"Master, where are we going now?" Wuming said to the Xuan Iron House, which was split in half by a sword shadow.

"Oh," Zhu Xiaotian shook his head and said with a sigh.

Then he walked towards the dilapidated black iron house, and Wuming followed.

The house was in a mess, but the blood pool was intact. Wuming looked at it in surprise, but did not cross the blood pool. The last time he crossed the blood pool, he was eroded by the blood evil aura. He was scared when he thought about it now.

"Master, where does this blood pool come from?" Ring pointed to the blood pool and asked.

"I don't know this. I'm afraid my master Gui Xuantian doesn't know it," Zhu Xiaotian said, looking at the blood pool.

However, I heard from the master that this blood pool has such an extraordinary influence on people. I don’t know what it is. Zhu Xiaotian said slowly.

"Brother Wuming, when will you come to save me? I am Xuan'er," a voice suddenly came from Wuming's mind.

"Hey, apprentice...apprentice..." Just now, Zhu Xiaotian suddenly saw Wuming's dull expression. At first, Zhu Xiaotian thought he was affected by the blood evil energy of the blood pool.

Later, Zhu Xiaotian realized that it was not affected by the blood pool, but seemed to have entered a different time and space. It was not the physical time travel, but a certain mental power just reached a node in a certain time and space, which made the spirit time travel.

"Master, why are you looking at me like this?" Wuming looked at his master Zhu Xiaotian in surprise and asked in confusion.

"No... nothing..." Zhu Xiaotian said.

"Didn't this kid find out what he did just now?" Zhu Xiaotian sighed in his heart.

"Let's go," Zhu Xiaotian had already walked to Xuantie House, and couldn't help but feel sad and reluctant, because this was where the master once lived and where he had lived for so many years.

"Wait, master," Wuming walked to the blood pool, and suddenly a bloody aura filled his body.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Xiaotian hurriedly ran over.

"Master, I think of trying this blood pool,"

"What?" Zhu Xiaotian thought he had heard it wrong and said loudly.

"Master, don't worry, I'll be fine," Wuming then crawled into the blood pool without waiting for Zhu Xiaotian to agree.

The surroundings are empty and quiet, making people creepy, and a storm of wind blows by.

“Huhu…”

Wuming suddenly felt creepy, and the physical injuries when fighting with Cai Wenquan miraculously disappeared.

Wuming mustered up his courage and groped around, thinking about how big the place the yin wind was. In an incense stick, Wuming found a gap on the left side of the well wall that could make the child's body penetrate into.

Suddenly, a strong suction force sucked Wuming into the gap.

There is also a pool of blood in the gap that attracts Wuming.

The blood pool is sealed by a transparent round square shape, which makes people easily fall into the demonic path at first glance.

Wuming couldn't help but feel heart trembling when he looked at the transparent square.

Wuming felt something moving in his nose at this time, and he sneezes at the transparent square, "A Ting."

Unexpectedly, the snot splashed into the transparent square shape. The transparent square shape trembled for a moment, and then the transparent square shape gradually disappeared, and the demonic energy was free and escaped in a flash. But another trace of demonic energy was sucked into the body by Wuming.

Wuming stared at the blood pool with a solemn expression, "Whoo..." The whistling sounds stimulated his nerves, causing him to feel a desire to kill from the bottom of his heart, and gave him the urge to kill all the people around him!

Crack! Crack!

A piece of gray-white dead bones broke under his feet, Wuming looked solemn. Judging from the white bones in the ancient well, before they entered, many people should have died in the ancient well. The blood pool is the source of sin. If he wants to explore the mystery of the blood pool, wouldn’t he seek death?

The closer he got to the blood pool, the heavier the sharp whistling sound, like a sharp knife stabbing hard in his mind. The crazy aura of killing contained in the roar almost destroyed all his rationality and calmness. If he hadn't always challenged the limits for many years, his perverted nerves would have been unable to bear it.

Next to the blood pool, there were also milky white corpses appearing faintly in the center of the blood pool. The small blood pool was like the Shura blood sea, and I don’t know how many creatures it has swallowed.

As he got closer and closer to the blood pool, Wuming suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon. The blood in the blood pool was scarlet and thick, but he did not smell any blood.

On the contrary, the air here is actually very fresh, and there is even a faint scent of unreasonable scent. When he felt it carefully, he found that the scent actually came from the blood pool!

Wuming was full of curiosity and believed even more that there must be strangeness in the blood pool.

After walking a few more steps, suddenly, the illusion of the boundless sea of ​​blood appeared in his mind. The endless corpses in the sea of ​​blood were piled up into islands, and some were preserved intact, like the remains of the dinosaurs of Bai Ji, as big as a hill. A voice seemed to be repeated in the sea of ​​blood: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Wuming sticks to his original heart, but his heartbeat accelerates uncontrollably, and terrifying pressure like suffocation came to his face. He felt the familiar smell of death. He felt that he had never been so close to death.

Step by step, step by step, step by step!

Under the pressure of the blood pool, Wuming finally walked to the edge of the blood pool. Looking at the small blood pool, Wuming's crazy side was aroused and roared: "I want to see what strange things are there in your small blood pool!"

After the words came, Wuming sneered and jumped into the blood pool.

Blood pool mutation bulges!

Wuming stood in the blood pool, and the water reached his waist, but the blood in the blood pool seemed to have a life at once, and it condensed like vines, wrapping up along his body. In just a few seconds, his whole body was covered with blood, and his whole body was wrapped tightly.

A crystal blood-colored gun appeared on Wuming's head, and then the crystal blood-colored gun penetrated into Wuming's body at a lightning speed.

In the corner of a continent, a hoarse and terrifying voice came out in a dark world, "It appears!" and then a beam of light rushed out of the continent.

As the blood-colored gun penetrated Wuming's body, the severe pain spread throughout his body, Wuming's brain seemed to be cut hard by a knife, and it was in great pain.

It seemed as if billions of tiny insects were drilling into his body through the pores of his body, wriggling in his limbs and internal organs, as if gnawing on the flesh and blood of his body, causing pain and torture like being cut into pieces.

The nameless eyes cannot be seen, and he wants to howl, but he cannot make any sound and his body cannot move.

A trace of strange liquid flowed slowly along his tendons and veins, like a trickle. Wherever those liquids passed, the tendons and veins that had never been exposed to the alien force in his body were torn. The liquid flowed rapidly, divided into countless strands, and frantically injected into seven hundred and twenty acupoints all over his body.

Wuming felt that the seven hundred and twenty acupoints in his body seemed to have been suddenly stretched countless times. They were extremely hot and became bone-broken and unspeakable.

The tingling pain in his mind became more and more intense. In a daze, Wuming seemed to see his acupoints undergoing strange changes under the injection of strange liquids. Every acupoint in his body seemed to have turned into small cyclones, spinning wildly.

A trace of bright red liquid was injected into the cyclones and seemed to be quickly digested and became part of the cyclones. After the cyclones got the liquids, they became larger and larger. After the cyclones became larger, the speed of digesting the liquids gradually increased.

I don't know if it was because the pain exceeded his ability to bear it. Wuming felt that his body was like a huge container, and the strange liquids that poured into his body from his pores seemed to be changing his body in a way that he could not understand.

To be precise, they were changing the seven hundred and twenty acupoints in his body. When this thought emerged in his mind, the next moment, an unbearable tingling burst out in his mind. All Wuming's consciousness disappeared and he fainted in an instant.

The dark blue eyes are so deep that there is no boundary. The red world, no, it should be said to be a world composed of human blood and corpses. The white bones are covered with blood, the blood is surging, the white bones are mountains, the blood is river, and the red blood is far away. Where is the return to life? And the hot temperature is rolling in such a blood-colored world, burning not only the hot blood, but also a heart that resents the waves in the chest.

"How could this be..." Huo Man murmured, unable to hide the tremor and resentment in his voice. How many flesh and blood would be needed to form the present - who made such an ending?

"You regret it, Fire Man"

"Yes, I regret it, I regret why I didn't discover such an abnormal situation earlier, I regret not saving these innocent people, I regret not discovering the conspiracy of Yanlong, I regret... I regret it!" Huo Man buried his head and roared. Those brothers who disappeared, and those brothers who died tragically, all understood. Since the Yanlong was not right three years ago, if he was not so timid, how could he have formed the situation like this today?

It was really a mountain of corpses and blood flowing into a sea. Huo Man looked at the ancestor worship without expression, and there was no emotional fluctuation at all. The resentment in his heart burst out, "You are really a ruthless person."

"Is it ruthless? How can love come from without heart? In such a world where the strong prey on the weak, having love means you have lost, and you have lost in no rules. This is the world." It has already started from the time I didn't know, so why should I change it?

"You..." Huo Man was blocked and had nothing to say. Yes, this world was given this way, and it existed because of this. What complaints can he have to say? He was powerless to say...

"Instead of being here, it is better to think about how to leave here and talk about it."

"Yes, leave here." Only if you have the life, you are qualified to avenge your brothers. If you can't change the world, you can always kill people.

"Brother..."

In a word, it is a dilemma now. Are you really going to die in this place?

The ancestor worship looked at the pineapple in his arms, and looked at a ball of thread in his arms, as if he had some considerations, "Fire Man, how far can you throw your spiritual weapon?"

"I haven't tried this, I've always been in my hand. Besides, once the spiritual weapon is mishandled, it will turn into invisible. Even if I try it, I'm afraid it won't be able to do it."

The secret passage is not big or small. Judging from the figure of Huo Man, it is absolutely enough to throw out the spiritual weapon, and it is absolutely impossible to step over. In addition to the white human bones in the blood pool, it is also an open space in the middle. With inertia, it should be feasible.

"You run out the spiritual weapon with all your strength, and I will do the rest."

There is no way out to try it, so why not "good..."

Inexplicably, as long as the ancestor worship spoke, Huo Man felt convinced, which was the leadership and convincing that only a born king could have.

The spiritual weapon was sacrificed, but as expected by ancestor worship, the fire man's spiritual weapon was a hammer or a large hammer. The floating painting prints on it flashed with purple light, which seemed to have changed after some experience.

"Puchi," Wuming spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master, where am I? Am I dead?" Wuming said weakly.

"You are not dead yet, you are lucky," Zhu Xiaotian said with a smile.

"Master, I just seemed to have a dream, dreaming that there were many people in the blood pool," Wuming said in confusion with his eyes.

He tried hard to recall everything in the blood pool. He seemed to remember that after he fainted, a blurry image was played back in his mind. Later, he remembered nothing. Now his head still felt a pain from time to time.

"Boy, you are not dead, but you have a demonic energy in your body, so you may become a demon." Zhu Xiaotian said seriously, his expression flashing.

"Become a demon?" Wuming asked in surprise.

"Um,"

"But I just took my pulse for you, and the demonic energy in your body seemed to be temporarily suppressed by something. I think it should be fine for a short time,"
Chapter completed!