A huge black coffin appeared in front of Bai Mo, and a large number of runes were buried on top of this coffin.

The mottled metal breath is soaked with the desolation of the years, and a pair of miscellaneous patterns of unidentified patterns seem to be a long-standing civilization.

The black coffin was in the middle of the hall, blocking his way, and in order to enter, he had to step over this strange black and gold coffin

Now that he has come in, the horizontal and vertical dangers are the same, Bai Mo gritted his teeth, took a step forward, pressed his hand on the cover, and pushed hard,

There was a squeak, a screeching sound of grinding teeth, and the black gold coffin came.

There was an extremely large suffocating smell coming from inside.

I saw a cold female corpse lying inside, this corpse was intact, and it did not turn into a skeleton, the whole body was as smooth as jade, which made people feel sad pity, however, only the pair of eyes that opened made people's hearts cold, and their eyes were extremely demonic, and they did not blink their eyes, and looked at Bai Mo fixedly

......

What is even more striking on her forehead is that it is printed with a blue ancient phoenix vein, which is lifelike......

If Bai Mo hadn't been prepared in his heart, I'm afraid that this glance would make him lose his soul.

Is there a person in the coffin who is not dead?

Even so, it also made his back cold and his scalp tingling.

After countless years, it is not corrupted.

Who is she? Seeing that her corpse is not decomposed, it must be a great supernatural power, I wonder if Lu Dao is the supreme level monk.

He had an ominous premonition, could this Blood Hell be the graveyard of countless powers?

The animal skin that was protecting himself suddenly moved, this movement was undetectable, and Bai Mo seemed to have some perception, but it was not obvious.

This corpse?

Suddenly, a piece of history came to mind......

Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a genius female cultivator who started at the age of four, opened up the sea of suffering at the age of seven, reached the realm of the Dharma Body at the age of twenty, and reached the peak before the age of 100......

No one knows where the power of the Dao of the Cultivators came from, nor does they know where the sect of the Dao came from.

She has an incomparable killing method, and she came to the Desolate Ancient Land alone, and in ten days, she picked the four great ancient cultivation families, which were unmatched.

Later, he participated in several ancient cultivation wars, but there was no news after breaking through the supreme realm, and some people said that he had found the blood prison of death, opened the door to ascend to immortals, and ascended to the immortal realm......

Her distinctive mark is the blue ancient phoenix pattern on her forehead,

Because of this, it is rumored that she is a descendant of Gu Huang......

Is it really her?

Is the legend true?

Then who can know the Dao, it turns out that the great power of the cultivation realm has already died in the blood prison.

Whose hand is it?

Who is in control of the Blood Hell?

With a stomach full of questions, Bai Mo slowly turned his body away and began to look for the door of the stone chamber......

In the hazy and eerie passageway, another door appeared......

The stone door was opened without much effort.

There was a skeleton sitting in the room, and nothing else.

It is estimated that even the magic weapon around him has been shattered.

After walking through three doors in a row, Bai Mo could gradually feel the changes, it turned out that these stone chambers were arranged according to certain rules,

Finally, a stone door was opened, but it was not a coffin, it was just a skeleton, but this skeleton was different, as if it was a dried corpse that had become a fossil. His demeanor was also extremely peaceful, not like he was killed and killed, but as if he was sitting naturally, and there was a scroll in his arms, which seemed to have not been annihilated.

For this monk fossil, Bai Mo had respect. It must be his own ancient predecessors. Came forward and bowed deeply three times, then took off the painting scroll from his arms, I don't know what material it was made of, such a long time is immortal, it must be a good thing.

Unfold it, and the consciousness moves, and look at it......

A look of chagrin immediately appeared between his eyebrows, it turned out that there was a magic weapon, but it was a will to inherit the clan.

But after scanning the will at a glance, Bai Mo couldn't help but have a question mark in his brain again!

Kill the emperor?

Could it be the ancient power that is now spreading wildly in the cultivation realm?

This cultivation turned out to be a generation of emperors who killed the emperor in the first generation, exterminated thousands of peak powers on the sacrificial immortal platform, and finally ascended to immortals, but finally fell into the blood prison for some reason, and left to the descendants of the family is not a Taoist supernatural power, but it is nine Yin Hong blood characters engraved on the scroll: "From now on, our people are not allowed to cultivate the truth"!

What was the reason for him to make such a grand wish to destroy the path to immortality in the clan?

There was no longer anything in the stone room, Bai Mo bowed again, and sighed, "Kill the emperor's predecessors, since you have obtained the relics of your predecessors, it is fate, if I am lucky enough to escape, and when I meet the descendants of my predecessors in the future, I will definitely return the relics of my predecessors to the clan, and my predecessors will rest in peace!"

The scroll was like a storage belt, and it retreated out of the stone chamber!

In this way, seven doors were opened in a row, and these seven doors were either empty, or a skeleton had long since decayed, and its sleeves turned into ashes with a wave of its sleeves, or there were only a few pieces of scrap iron and dead wood left without any aura, and the supernatural powers were dispersed, and they were already wasted, only in the seventh door that could only be opened, the skeleton was intact, and the texture was very hard, after many years of erosion, it was still like a magic weapon that could not be damaged at all, but I don't know what kind of realm the Dao used to be. Its body leaned against the wall of the stone chamber, as if it was sitting upright, and it seemed to be sleepy.

A dress has long since decayed, and at the knuckles of his fingers, an ancient ring still shines with a faint shimmer. Bai Mo knew that this ring must be a high-level treasure, and now that the owner is dead, it is an ownerless thing. Secretly muttered, offended the seniors, therefore, took out the iron halberd used by the big man he had killed before, and slashed at the dry finger for more than two hours, and cut off his finger, and this is because the years are too long, and the aura in his bones has been weathered, otherwise it is difficult to cut off.

It is conceivable that this person must have cultivated to the eternal perfection before his death!

However, it is so powerful, but it is still dead in the stone chamber, and there is no place to bury it.

Out of the stone room, I went straight to the next room, but as soon as I approached the stone door, I couldn't take a step forward, let alone open it.

There seems to be an extremely powerful seal on the stone door, making it inaccessible.

Moreover, the amount of strength of each stone gate is different, but the same amount of strength cannot hurt Bai Mo.

Suddenly, Bai Mo heard a series of sounds behind him, and when he looked back, rows of ancient characters suddenly appeared in the air, and bloomed with green brilliance, and then there seemed to be a trace of fluctuation......

This fluctuation is different from the breath in the blood prison,

Bai Mo suddenly felt happy in his heart, this is life!

A kind of fluctuation that belongs to the vitality of life......

In this gloomy and dead world, being able to encounter a trace of vitality is probably even more invigorating than a monk discovering a genius treasure!

Could there be anyone but himself who would survive?

I was thinking about it, the direction of the ancient characters' floating, the slightest life fluctuation was a little stronger, but it seemed that it could not get rid of some kind of restraint, and it was going to precipitate and annihilate in the end! A more strange force diffused out, and it was about to be devoured!

Someone must have asked for help! Could it be Su Fei......

He immediately thought of Su Fei.

Only Su Fei is alive here.

After entering here and listening to Su Fei's lecture about the secrets of the Blood Prison, Bai Mo asked Su Fei a question, "I want to ask you, are you a man or a woman, can you show me your ......face?"

Su Fei's body moved, and he didn't say anything, his fingers turned back, and his hair hung down like a waterfall......

"Looks, don't look at ......"

Whether to save or not, or to say that he was already injured all over his body, and this place is a powerful burial place, saving people is just a joke, but as a person who stepped into the blood prison together, Bai Mo couldn't help but ask, and moreover, Su Fei still had a lot of things he wanted to know.

Who knows, Bai Mo just took a few steps forward, but found that the floating ancient characters did not seem to be closer to him, and even floated to a distance, and then followed the passage, turned a few corners, and finally caught up with the place where the ancient characters appeared, but it was a stone room.

Push open the stone door!

Hey?

Unexpectedly, the stone chamber was empty!

How could there be no one?

What about Su Fei?

If you follow the several stone chambers that you have walked through in a row, you should bury a great power in each stone chamber.

Bai Mo was about to take the footsteps and immediately retracted them.

The room was empty, and the ancient characters that floated in the air were floating in the air.

As soon as Bai Mo stepped into the stone room, those floating ancient characters immediately began to condense, and finally turned into the shape of a person, this human form emerged in the words, but was lost in the words, always incomplete, but always struggling......

This was repeated countless times, and finally a sad sigh floated out of it.

Its voice is empty and distant,

"Is there an immortal in the world? If so, then where are the immortals? If not, what are we looking for?"

Are there immortals in the world?

This is asking the sky or the earth, the years or the past

If you ask me, then who am I?

Bai Mo suddenly felt dazed in his heart.

I have been cultivating for more than 30 years, but what exactly have I cultivated?

Cultivation's revenge, cultivation's struggle, cultivation's hatred, or cultivation's immortality......

Ask if there are immortals in the world and what are you cultivating?

After a long time, one step can open up the sea of suffering, but this dantian is as solid as a rock, how far away is it from this step?

How much more do I have to go on my way across the sea of suffering?

Are there immortals in the world?

If so, will it be tomorrow's broken neck or another day's catastrophe......

Have it?

Have it?

That long and vicissitudes of sigh seemed to pull Bai Mo to the source of the Dao Law all of a sudden. Let his thoughts suddenly fall directly into Pingyang from that empty nothingness.

Bai Mo's struggle is the struggle of his Dao Ji, and the struggle of the Dao Ji is the struggle of his cultivation world, if there is, he will fall into the vast level of hard attachment one level after another, and on the path of cultivation for cultivation, there is no today, and he cannot see the light......

If not, then everything is false, and the Dao Ji collapsed and the Thousand Dao Acupoints collapsed......

Bai Mo's gaze suddenly became very vicissitudes, and even wrinkles appeared on his face in an instant, and every breath had to be lost for countless years, until he was old......

He saw the breakthroughs of his own realms, the deaths of his friends, the vicissitudes of the world, and the vicissitudes of his gray hair......

He sees the whole life, but he doesn't see the whole life......

Are there immortals in the world?

Bai Mo's twilight gaze was suddenly as clear and firm as water, and he slowly spoke, "Yes...... The fairy is me!"

As soon as these words came out, I immediately saw a humanoid image composed of ancient characters in the air in front of this place, booming and flashing......

Then, as if going back in time, everything changed in front of Bai Mo's eyes......

"I ...... I ......" echoed in the room, and the ancient characters that formed the human form suddenly turned into a page of earthy yellow paper and flew into the dantian like lightning. In the sea of knowledge of the white desert, a thousand loud sounds echo endlessly.

The 1,234th acupuncture points are opened, the veins of the whole body are dredged, and a little star is like a star!

Once the womb opened the law, now establish the immortal Dao fruit.

The avenue is three thousand, and the source is bitter......

From now on, I, Bai Mo, will open up a sea of suffering in the dantian and create a flesh dojo!

"No one pushes and the heaven and the earth are self-sufficient, no one burns and the sun and the moon are self-evident, no one is listed and the stars are self-ordered, no man-made and ** self-generated, this is the beginning of the beginning......

Bai Mo couldn't help but forget everything around him, and he settled down, concentrating on following the ancient vicissitudes of life, silently moving his mind, and after a bubbling warm air from the outside world rushed into the dantian, his body was slowly changing.

The blue tears that slipped down the dantian from the corner of the elf's eyes were gradually wetting the dantian, and the water droplets that moistened things sounded like thousands of waves, and the countless ancient characters turned into a page of dark gold were floating above the water.

The entire body of the white desert was running with thousands of orifices, and the divine splendor was exposed, shining on the white desert like a glowing divine mansion, accompanied by a huge roar. This roar was like a tsunami of waves, erupting from the dantian position.

I don't know how long it has been, although it is a tear, but the spiritual consciousness has invaded like an ocean, and I trampled this blue ocean under my feet, and the ancient words in the sky were like waves fluttering, and they were transformed into earth-shattering giants like flying dragons circling, like the nine heavens of the gods.

It took a month for this phenomenon to disappear.

Bai Mo seemed to wake up from a dream, and then looked at the blue light flashing in his eyes, which was extremely strange.

Every gesture carries a feeling of shattering everything.

Looking at the dantian inside, I saw that a pool of blue water light was formed in my dantian, which seemed to be a twinkling star, and it was like the vastness of the universe in a trance......

Is this the sea of suffering?

In the meantime, the blue water really rippled, and it brought the feeling of a monstrous wave.

Looking at the stone room again, there was no sound of sighing, and there was a sentence floating in the position of the dark gold scripture on that page: "The sun is covered by the sky, the sky is tilting to the northwest, and the star of the blood prison is faint." Eighty-one Dao stars, just waiting for the people of Zen Heaven and Fortune......"

Bai Mo studied for a long time, but he couldn't understand it thoroughly, so he simply gave up.

The white desert that came out of the stone chamber felt like a leaf of goose feathers floating in the ocean, floating lightly in the air.

Obviously, whether it is the existence that I saw before, or the glimmer of life that still existed in the stone chamber just now, it was a mythical existence, but it was nothing more than that, and I was never in much danger until now.

Either there are no more survivors in this blood prison, or there is a horror in this place that wants to be let go of me, but there is no credibility in either of these points, and the other point is that the animal skin that hangs over his head to protect him can protect himself in this place......

If so, then who would be the owner of the hide? Isn't the blood-colored hand that killed it in the projection the existence of the Blood Prison? The projection of the entrance to the Blood Prison for what could enter the Blood Prison actually be......

What's behind all this?