether this sea of blood originally existed in the Heavenly Tomb, or whether it was caused by the destruction of the million-strong army of the Seven Dynasties, but it was those white bone skeletons, broken military armor, and standard weapons buried deep in the sea of blood, which was enough to make all the cultivators who came here stop and mourn, because here are buried the peak of the Seven Dynasties, and countless unyielding war spirits who died in vain. ”

Jian Yiyi told the legend of this sea of blood for Ying Yi heavily, although his voice was very steady, but Ying Yi could hear the compassion hidden under his calm voice, and at the same time tell this history for Ying Yi, he also brought himself into that period of history and recalled the great changes in the sea at the beginning.

Turning around and looking at this sea of blood again, Ying Yi seemed to see the army of the Seven Dynasties advancing to this place with great momentum, but he didn't want to finally play a lamentation, millions of troops fell into the sand, and countless hot blood dyed into this never-fading sea of blood.

Under every blood-colored wave, there are piles of white bones, and the scattered armor hanging on the bones are all standard military armor more than a thousand years ago, including Dayan, Daqin, Qi, Chu, Han, Zhao, and Wei dynasties, all the time reminding everyone of this history that cannot be forgotten.

"I don't know if this is someone else's tomb or the tomb of the Seven Dynasties. ”

I don't know when, Yu Duchen has also stood behind the two of them, and sighed with a long sigh of emotion for everyone's hearts in the past few hundred years.

Although the Heavenly Tomb is now about to become a battlefield for the Seven Dynasties to sharpen their descendants, no one will ignore this great murderous place that once almost buried an era.

One after another, the Zuo sisters, Yan Qing, Liu Mu, Xiang Fei, Gu Xie and others also came, and the rest of the people rushed here as fast as they could.

Although they were sent to different places through the tunnel, they finally came to this sea of blood, as if there was a force in the underworld that brought them together from scattered and led to this lonely place.

I don't know when, there are countless small boats floating on the blood-colored sea, slowly sailing in the direction of everyone, and the originally calm blood sea also blows gusts of yin wind at some point, and the blood-colored raindrops also drip on the sea surface with the yin wind, everything is so weird.

"Blood and water gather sea bones as a boat, the yin wind goes first with the winding rain; ”

Zuo Qingwu's lips spit lightly, and slowly recited four inexplicable verses, which made this already heavy atmosphere even more solemn, and everyone's hearts seemed to be pressed against a stone, and they only felt an indescribable pressure.