Inside the tree hole, a light curtain manifested by the water mirror technique appeared, and the blood-colored light curtain was dazzling, and a ghost shadow could be seen passing through vaguely.

Ning Wuqian was slightly startled, who would have thought that in this cursed blood rain, walking through the figure, was it the strong battle spirit that died in ancient times, or the cursed devil?

On the other side, Bi Fang, Wu Zhiqi, and half-crippled skeletons were fighting, and the blood rain did not affect their battle at all, showing a chaotic picture in the water mirror technique.

The power is too amazing, whether it is Bi Fang, or Wuzhi Qi, or the half-crippled skeleton, they were once famous powerhouses on the Flood Continent, Bi Fang once stole the Heavenly Emperor Divine Fire, Wuzhi Qi and Yu have fought a battle, and that half-crippled skeleton, in ancient times, is the strongest person in the world, and now only half of the skeleton is left, but it also has terrifying strength, especially under this demonic blood rain, the blue bones of the half-crippled skeleton are clouded with a layer of blood light, and the strength is furious!

"Look here!"

Sun Wukong seemed to see something, waved his hand and sprinkled a curtain of light, and in the blood, a tower-like shape loomed in the sky, and around this tower, there were actually black shadows walking through!

"Sun Wukong, you and I work together to see what is there?"

Yang Jian looked at Sun Wukong, in the third eye, a divine light rushed out and entered the light curtain, the two lights and shadows coincided, much clearer than before, under the blood rain light curtain, a blood-colored bone tower stood between heaven and earth, and the Demon God Mountain outside seemed to have disappeared, leaving only this tower.

Ning Wuji, who was staring at the light curtain, was suddenly startled, "Those black shadows have life, not soul bodies!"

Around the bone tower, there were twelve black shadows, wrapped in black clothes, holding bone staffs, and on the bone staff, black light was blooming. It weaves into a twelve-pointed star array, shrouded in the bone tower.

The rapid roar that Sun Wukong heard came from within the bone tower, and the entire bone tower was shaking.

"That bone tower is very similar to the one on the Ancient Battlefield of Gods and Demons!" Yang Jian frowned.

Between the blood-colored ocean of heaven and earth, if you look inside outside the Demon God Mountain, the entire Demon God Mountain is like a fountain gushing with blood, and the boiling blood water is pouring down, and the big waterfall that should be flowing down the river has become a blood-colored river flowing upwards at this time. Rolling waves converge.

And in the center of this blood-colored fountain, a crystalline blood-colored bone tower bloomed with dazzling light, and under the reflection of the blood light, twelve figures chanted prayers, and the bone staff burst out with black light, suppressing the violently shaking bone tower.

In the ancient battlefield of gods and demons, the soul shadow floated, and the white bone tower shone with a crystal light, and in the center. Sealed with purple soul fire, it shook violently, manifesting a vague figure, looking towards the Gods and Demons Mountain.

"Someone is peeping!" among the twelve dark shadows. A figure sensed it, and glanced at where Ning Wujian was, and at this time, a thunderbolt swept through the sky. illuminated the face under the figure's cloak.

"It's him!"

Ning Wujian and Yang Jian both exclaimed in surprise, and under the cloak, there was an old face. It was the high priest of the Xingtian tribe.

The next moment, the water mirror light curtain was shattered, and outside the tree hole, the sound of whining ghosts crying was long, and Sun Wukong and Yang Jian all snorted and took a step back.

"It's so strong!" Yang Jian's face sank, and he could see clearly that the high priest had broken their crystal technique with just a wave of his hand, and he and Sun Wukong had been shaken back.

The sound of the fierce battle has gone away, and the battlefield of Bi Fang, Wuzhiqi, and half-crippled skeletons seems to be far away from here, and for a while, except for the sound of blood rain and ghost crying, the world seems to be quiet.

"Bi Fang, Wuzhi Qi, Xingtian?"

In the tree hole, the three of them sat together, and what they saw tonight was really unexpected.

"The bone tower, the bone tower in the ancient battlefield of gods and demons, must have some kind of connection with that bone tower, or, this is also a seal, here is the body of the purple soul fire, the demon god mountain, the demon god mountain, could it be that this mountain is transformed by a demon god?"

Ning Wuji's conjecture is not impossible, in the legend, the Honghuang Continent is the illusion of the dead body of the Pangu god, after the death of a demon god, the body into such a pure land, it is very normal, for example, after the death of Kuafu, turned into Deng Lin, after the death of Chi You, turned into a blood maple forest, not to mention a demon god?

Yang Jian closed his eyes, also thinking about something, Sun Wukong held the golden hoop stick on the side to rest, came to this world, repeated battles, continuous grinding, he seems to have a new understanding, touched a new realm, often meditated and realized.

Not only Sun Wukong, but also Ning Wuji, Yang Jian, Nezha, including the monks who came here, have made different progress, of course, the so-called "becoming a golden immortal" The secret is really nothing, Tianxing Pavilion is the remnant of the royal family a hundred years ago, when he escaped, he felt that the White Lotus Gate valued that secret, thinking that it was a way to become stronger, and the killing star was misunderstood, and the wrong information was transmitted, the source of all this was just that the White Lotus Gate resurrected Jinnara through the sealed demonic energy, and even the White Lotus Gate didn't know what Lu Dao had here.

The three of them become tigers, and as soon as the rumors spread, they will become more and more outrageous, but if they are sharpened here, they can become stronger faster, but it is true, it is almost the environment of the Flood Continent, and there are many elixir treasures, so that all the monks have gained a lot.

"The time of the Ancient Battlefield of Gods and Demons is different from the time here!" Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes and said lightly between his thoughts.

Ning Wuqian was stunned and looked at Yang Jian.

"In the Ancient Battlefield of Gods and Demons, that soul fire spoke inconsistently, it said that it had existed for tens of thousands of years, but it also said that millions of years ago, it had seen the headless punishment heaven, this time is not right, the time in front is to deceive us, but the next million years, no!"

Ning Wujian suddenly said, "Xingtian has no head, it was after the battle with the Yellow Emperor, it was tens of thousands of years ago, and Xingtian and Xiangliu were sealed into the nineteenth layer of the region, and it was only tens of thousands of years, according to the remnants of those tribes, they also spent a lot of time in the nineteenth layer of hell, where did they come from for a million years?"

"Well, the time is not right, it's similar to the passage of time in the Heavenly Court and the four continents, isolated by a force, those ancient relics must know something, they can operate in the bloody night, perhaps, we should visit them again tomorrow. Yang Jian looked at the rain curtain of blood and water outside the tree hole.

"They are suppressing the bone tower, and that soul fire must have let us in here to break the seal, or to use us for something, and judging from the constantly shaking bone tower, the time for the seal to be broken is very close!" (To be continued......)