Yan Zhaoge's sword light fixed the blood line that was about to withdraw into the black mist.
In this way, the blood line does not dissipate, and Yan Zhaoge can follow the blood line and directly reach the core of the formation hub, without having to spend energy to continue to deduce and search.
Yan Zhaoge breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the pair of gloves that Xue Wuya left on the ground after his death.
The glove was originally blood red, but now the blood color gradually faded, revealing its original black color.
Yan Zhaoge was a little interested: "A high-rank treasure soldier, at that moment just now, actually temporarily had the power to approach a low-rank spirit soldier? Although it is temporary, it will take a long time to recover afterwards, but it is quite an interesting method."
For a martial artist like Xue Wuya who is close to a single gang, even if he joins Jueyuan, as a master, it is difficult to get spiritual weapons.
"You can't underestimate the wisdom of others. After the Great Destruction, capable people will emerge in large numbers, and they have figured out many high-level tricks." Yan Zhaoge put away his gloves: "I have time to study it later."
He raised his head to look in the direction where the blood line extended, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Let's deal with the big things in front of us first."
Yan Zhaoge followed the blood line all the way, and in the black mist in front of him, from time to time, there was a red light like lightning flashing.
The ground under his feet began to undulate, like waves.
Looking down, you can see countless complex spells and symbols, shuttling back and forth like flowing water.
After approaching the core area of the formation hub, the formation pattern here becomes more secret, intricate and intertwined.
The powerful breath pulsates and oscillates non-stop.
The terrifying aura that confuses people's minds and makes people fear and lose becomes more and more intense, as if forming a substance, drilling in from every pore on the surface of the human body, making people feel suffocated.
Yan Zhaoge restrained his voice and walked all the way forward, suddenly felt a wave of heart palpitations.
The entire demon world seemed to be trembling and shaking, and the terrifying aura suddenly rose!
Yan Zhaoge's eyes froze: "This is the barrier between the Jiuyou and the Eight Great Worlds. It is getting weaker and weaker. The gap is looming, and a gap is about to be torn apart!"
Even though he was in the Demon Realm, Yan Zhaoge could feel that the battles between the major holy lands and Absolute Abyss warriors inside and outside the Demon Realm were becoming more intense!
The Nine Nether Gates are about to really open.
In addition to Zhuolang Pavilion, other holy lands also have masters coming to help, and it is gradually not easy for Jueyuan warriors to resist.
But as the aura of Jiuyou became stronger and stronger, all warriors who fell into the devil also faintly had the momentum of rising with the tide!
In particular, Yan Zhaoge could clearly feel that the magic formation at the bottom of Qingzhe Lake began to become stronger and stronger after being connected to the power of the Nine Nethers.
Not only distorting time and space, opening the door of the Nine Nethers, but even turning the defense into an offense during the operation of the magic circle, helping the Absolute Abyss warriors and suppressing the masters of the holy places!
Yan Zhaoge looked up at the sky full of black mist, and muttered to himself: "Sure enough, the back-up plan has also failed, and we have to work hard. The master of the Zhuolang pavilion shouldn't be slow to react, right?"
Among the six holy lands in the world, Guangcheng Mountain and Cangmang Mountain have holy soldiers but no martial saints, and the other four houses each have a martial saint sitting in command.
The most powerful person in the Zhuanglang Pavilion, the contemporary Pavilion Master Fanyun Martial Saint, "The Turbid Wave Turning the Cloud" An Qinglin, is currently the only female martial saint in the Eight Great Worlds, and the world's number one female martial artist.
Although it is strictly neutral and does not involve foreign affairs easily, the Zhuolang Pavilion is guarded like an iron bucket on the three-acre land of Zeyu, and it is difficult for other families to intervene easily.
That is to say, the Nine Serenity Evil Demon can barely infiltrate such an invisible force that corrupts people.
However, it was impossible for An Qinglin to sit idly by such a big event in Zeyu.
Although the distance is thousands of miles away, with the speed of a martial sage, it doesn't take too long to get here from the Zhuanglang Pavilion mountain gate.
The only thing Yan Zhaoge was worried about was that since the enemy knew his plan well, there should be countermeasures for subsequent changes.
Yan Zhaoge doesn't know whether the Jueyuan organization has a martial saint, or whether there is a strong man who can rival a martial saint with the power of the magic energy realm.
But he knew that if the enemy planned ahead of time and caused the Flame Demon in the East Sea to take the opportunity to cause chaos, forming a two-pronged attack, the inside should cooperate with the outside. No time to come here.
"So, having a traitor is really a headache."
Yan Zhaoge rubbed his temples, sighed, and continued to move forward.
Following the blood line, Yan Zhaoge walked all the way, and saw a faint light start to appear in the black mist in front of him.
The more you walk forward, the more dazzling the light will be, and the blood will be red, making it look terrifying and stern.
Yan Zhaoge passed through the black mist, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
Under a blanket of red light, the vast area was blank, except for a tower-like building in the center.
The whole body of the tower is golden, but it exudes a blood-red brilliance. Countless arrays of shining black light gather in all directions and concentrate on the tower.
The black patterns, like black chains, are tightly wrapped around the tower.
Yan Zhaoge looked intently, and found that this golden tower was rising from the ground, and it seemed that the height was still gradually rising.
The ground below the tower kept rolling, as if it was alive, and the soil kept crowding towards the tower, adding bricks and tiles to it, and rising continuously.
On the top of the golden tower, red lights shone, vaguely, as if forming a portal!
This red light gate is projected on the ground in front of the tower.
What caught Yan Zhaoge's attention was that the red light door in the sky was constantly vibrating and trembling, as if it would open at any moment.
And on the ground in front of the tower, the projection of the red light gate is also shaking constantly.
The gap between the two doors twisted non-stop, causing the ground to also twist violently.
It seems that something is about to drill out of the ground, tearing the ground into a huge abyss crack.
Yan Zhaoge looked a bit serious, the red light gate on the tower was the result of the formation, and the projection on the ground was the real gate of the Nine Serenity that was about to open.
If the gap is really opened and turned into something that actually exists, what the abyss below leads to is not the bottom of the eight great worlds, or the earth and rocks at the bottom of Qingzhe Lake.
It's the legendary Jiuyou!
Just by looking at the appearance of this portal, one can tell that it is about to open.
With a flash of Yan Zhaoge's eyes, he saw that there were still several people there near the distorted red light gate projection on the ground.
One of them was Liu Shengfeng who was defeated by singer Yanzhao back then!
At this moment, his pupils were yellow and his eyes were red, clearly he had fallen into a demon.
Beside Liu Shengfeng, there were two warriors, with the same nervous smile on their faces as Liu Shengfeng, and they were also Fallen Demons.
In front of the three of them, five people collapsed to the ground, unable to move.
Yan Zhaoge glanced over, and they were all people he knew.
Ye Chongzhou, Ruan Ping, Li Jingwan, Xiao Yu, Zhang Yao.