Hearing this, Su Zimo was shocked and his expression changed drastically!
Bloody face!
Su Zimo immediately thought of the bloody human face that had appeared in the thousand-year blood sea in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons!
No wonder, when he saw the bloody pit at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley, he felt a little familiar!
Because that bloody pit was originally a lake of blood!
It's just that more than a hundred years later, this blood lake dried up.
Recalling the scene he experienced that day in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, in the thousand-year sea of blood, Su Zimo still felt lingering fear.
The situation at that time was extremely dangerous, or rather strange!
Seven high-level demons, equivalent to the human race's Dharma Master, were easily killed by the bubbles floating out of the bottom of the lake!
But those bubbles were densely packed, but by chance, they did not fall on him.
Although he was not sure, he vaguely guessed that these bubbles were probably caused by the bloody face hidden deep in the blood sea!
But at that time, Su Zimo didn't understand why this bloody man wanted to save him.
Now, he thought of a possibility.
That is, after Dieyue took action, she did not kill the bloody-faced master, but let him go
Therefore, the bloody-faced owner may have realized that he had something to do with Dieyue, so he came to the rescue.
Su Zimo asked: "Has this bloody-faced master been let go?"
"of course not."
The old monk Yuanbei shook his head and said: "The female benefactor only said one sentence, there are evil things like you on this continent that devour bloodline cultivation, and you should be killed!"
"Then the bloody-faced master was killed?" Su Zimo asked.
The old monk Yuanbei nodded.
In this way, the possibility that Su Zimo had just thought of was directly overturned.
The owner of the bloody face is dead, who is the bloody face in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons
That bloody face, why do you want to help him
What is the relationship between these two bloody faces
"If it hadn't been for this female benefactor's intervention, we wouldn't have realized that there is such a terrifying existence hidden beside us!"
The old monk Yuanbei sighed softly.
Only then did Su Zimo understand why Dieyue snatched away the most precious Buddhist treasure, the Worry-Free Flower, and placed it on him. Old Monk Yuanbei never thought of settling a score with him, but instead helped him in every way.
It's not because the old monk Yuanbei is afraid of Dieyue.
Instead, Dieyue's action was equivalent to saving the old monk Fangbei and the red-haired ghost!
The red-haired ghost said: "It was precisely because of the red-robed woman's action and words that we realized that the catastrophe ten thousand years ago was not a coincidence!"
"The bloody-faced master should be the driving force behind that catastrophe! We are all puppets, and he is the only one controlling everything behind the scenes!"
Su Zimo pondered: "This bloody-faced master is most likely the national master of the Daqian Empire!"
"Um."
The old monk Yuanbei said: "After the catastrophe broke out, the national master disappeared, and no one knew his whereabouts."
It was he who encouraged Emperor Daqian to cause this catastrophe!
Under that catastrophe, the Daqian Empire collapsed and the Daqian Emperor fell.
The red-haired ghost grieved the loss of his beloved son, narrowly escaped death, and then tied himself to the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley to repent.
The two super sects, Daming Temple and Fahua Temple, were wiped out as a result.
After the entire catastrophe, the only beneficiary was the bloody-faced master at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley who devoured bloodline cultivation!
In Su Zimo's mind, that weird bloody face flashed again!
It seemed like this bloody human face was smiling at him!
"This is just an illusion!"
Su Zimo shook his head vigorously!
"What's wrong?"
The old monk Yuanbei noticed that Su Zimo's expression was different and his face was pale, so he asked with concern.
Su Zimo said slowly: "I have seen this bloody face once."
"Um?"
The expressions of the red-haired ghost and the old monk Yuanbei changed.
Su Zimo took a deep breath and briefly talked about the thousand-year blood sea in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
The old monk Yuan Bei and the red-haired ghost looked at each other, both showing surprise.
The red-haired ghost narrowed his eyes and said solemnly: "I have heard that about 30,000 years ago, a war broke out in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons!"
"That battle was extremely brutal. It is said that not only the demon clan from the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, but also the demon clan from the other eight regions were involved! Even the emperor of the demon clan died in it!"
"It is said that that battle was called the Catastrophe of Ten Thousand Demons!"
Old monk Yuanbei nodded and said, "I've heard about it too."
Su Zimo opened his mouth slightly, looking shocked.
In this way, when the "Heavenly Sword Art" was released, the piles of white bones he saw should be the skeletons left over from the catastrophe of ten thousand demons 30,000 years ago!
Thousands of years ago, after the great catastrophe, a bloody human face appeared among the piles of corpses.
Thirty thousand years ago, after the catastrophe of ten thousand monsters, a bloody human face appeared again near the endless skeletons!
Is this a coincidence
In the backyard of the main hall, the three of them fell silent, and there was only a gentle breeze, carrying a bit of eerie chill.
"As expected, this bloody-faced master should be practicing the "Blood Refining Demonic Sutra"."
The old monk Yuanbei said: "Only this kind of demonic power can devour the blood to practice."
Su Zimo nodded.
He has practiced the "Blood Refining Demonic Sutra" and knows how terrifying this magical skill is!
With his Taoist will, every time he is released, there is a bloodthirsty desire!
The feeling of drawing strength is so comfortable that one can sink into it step by step without even realizing it!
Therefore, after realizing this, Su Zimo never released the "Blood Refining Demon Sutra" again.
Even in the mission field, where his life hung in the balance several times, he was not released.
Su Zimo had a hunch that when he became dependent on the "Blood Refining Demonic Scripture", he might be doomed!
This sense of dependence must be killed!
Old Monk Yuanbei shook his head slightly and sighed: "I didn't expect that even after tens of thousands of years after the death of the Blood Demon Dao Lord, the magic skills he created are still passed down and have such a great influence on future generations."
In Su Zimo's mind, he couldn't help but recall the sarcophagus he saw floating in a pool of blood when he and Ji Yaojing, a kind of devil, went deep underground.
Recall the skeleton crawling out of the sarcophagus!
"The Blood Demon Dao Lord may not be dead yet."
Su Zimo looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "In other words, he has resurrected from the dead and returned!"
Su Zimo recounted the scene he saw deep underground and his speculations.
Old Monk Yuanbei shook his head and said: "This is impossible. The battle between the Great Ming Monk and the Blood Demon Dao Lord happened more than 40,000 years ago. Even if he had not died, he would not have lived for such a long time."
"There are still many things that cannot be explained in your speculations."
The red-haired ghost also said: "For example, why are there so many chains wrapped around that sarcophagus? Since you can leave so many arrangements, why not kill him?"
Su Zimo shook his head.
He couldn't explain these doubts.