On the third day, the yin energy of the starry sky did not dissipate, but gradually formed a thick cloud that condensed in the sky and obscured the starlight.

Lead clouds are like ink, stacked in pitch black, layer by layer, there are ghosts roaring, ghosts crying, Ning Wuji, Su Bodhi, and Sun Wukong are like falling into the underworld and hell, surrounded by countless evil things and sneaky.

Ning Wuqian sat cross-legged and quietly realized, he found that this place was dangerous, but it was more able to touch a kind of underworld power, which was a kind of law that only a golden immortal could grasp and comprehend, and the ripples generated by the rules.

Being able to get in touch with this kind of strength is extremely rare, which means that on the way forward, there is one more direction, of course, this kind of rule does not match Ning Wuji, and even he can't comprehend it, but he can learn from it and feel this kind of strength up close, which will be of great help to his future cultivation.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of running water, Ning Wuqian opened his eyes, and a pitch-black river appeared quietly in front of him, flowing with calm river water, the pitch-black river was not a little wide, and there were countless corpses and ghosts floating in it.

There are too many corpses, thousands, one by one, floating, dressed differently, and even the race is different, there are dozens of fierce beasts, there are human beings wearing ancient robes, there are also birdmen with wings like angels, and monsters with human heads and beast bodies, and even in the depths of the corpses, there are earth-shattering corpse qi soaring into the air, and the breath that comes out is as if there is a demon god, that kind of scene makes people's scalp numb.

From the dark river, there floated out the billowing corpse gas, with a rancid smell, and the corpse gas was extremely corrosive, even the ghost spirit, which also dissipated in this corpse gas. And the ghost skeletons in the Netherworld are also extremely scruptuous, screaming in amazement. He wailed and retreated, not daring to let the corpse be tainted.

The corpse qi gathered into a cloud and floated over, and slowly the corpse water floated down, which was a corpse rain.

This kind of corpse qi is a supreme treasure for some evil cultivators and demonic monks, extremely vicious, and the magic weapon is contaminated. It will also be polluted, and even the True Qi Gang Hood can be corroded, which is very terrifying.

A large cloud of corpses floated above Ning Wuqian and them, raining corpses, and a flame emperor stepped out of Ning Wuji's chest, wearing a flame dragon robe, which was the same as Ning Wuji, and his breath was more powerful, this was the spirit contained in the five internal organs from the beginning of cultivation. It is the essence of the supreme code of the wolf clan in "Taiyin Jue".

The flames are surging, the Flame Emperor is the fire of the heart, and it is also the flame of the innate qi, which is extremely powerful. The rolling corpse rain was evaporated in the flames to form a mist and flew back into the sky, if it weren't for the fact that Ning Wuqian didn't have any powerful treasures at hand that could hold these corpse water. Ning Wujian wants to pretend to be some out of the way, and release it when he is facing the enemy, and any magic weapon will be polluted. Even if the spiritual treasure touches, it will also be damaged, and the end is yin damage.

After the corpse qi, some corpses seemed to be out of the dark river, towards this side, it was a walking corpse, surging with rolling corpse qi, nourished by the rich corpse qi, if it weren't for being trapped in the dark river, they would have already evolved into spiritual wisdom and become zombies, although they were only walking corpses, but they were also powerful, with the instinctive power before death.

Looking at the more than ten corpses that came, Ning Wujian flicked his fingers lightly, and where his fingers pointed, a circle of ripples appeared, and the ripples were calm at first, but when they touched the first few corpses, they suddenly went berserk, like surging waves, transparent ripples rolling, and those corpses were instantly cut into pieces and disappeared into invisible.

"I can't master this kind of strength yet!" Ning Wujian looked at his bleeding fingers, the ripples were the amount of power he had exerted to imitate what he had seen.

Knowing it but not knowing why, Ning Wuqian did not grasp this kind of strength, the ripples not only shocked those corpses, but also injured himself, almost injured the enemy by a thousand, and damaged himself by a thousand and two, the way of rules, how could it be so easy to snoop?

The corpses were furious, and corpses continued to fly out of the dark river, Ning Wujian had two clones, Lei Ze and the Flame Emperor performed the Dao method, and the sea of thunder and the sea of fire descended, and finally drove these corpses back into the river.

"Hell, Styx?" Ning Wuqian looked at the pitch-black river, smiled faintly, and said to himself, "The next catastrophe won't be a sea of blood, right?"

Before Ning Wuji's words fell, a little bit of blood appeared in the place of the River Styx, and in an instant, this bit of blood continued to expand, expanding, and spreading to all sides, encompassing Ning Wuji's location, and they were like being in a sea of blood.

The blood waves were surging, Ning Wuqian smiled dumbly, it was really a sea of blood, but the next moment, his face became solemn, in the sea of blood, there was the Asura race, this is an extremely terrifying warlike race, almost a killing machine, a race born for battle, don't be in this sea of blood, the Asura race will be stronger!

Bang......

The blood waves were surging, surging constantly, dozens of zhang of blood water were pressed like a wall, and the bloody breath was in the nose, making Ning Wuqian feel like he was in the ocean in a raging storm, and the waves around him were beating, and the talisman refined by Su Bo emitted a golden light, blocking the blood waves, Ning Wuqian was about to be embarrassed a lot, and his body was dyed with blood.

Groaning ......

A soft groan sounded, Ning Wuji's heart moved, and the blood-colored battle Ge appeared in his hand, this blood-colored battle Ge taken from the ancient battlefield of gods and demons, shining with a faint blood, trembling slightly.

On top of the blood-colored battle, countless fine cracks were the scars left by the battle between gods and demons.

When he thought of the Demon God Mountain, the Scarlet Zhan Ge was able to absorb the power of the blood rain to recover and repair himself, and Ning Wuqian looked at the vast sea of blood, and it was not difficult to understand why this Scarlet Zhan Ge was excited.

There is a spirit in the spirit treasure, Ning Wuqian has always thought that the spirit of the blood-colored war has been destroyed, but he never thought about it, and he still left some instincts, and if he cultivated it properly, it is not impossible to give birth to a new instrument spirit in the future, in terms of quality, this blood-colored war brother was definitely an innate spirit treasure!

With a casual throw, the blood-colored war was like a blood dragon, rushing into the sea of blood, stirring the sea of blood, and one after another blood water rushed into the battle ge, refining it, and the blood bloomed.

The blood wave is just the prelude to this catastrophe, from the sea of blood, there are figures emerging, it is the body of the former Asura powerhouse sunk in the sea of blood, holding a broken war knife, awakened by the sea of blood.

These Asura powerhouses have been dead for many years, but their bodies are still burly, soaked in the sea of blood, their bodies are tempered like steel, not weaker than spiritual treasures, and their bodies are surging with majestic blood, even Ning Wuji's face is solemn. (To be continued......)