(This grade is really not very good, but I am quite satisfied. Even with a habitual support, I feel happy and it is not in vain. I ask for collection and recommendation again, but the newcomer has no choice.)

When Haotian heard the words of the ancestor, he was shocked. It should be noted that the ancestor Hongjun was already at the peak of the Hunyuan Quasi Saint, only half a step away from the immortal saint. It is hard to imagine that there is a hidden existence in this world that is stronger than the ancestor Hongjun. Before this, except for the master Qingtian Taoist, Haotian had never heard of anyone becoming a saint.

A terrible thought arose, "Is there a powerful Chaos Demon God not dead? Then why did he attract everyone with his treasure this time?"

For a moment, Haotian was full of thoughts and asked quietly: "Teacher, Luohu is also a powerful man in the world. Doesn't he know what's happening in the abyss?"

The ancestor Hongjun looked thoughtful, narrowed his eyes slightly, and sighed: "If Luohu knew this secret and went there resolutely, his scheming would be unfathomable."

"Oh? Please help me solve my doubts?"

"Imagine that Luohu is already a quasi-saint, Great Perfect Perfection Powerful, but he is not sure about the innate treasure. What hope does the others have to go? It's just his wayfinding stone. If what I expected is not bad, Luohu must have hid in the dark first and wait until everyone can investigate the situation before taking action." The ancestor Hongjun gently stroked his beard, with a faint smile on his face.

"No wonder the teacher is not in a hurry to go down. It turns out that there are these reasons. But Senior Prince Dong is still in there, what should I do?"

"All things in the world have their own destiny, and life and death are based on fate, and they cannot be forced." After replying lightly, the ancestor kept silent.

Inside the abyss, there is a huge evil spirit and a strong bloody smell. Even if it is Daluo's body, it feels like he is nausea and vomiting. Speaking of which, the Dongwanggong and others chased the ancestor Luohu and flew into the abyss, but lost Luohu's figure.

All the people were powerful, and they were not in a hurry. They walked forward step by step. In the abyss, there was a dead silence, no breath of life, and only the boundless death aura.

"Several people, this place is dangerous. Let's put aside our personal prejudices first and find the treasure first. The belonging of the treasure will be decided separately." The King of the East suddenly stopped and said to the monks such as Zulong.

Everyone nodded and said "good". They did not need to be on guard against the crowd around them and explored wholeheartedly. Only in this way would the success rate be improved.

Without any worries, everyone then rushed into the endless abyss side by side. The strong wind mixed with earth heat passed by their ears, and the flowing light flashed, and in a moment they reached the magma layer.

The magma was aimed at the holy existence without any threat. After discussing, several people plunged into it, splashing heat waves, and returned to calm in just a moment.

The keen soul power can clearly feel that the aura of the treasure is below the magma. In addition to the evil energy and treasure energy, there is also a heart-wrenching blood energy. This blood energy is so rich that it is not even lower than the legendary Netherworld Blood Sea.

Sure enough, when I dived tens of thousands of miles under the magma, the scenery suddenly changed. There was no magma heat around me, only a boiling blood pool with air conditioning. The area of ​​the blood pool is no less than that of an ordinary lake. The blood inside it is extremely viscous and has a strong fishy smell. The sense of crisis in the dark suddenly penetrates into the minds of several people.

People who practice cultivation can more or less detect good or bad fortune related to themselves, let alone strong people in the quasi-saint realm. Dong Wanggong and others stood separately from each other, their faces were extremely solemn, and their eyes were fixed in the center of the blood pool, but no one dared to take action first.

In the middle of the blood pool, a faint treasure aura was mixed with a thick evil aura. A spear stood alone. Domineering and mysterious, this was the first thought that flashed through everyone's minds.

There were two great road runes flashing in the body of the gun. If Haotian was here, he would definitely recognize that this was the word "God Killing". The God Killing Spear is an innate treasure, the main control of the destruction rule, and its power is infinite. It was once the magic weapon of the supreme Black Demon Saint Ancestor in Chaos.

The Black Demon Saint Ancestor is the strongest attacking existence among the three thousand chaotic demons. His own strength has reached the realm of Hunyuan Wuji, surpassing the gods. Unfortunately, he was not lucky enough to encounter Pangu Kaitian Creation, and he disappeared from now on. Some people guessed that he was seriously injured by the powerful Kaitian Power, some people guessed that he hid in chaos and continued to recuperate and injured, and some even thought that he had returned to the Rules Sky Net, but he spread his natal magic weapon to the world to ensure that the Taoist system is immortal.

Whether the Black Demon Saint Ancestor dies or lives is no longer the focus of everyone's attention at this moment, and how to obtain treasures is the top priority.

There are three major problems with obtaining this treasure. One is how to overcome this crisis-ridden blood pool and reach the center of the pool. The second is how to deal with the sneak attacks of the monks around him. The third is how to escape the pursuit of millions of people and refine the magic weapon.

This series of problems appeared in everyone's minds. The faces of the East Prince and the Duke all looked gloomy and glancing around from time to time. Preventing others from sneak attacks, designing escape routes, etc. are all quickly calculated in the soul space.

"Three clan leaders, such valuable treasures should be used by us and other quasi-sacred people. It is better to clean up the ants around you first!" The King of the East was decisive, looked at the dozen monks in the Daluo realm around him, and a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes, and sent a voice to Zulong and the other two.

Zulong frowned slightly, then his eyes lit up, and he whispered to some monks in the Daluo realm around him: "Everyone, although the innate treasure is good, you must have the corresponding strength to be worthy of it. But I should leave first."

"Ancestral Dragon, don't rely on your seniority to be a veteran. You must know that the treasure has a spirit and those who are destined to live there. Why should you let us leave?" A demon cultivator in the realm of Daluo Jinxian jumped out and objected.

"Hmph", Zulong looked unconscious, and with a wave of his hand, the five-colored light flashed, and the demon cultivator screamed and turned into ashes. After doing all this, Zulong ignored the fearful and resentful eyes of others and glanced around indifferently: "It's still time to leave now!"

The tone was light and light, but the murderous intent contained in it made many monks who wanted to get a bargain like falling into an ice cellar, and their bodies were covered in coldness.

Most of the monks under the quasi-saint looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, sighed, and turned around and left.

Only a few monks showed hesitation and did not leave in the end.

Seeing that someone didn't take his order seriously, Zulong was furious and the quasi-saint's pressure suddenly burst out. The remaining monks were in a state of suffering, but they still did not give in.

Suddenly, Zulong smiled "haha" and his expression of praise flashed by, "Those guys don't even have the courage to face crisis. What qualifications do you have to be favored by the treasures? What are the real heroes?"

Zulong's continuous changes made Dongwanggong and others confused, and also made the remaining Daluo Jinxian unclear.

He smiled slightly and continued, "I appreciate the talents and courage of several people. I can ask you to try that treasure first. Whoever can make it recognize its master is whoever is, please leave if you fail."

The remaining Daluo Jinxian looked happy and hurriedly bowed and thanked him: "Thank you, senior!"

The excited Daluo Jinxian did not see a hidden light flashing in Zulong's eyes. It was a kind of light that was chosen for people, dangerous and ruthless.

When things have developed to this point, why doesn’t the Dong prince understand Zulong’s intention?

"I didn't expect that this person was so sinister that he actually made these ants willing to become the touchstone in just a few words." The prince of the East did not change his face, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

"Ah!", "Sir Zulong help me!"...

Several people screamed. It turned out that the remaining Daluo Jinxian were swallowed by the suddenly rolled up blood wave on his way to the center of the blood pool. In a few breaths, they were broken down into raw materials, and even the bones were not left at all.

"You guys, come on!" Zulong impatiently pushed the last three Daluo Golden Immortals into the blood pool. These three were all powerful people in the middle stage of Daluo Golden Immortals, much stronger than the group of cultivators just now.

Although they were extremely unwilling to retreat, they could not retreat, and they were unable to die if they were unable to move forward, and they would definitely die if they retreated. They rushed to the blood pool with full defense, and their dazzling fairy armor was particularly conspicuous in the abyss.

Not only Zulong and others, but Luohu in the secret, and Hongjun, who was in line with the heaven and earth, watched through his spiritual sense, held his breath and paid attention to all this.

With a crisp "pop", the blood waves flew over and were stained with the immortal armor. The immortal armor could not bear the corrosive force and cracked in response. The monk "splashed" into the blood pool in fear, and did nothing except splashing a few waves.

There were two monks with pale faces, beads of sweat that were as big as beans fell on their faces but they were completely unaware of it. They gritted their teeth and drove their defense and speed to the maximum.

"Swoosh" was like a stream of light, instantly approaching the innate treasure. Just as the festive eyes appeared, the standing spear suddenly burst out with a thousand feet of light, and the powerful aura of destruction instantly tore two mid-stage cultivators of the Daluo Golden Immortal stage to pieces.

Since then, only the four quasi-saints, King of the East, the Ancestral Dragon, the Five Elements Qilin, and the Immortal Phoenix, were left beside the blood pool. Of course, the Ancestor Luohu who was hiding in secret.

He looked at each other in shock, and the King of the East said first: "Three, I practice swordsmanship, and the key is to sharpness. This treasure is destined to me, so please give in. There will be a lot of thanks every day!"

Immortal Phoenix chuckled and said angrily: "How can you, a younger generation, get such a treasure? It's better to go back quickly to accompany Queen Mother of the West to practice dual cultivation, or have a chance to make a breakthrough, haha..."

"You!", the face of the East Prince changed drastically, and snorted coldly, and slashed out the low-grade innate spiritual dragon beard sword against the immortal phoenix. This slash was full of the power of law, and the white light flashed, and the heart-wrenching sword energy even rushed to the abyss.

Queen Mother of the West frowned slightly and looked at the calm ancestor Hongjun, who shook his head slightly. Queen Mother of the West held back her body, but her eyes remained worried.

The Immortal Phoenix was not afraid at all. When the phoenix robe shook, the colorful light flew out "whoosh". The white sword light collided with the colorful halo, and it disappeared silently into the halo. Immediately, a "buzzing" sound in the colorful halo, and sharp white runes appeared inside, and the entire space suddenly became turbulent.

The light flashed, and the light was unstable. Suddenly, the Eastern Prince and the Immortal Phoenix both made a muffled "hum", and the roar in the void became loud, and the cracks in the time and space even stirred the blood pool.

The King of the East looked at everyone gloomyly, held the original wood spirit beads in his mouth, and flashed into the chaotic space and time.

"Don't think about it!" Zulong and the other two changed their expressions, and they used their magical powers to rush out of the turbulent flow of time and space.

Just as the four of them rushed to the center of the blood pool, a dark figure appeared out of thin air in a certain area of ​​the abyss, looking at Zulong and the other two coldly.
Chapter completed!