A woman's voice drifted through the mist, as if she was reciting something softly or singing. An Zheng listened carefully, but found that he couldn't hear a word clearly. The sound was far and near, and when it was close, it seemed to be right next to him. However, the fog was so thick that An Zheng couldn't see clearly even one meter in front of him. If something powerful were to attack suddenly, An Zheng might not even have time to react.
After walking about a few dozen meters into the blood lake, An Zheng had to stop.
He shouted intermittently, his voice hoarse, obviously in extreme pain. And the roaring voice was completely different from the person An Zheng was talking to just now. An Zheng felt more and more weird. What was going on with this man
The man's smile became more and more weird: "It seems that you are really ignorant... Back then, some people fought to the death to guard this place, and some people died to occupy this place, but you are so lucky that you just walked in casually. You really You should be proud, how could someone be as weak as you when they were able to walk into this lake of blood!"
Fortunately, he has the scales of the holy fish that are connected with his own blood and can automatically protect his master.
But the sword didn't move.
He looked down, and the fog made it impossible for him to see below his knees. He could only squat down and then saw blood.
After An Zheng walked forward for about five minutes, the surrounding environment still felt unchanged. There is still thick fog, and there are still people singing softly. If that woman was still alive, she shouldn't have any hostility towards An Zheng, otherwise she would have taken action long ago. She seemed to be able to travel through the mist at will and appear wherever she wanted.
An Zheng shook his head: "I don't know you, but I can guess that the several-mile-long canyon outside was created by your sword back then, right? And I also guessed that you must be the one who created that sword. It’s not you at your peak.”
The man wearing a bamboo hat finally turned his head, with a proud smile in his eyes that people will never forget: "It's you."
The man was finally moved this time, with murderous intent in his eyes: "Do you know me?"
The voice suddenly became shrill, and then the man's body suddenly stopped, as if he was dead. An Zheng was cautious and did not dare to act rashly. It felt like that person should be very powerful, but when he took action, An Zheng didn't feel what level of power it was.
Parked not far away was a small awning boat with a man wearing a bamboo hat sitting on the bow, fishing with a fishing rod in his hand. But are there really fish in this blood lake? The man didn't raise his head, just kept staring at the fish float.
The man was silent for a while and shook his head: "There is one thing you didn't say right... The person who protects this place did not lose."
After taking a few steps forward, An Zheng felt a little soft under his feet.
The man's smile became more and more weird: "It seems that you are really ignorant... Back then, some people fought to the death to guard this place, and some people died to occupy this place, but you are so lucky that you just walked in casually. You really You should be proud, how could someone be as weak as you when they were able to walk into this lake of blood!"
Not even the bones were left.
The man was silent for a while and shook his head: "There is one thing you didn't say right... The person who protects this place did not lose."
The man looked a bit incredulous, and then he smiled again: "You are so weak, you don't make me feel any threat at all, but you are really smart."
The man's smile became more and more weird: "It seems that you are really ignorant... Back then, some people fought to the death to guard this place, and some people died to occupy this place, but you are so lucky that you just walked in casually. You really You should be proud, how could someone be as weak as you when they were able to walk into this lake of blood!"
The strange thing is that after An Zheng stepped into the swamp, the woman's singing voice disappeared.
Then he saw a bloody face.
He shouted intermittently, his voice hoarse, obviously in extreme pain. And the roaring voice was completely different from the person An Zheng was talking to just now. An Zheng felt more and more weird. What was going on with this man
He looked down, and the fog made it impossible for him to see below his knees. He could only squat down and then saw blood.
After An Zheng walked forward for about five minutes, the surrounding environment still felt unchanged. There is still thick fog, and there are still people singing softly. If that woman was still alive, she shouldn't have any hostility towards An Zheng, otherwise she would have taken action long ago. She seemed to be able to travel through the mist at will and appear wherever she wanted.
But the sword didn't move.
An Zheng looked around and then smiled: "If this is really hell, it is really shabby. What about those things in the rumors? Huangquan, Naihe Bridge, why is there only one you?"
He looked down, and the fog made it impossible for him to see below his knees. He could only squat down and then saw blood.
An Zheng looked around and then smiled: "If this is really hell, it is really shabby. What about those things in the rumors? Huangquan, Naihe Bridge, why is there only one you?"
He was grinning and there was blood on his teeth.
"Get out of...me...!"
An Zheng: "Because I happened to see a being similar to you not long ago, so you don't have to pretend to be a ghost. You are just a remnant soul. My friend's soul was imprisoned and wanted to make a magic circle, but he The soul is too powerful, so it swallows up all the other souls in the circle. Is it the same for you? This is not a hell at all, is it just an entrance to hell? "
His feet were almost soaked in blood. This place should be a swamp. It seems to be very flat, but when you walk on it, blood will seep out. An Zheng was sure it was blood, but there was no smell of blood at all. I don’t know how big this blood swamp is or how it was formed in the first place. However, An Zheng discovered that the fog rose from the blood swamp, which meant that he had just arrived at the center of the thick fog after walking for so long.
But the sword didn't move.
He looked down, and the fog made it impossible for him to see below his knees. He could only squat down and then saw blood.
He shouted intermittently, his voice hoarse, obviously in extreme pain. And the roaring voice was completely different from the person An Zheng was talking to just now. An Zheng felt more and more weird. What was going on with this man
An Zheng shook his head: "I don't know you, but I can guess that the several-mile-long canyon outside was created by your sword back then, right? And I also guessed that you must be the one who created that sword. It’s not you at your peak.”
Fortunately, he has the scales of the holy fish that are connected with his own blood and can automatically protect his master.
Parked not far away was a small awning boat with a man wearing a bamboo hat sitting on the bow, fishing with a fishing rod in his hand. But are there really fish in this blood lake? The man didn't raise his head, just kept staring at the fish float.
The man did not answer An Zheng's question, but looked at the broken sword in An Zheng's hand: "What a sword!"
The voice suddenly became shrill, and then the man's body suddenly stopped, as if he was dead. An Zheng was cautious and did not dare to act rashly. It felt like that person should be very powerful, but when he took action, An Zheng didn't feel what level of power it was.
The strange thing is that after An Zheng stepped into the swamp, the woman's singing voice disappeared.
An Zheng snorted coldly: "No matter who you are, it's not that easy for you to stay with me."
An Zheng was stunned for a moment, looked at the blood lake, and then at the man: "Where... exactly is this place?"
The man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat finally made a move, but he raised his hand and made a shushing gesture to his mouth, and then suddenly raised the fishing rod with his other hand, and a bloody thing was pulled out of the lake of blood. Caught out. The thing was about three feet long, twisting back and forth like a big fish. The man grabbed the bloody thing, held it with both hands and began to eat it. In just a few seconds, he ate up such a big thing.
That person seemed to have said these eight words.
An Zheng felt a chill on his back. He turned around suddenly and saw a dark shadow very close to him in the thick fog. Just as An Zheng was about to react, the black shadow disappeared. An Zheng rubbed his eyes, thinking it was his imagination. If it was really a person approaching her within two meters quietly, why didn't she take action? What did that low singing voice want to tell me
The man wearing a bamboo hat finally turned his head, with a proud smile in his eyes that people will never forget: "It's you."
After taking a few steps forward, An Zheng felt a little soft under his feet.
"It's very simple, because I know that people's souls can be reborn here. So I guess the reason why you found this place is because you were about to die and no one wanted to die. Although I don't know why you knew the existence of this secret realm , but you found it. There must be a certain connection between this place and hell, so it can cause rebirth. Maybe the person who built this secret realm is too powerful and directly drilled a hole in hell?"
No one can give An the answer, he can only discover everything by himself.
An Zheng shook his head: "I don't know you, but I can guess that the several-mile-long canyon outside was created by your sword back then, right? And I also guessed that you must be the one who created that sword. It’s not you at your peak.”
"This blood pool should be connected to hell. You can catch souls from it and eat them to sustain yourself. I guess there is no one here to feed you, so if you can't catch souls for a long time, you will disappear quickly."
An Zheng lifted one foot and looked at it. The shoe was not wet. That was definitely real blood, but why weren't the shoes soaked? An Zheng stretched out his hand and touched it in the blood and quickly withdrew it... There seemed to be no harm, except for the unusual coldness.
"Get out of here!"
"I... not him."
"I... not him."
"I... not him."
"us?"
An Zheng frowned slightly: "He didn't lose, but you stayed here?"
After taking a few steps forward, An Zheng felt a little soft under his feet.
What is this blood? If there is no heavy object pressing down, the blood will not seep out. But the blood will not make the shoes wet, and there is no bloody smell. It feels real, which is a paradox.
"Go quickly, I don't want to explain any more. Didn't Xiaoyou stop you outside? It seems that she is getting weaker and weaker."
The man put down the fishing rod in his hand, stood up and stretched his limbs: "This is hell, you don't know this is hell? How strange, how did you get in? No living person has come here for a long time, I guess Your fresh soul is much more delicious than the one I caught."
He pointed at the blood lake: "Yes, this is not hell, but there is a hole in hell. I catch those who cannot be reincarnated here and eat them one by one. But eating them is not very effective. Big Most of them, like me, cannot be reincarnated because they are incomplete. You are different. If I kill you carefully, then your soul will be complete. If I eat it then, at least I will not have to worry about myself for a long time. Disappeared."
Parked not far away was a small awning boat with a man wearing a bamboo hat sitting on the bow, fishing with a fishing rod in his hand. But are there really fish in this blood lake? The man didn't raise his head, just kept staring at the fish float.
The man put down the fishing rod in his hand, stood up and stretched his limbs: "This is hell, you don't know this is hell? How strange, how did you get in? No living person has come here for a long time, I guess Your fresh soul is much more delicious than the one I caught."
An Zheng stayed close to the ground and looked down. He couldn't see clearly until he was close to Xue Shui.
A woman's voice drifted through the mist, as if she was reciting something softly or singing. An Zheng listened carefully, but found that he couldn't hear a word clearly. The sound was far and near, and when it was close, it seemed to be right next to him. However, the fog was so thick that An Zheng couldn't see clearly even one meter in front of him. If something powerful were to attack suddenly, An Zheng might not even have time to react.
An Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the twenty-seven scales of the holy fish separated into eighteen pieces, paving a road in the blood swamp. He stepped on the scales of the holy fish and walked forward. If he took one step, the scales of the holy fish behind him would fly up and fly to the front, and so on. Although the blood doesn't feel harmful, the presence of any weird thing must be dangerous.
An Zheng: "You? Him?"
An Zheng: "Because I happened to see a being similar to you not long ago, so you don't have to pretend to be a ghost. You are just a remnant soul. My friend's soul was imprisoned and wanted to make a magic circle, but he The soul is too powerful, so it swallows up all the other souls in the circle. Is it the same for you? This is not a hell at all, is it just an entrance to hell? "
Then he saw a bloody face.
The man looked a bit incredulous, and then he smiled again: "You are so weak, you don't make me feel any threat at all, but you are really smart."
"Decorate it to create a ghost!"
He stretched out his hand again, but suddenly stopped after reaching it in mid-air, and then squatted down with his head in his hands. It seemed that his head suddenly hurt, and the pain was unbearable. He fell in the boat and rolled over in pain. The boat rocked violently, and several times he almost fell under the boat.
No one can give An the answer, he can only discover everything by himself.
"The sea of suffering has no limit, stay with me."
Parked not far away was a small awning boat with a man wearing a bamboo hat sitting on the bow, fishing with a fishing rod in his hand. But are there really fish in this blood lake? The man didn't raise his head, just kept staring at the fish float.
An Zheng took a step back fiercely, and the Broken Army Sword almost struck out.
I don’t know how far I walked, but the swamp finally disappeared and was replaced by a lake of blood. It seems that the swamp is not the center of the fog, but the blood lake. The blood in the blood lake seeped out over time, so the surrounding area became a swamp.
An Zheng looked at him and asked, "Where is your sword?"
But his hand stopped there again, because he realized that it was his own face. But why does his face look so broken and there are blood and tears flowing out of his eyes
The man lay there stiffly for a long time before slowly sitting up. Then he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He looked at An Zheng and said, "Didn't I scare you?"
"hell?"
What is this blood? If there is no heavy object pressing down, the blood will not seep out. But the blood will not make the shoes wet, and there is no bloody smell. It feels real, which is a paradox.
He was obviously surprised: "Is there a sword that I can't control in this world?"
The strange thing is that after An Zheng stepped into the swamp, the woman's singing voice disappeared.
However, An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force trying to take the Broken Army Sword away from his hand. If the Broken Army Sword had an ordinary blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party long ago. The Broken Army Sword was forged from An Zheng's blood, just like it was a part of An Zheng's body.
There seems to be a lot of resentment here.
After An Zheng walked forward for about five minutes, the surrounding environment still felt unchanged. There is still thick fog, and there are still people singing softly. If that woman was still alive, she shouldn't have any hostility towards An Zheng, otherwise she would have taken action long ago. She seemed to be able to travel through the mist at will and appear wherever she wanted.
An Zheng's frown deepened: "What did you say?"
He pointed at the blood lake: "Yes, this is not hell, but there is a hole in hell. I catch those who cannot be reincarnated here and eat them one by one. But eating them is not very effective. Big Most of them, like me, cannot be reincarnated because they are incomplete. You are different. If I kill you carefully, then your soul will be complete. If I eat it then, at least I will not have to worry about myself for a long time. Disappeared."
"How do you know this!"
An Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the twenty-seven scales of the holy fish separated into eighteen pieces, paving a road in the blood swamp. He stepped on the scales of the holy fish and walked forward. If he took one step, the scales of the holy fish behind him would fly up and fly to the front, and so on. Although the blood doesn't feel harmful, the presence of any weird thing must be dangerous.
The man's smile became more and more weird: "It seems that you are really ignorant... Back then, some people fought to the death to guard this place, and some people died to occupy this place, but you are so lucky that you just walked in casually. You really You should be proud, how could someone be as weak as you when they were able to walk into this lake of blood!"
No one can give An the answer, he can only discover everything by himself.
An Zheng looked at him and asked, "Where is your sword?"
The man was silent for a while and shook his head: "There is one thing you didn't say right... The person who protects this place did not lose."
He looked down, and the fog made it impossible for him to see below his knees. He could only squat down and then saw blood.
"hell?"
What is this blood? If there is no heavy object pressing down, the blood will not seep out. But the blood will not make the shoes wet, and there is no bloody smell. It feels real, which is a paradox.
After An Zheng walked forward for about five minutes, the surrounding environment still felt unchanged. There is still thick fog, and there are still people singing softly. If that woman was still alive, she shouldn't have any hostility towards An Zheng, otherwise she would have taken action long ago. She seemed to be able to travel through the mist at will and appear wherever she wanted.
I don’t know how far I walked, but the swamp finally disappeared and was replaced by a lake of blood. It seems that the swamp is not the center of the fog, but the blood lake. The blood in the blood lake seeped out over time, so the surrounding area became a swamp.
An Zheng took a step back fiercely, and the Broken Army Sword almost struck out.
The man's expression obviously changed: "How do you know?"
However, An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force trying to take the Broken Army Sword away from his hand. If the Broken Army Sword had an ordinary blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party long ago. The Broken Army Sword was forged from An Zheng's blood, just like it was a part of An Zheng's body.
"us?"
For the sake of safety, An Zheng still adopted the method just now, stepping on the scales of the holy fish and walking forward.
An Zheng took a step back fiercely, and the Broken Army Sword almost struck out.
The voice suddenly became shrill, and then the man's body suddenly stopped, as if he was dead. An Zheng was cautious and did not dare to act rashly. It felt like that person should be very powerful, but when he took action, An Zheng didn't feel what level of power it was.
Then he saw a bloody face.
An Zheng: "Thank you."
After walking about a few dozen meters into the blood lake, An Zheng had to stop.
"This blood pool should be connected to hell. You can catch souls from it and eat them to sustain yourself. I guess there is no one here to feed you, so if you can't catch souls for a long time, you will disappear quickly."
"us?"
An Zheng looked around and then smiled: "If this is really hell, it is really shabby. What about those things in the rumors? Huangquan, Naihe Bridge, why is there only one you?"
Parked not far away was a small awning boat with a man wearing a bamboo hat sitting on the bow, fishing with a fishing rod in his hand. But are there really fish in this blood lake? The man didn't raise his head, just kept staring at the fish float.
That person seemed to have said these eight words.
However, An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force trying to take the Broken Army Sword away from his hand. If the Broken Army Sword had an ordinary blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party long ago. The Broken Army Sword was forged from An Zheng's blood, just like it was a part of An Zheng's body.
"I... not him."
What is this blood? If there is no heavy object pressing down, the blood will not seep out. But the blood will not make the shoes wet, and there is no bloody smell. It feels real, which is a paradox.
"The sea of suffering has no limit, stay with me."
After taking a few steps forward, An Zheng felt a little soft under his feet.
Then he saw a bloody face.
"How do you know this!"
"The sea of suffering has no limit, stay with me."
An Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the twenty-seven scales of the holy fish separated into eighteen pieces, paving a road in the blood swamp. He stepped on the scales of the holy fish and walked forward. If he took one step, the scales of the holy fish behind him would fly up and fly to the front, and so on. Although the blood doesn't feel harmful, the presence of any weird thing must be dangerous.
The man lay there stiffly for a long time before slowly sitting up. Then he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He looked at An Zheng and said, "Didn't I scare you?"
"Get out of...me...!"
An Zheng shook his head: "I don't know you, but I can guess that the several-mile-long canyon outside was created by your sword back then, right? And I also guessed that you must be the one who created that sword. It’s not you at your peak.”
There was light in the man's eyes: "It's such a good sword. He actually knows the protector. The counterattack force is very powerful. It's actually a purple-grade artifact."
He stretched out his hand again, but suddenly stopped after reaching it in mid-air, and then squatted down with his head in his hands. It seemed that his head suddenly hurt, and the pain was unbearable. He fell in the boat and rolled over in pain. The boat rocked violently, and several times he almost fell under the boat.
"Get out of here!"
That person seemed to have said these eight words.
I don’t know how far I walked, but the swamp finally disappeared and was replaced by a lake of blood. It seems that the swamp is not the center of the fog, but the blood lake. The blood in the blood lake seeped out over time, so the surrounding area became a swamp.
"us?"
An Zheng: "Because I happened to see a being similar to you not long ago, so you don't have to pretend to be a ghost. You are just a remnant soul. My friend's soul was imprisoned and wanted to make a magic circle, but he The soul is too powerful, so it swallows up all the other souls in the circle. Is it the same for you? This is not a hell at all, is it just an entrance to hell? "
What is this blood? If there is no heavy object pressing down, the blood will not seep out. But the blood will not make the shoes wet, and there is no bloody smell. It feels real, which is a paradox.
"Decorate it to create a ghost!"
"hell?"
An Zheng lifted one foot and looked at it. The shoe was not wet. That was definitely real blood, but why weren't the shoes soaked? An Zheng stretched out his hand and touched it in the blood and quickly withdrew it... There seemed to be no harm, except for the unusual coldness.
His feet were almost soaked in blood. This place should be a swamp. It seems to be very flat, but when you walk on it, blood will seep out. An Zheng was sure it was blood, but there was no smell of blood at all. I don’t know how big this blood swamp is or how it was formed in the first place. However, An Zheng discovered that the fog rose from the blood swamp, which meant that he had just arrived at the center of the thick fog after walking for so long.
An Zheng frowned: "What is that?"
After taking a few steps forward, An Zheng felt a little soft under his feet.
The man lay there stiffly for a long time before slowly sitting up. Then he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He looked at An Zheng and said, "Didn't I scare you?"
He was grinning and there was blood on his teeth.
An Zheng snorted coldly: "No matter who you are, it's not that easy for you to stay with me."
No one can give An the answer, he can only discover everything by himself.
An Zheng looked at him and asked, "Where is your sword?"
But his hand stopped there again, because he realized that it was his own face. But why does his face look so broken and there are blood and tears flowing out of his eyes
The man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat finally made a move, but he raised his hand and made a shushing gesture to his mouth, and then suddenly raised the fishing rod with his other hand, and a bloody thing was pulled out of the lake of blood. Caught out. The thing was about three feet long, twisting back and forth like a big fish. The man grabbed the bloody thing, held it with both hands and began to eat it. In just a few seconds, he ate up such a big thing.
There was light in the man's eyes: "It's such a good sword. He actually knows the protector. The counterattack force is very powerful. It's actually a purple-grade artifact."
The man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat finally made a move, but he raised his hand and made a shushing gesture to his mouth, and then suddenly raised the fishing rod with his other hand, and a bloody thing was pulled out of the lake of blood. Caught out. The thing was about three feet long, twisting back and forth like a big fish. The man grabbed the bloody thing, held it with both hands and began to eat it. In just a few seconds, he ate up such a big thing.
Not even the bones were left.
The man lay there stiffly for a long time before slowly sitting up. Then he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He looked at An Zheng and said, "Didn't I scare you?"
An Zheng's frown deepened: "What did you say?"
I don’t know how far I walked, but the swamp finally disappeared and was replaced by a lake of blood. It seems that the swamp is not the center of the fog, but the blood lake. The blood in the blood lake seeped out over time, so the surrounding area became a swamp.
An Zheng frowned: "What is that?"
A woman's voice drifted through the mist, as if she was reciting something softly or singing. An Zheng listened carefully, but found that he couldn't hear a word clearly. The sound was far and near, and when it was close, it seemed to be right next to him. However, the fog was so thick that An Zheng couldn't see clearly even one meter in front of him. If something powerful were to attack suddenly, An Zheng might not even have time to react.
He looked down, and the fog made it impossible for him to see below his knees. He could only squat down and then saw blood.
The man wearing a bamboo hat finally turned his head, with a proud smile in his eyes that people will never forget: "It's you."
He pointed at the blood lake: "Yes, this is not hell, but there is a hole in hell. I catch those who cannot be reincarnated here and eat them one by one. But eating them is not very effective. Big Most of them, like me, cannot be reincarnated because they are incomplete. You are different. If I kill you carefully, then your soul will be complete. If I eat it then, at least I will not have to worry about myself for a long time. Disappeared."
Then he saw a bloody face.
He was obviously surprised: "Is there a sword that I can't control in this world?"
The man's expression obviously changed: "How do you know?"
A woman's voice drifted through the mist, as if she was reciting something softly or singing. An Zheng listened carefully, but found that he couldn't hear a word clearly. The sound was far and near, and when it was close, it seemed to be right next to him. However, the fog was so thick that An Zheng couldn't see clearly even one meter in front of him. If something powerful were to attack suddenly, An Zheng might not even have time to react.
He looked down, and the fog made it impossible for him to see below his knees. He could only squat down and then saw blood.
"Go quickly, I don't want to explain any more. Didn't Xiaoyou stop you outside? It seems that she is getting weaker and weaker."
"us?"
An Zheng stayed close to the ground and looked down. He couldn't see clearly until he was close to Xue Shui.
I don’t know how far I walked, but the swamp finally disappeared and was replaced by a lake of blood. It seems that the swamp is not the center of the fog, but the blood lake. The blood in the blood lake seeped out over time, so the surrounding area became a swamp.
The man stretched out his hand: "Here comes the sword!"
An Zheng: "You are just a remnant soul."
A woman's voice drifted through the mist, as if she was reciting something softly or singing. An Zheng listened carefully, but found that he couldn't hear a word clearly. The sound was far and near, and when it was close, it seemed to be right next to him. However, the fog was so thick that An Zheng couldn't see clearly even one meter in front of him. If something powerful were to attack suddenly, An Zheng might not even have time to react.
He stretched out his hand again, but suddenly stopped after reaching it in mid-air, and then squatted down with his head in his hands. It seemed that his head suddenly hurt, and the pain was unbearable. He fell in the boat and rolled over in pain. The boat rocked violently, and several times he almost fell under the boat.
An Zheng lifted one foot and looked at it. The shoe was not wet. That was definitely real blood, but why weren't the shoes soaked? An Zheng stretched out his hand and touched it in the blood and quickly withdrew it... There seemed to be no harm, except for the unusual coldness.
An Zheng was stunned for a moment, looked at the blood lake, and then at the man: "Where... exactly is this place?"
An Zheng: "You are just a remnant soul."
"Get out of...me...!"
He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and there was a lot of blood on the back of his hand.
However, An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force trying to take the Broken Army Sword away from his hand. If the Broken Army Sword had an ordinary blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party long ago. The Broken Army Sword was forged from An Zheng's blood, just like it was a part of An Zheng's body.
The man was finally moved this time, with murderous intent in his eyes: "Do you know me?"
The man let out a long sigh: "I mean, I didn't scare you just now, did I? That man just now, fortunately I woke up faster than before, otherwise you might have encountered something unexpected. This is not where you should come. You go, while I'm still awake. I don't know how long I can hold on. His dominance is getting longer and longer, and I'm getting shorter and shorter. I know it's because he is constantly devouring ghosts. Kill me completely."
He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and there was a lot of blood on the back of his hand.
After taking a few steps forward, An Zheng felt a little soft under his feet.
The man put down the fishing rod in his hand, stood up and stretched his limbs: "This is hell, you don't know this is hell? How strange, how did you get in? No living person has come here for a long time, I guess Your fresh soul is much more delicious than the one I caught."
After walking about a few dozen meters into the blood lake, An Zheng had to stop.
"Get out of here!"
After An Zheng walked forward for about five minutes, the surrounding environment still felt unchanged. There is still thick fog, and there are still people singing softly. If that woman was still alive, she shouldn't have any hostility towards An Zheng, otherwise she would have taken action long ago. She seemed to be able to travel through the mist at will and appear wherever she wanted.
The strange thing is that after An Zheng stepped into the swamp, the woman's singing voice disappeared.
The man's smile became more and more weird: "It seems that you are really ignorant... Back then, some people fought to the death to guard this place, and some people died to occupy this place, but you are so lucky that you just walked in casually. You really You should be proud, how could someone be as weak as you when they were able to walk into this lake of blood!"
An Zheng was stunned for a moment, looked at the blood lake, and then at the man: "Where... exactly is this place?"
An Zheng lifted one foot and looked at it. The shoe was not wet. That was definitely real blood, but why weren't the shoes soaked? An Zheng stretched out his hand and touched it in the blood and quickly withdrew it... There seemed to be no harm, except for the unusual coldness.
He stretched out his hand again, but suddenly stopped after reaching it in mid-air, and then squatted down with his head in his hands. It seemed that his head suddenly hurt, and the pain was unbearable. He fell in the boat and rolled over in pain. The boat rocked violently, and several times he almost fell under the boat.
He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and there was a lot of blood on the back of his hand.
A woman's voice drifted through the mist, as if she was reciting something softly or singing. An Zheng listened carefully, but found that he couldn't hear a word clearly. The sound was far and near, and when it was close, it seemed to be right next to him. However, the fog was so thick that An Zheng couldn't see clearly even one meter in front of him. If something powerful were to attack suddenly, An Zheng might not even have time to react.
An Zheng shook his head: "I don't know you, but I can guess that the several-mile-long canyon outside was created by your sword back then, right? And I also guessed that you must be the one who created that sword. It’s not you at your peak.”
He was grinning and there was blood on his teeth.
An Zheng took a step back fiercely, and the Broken Army Sword almost struck out.
An Zheng shook his head: "I don't know you, but I can guess that the several-mile-long canyon outside was created by your sword back then, right? And I also guessed that you must be the one who created that sword. It’s not you at your peak.”
He was grinning and there was blood on his teeth.
An Zheng suddenly realized: "You are the guardian of this secret realm!"
"Decorate it to create a ghost!"
An Zheng: "You are just a remnant soul."
"Go quickly, I don't want to explain any more. Didn't Xiaoyou stop you outside? It seems that she is getting weaker and weaker."
After taking a few steps forward, An Zheng felt a little soft under his feet.
An Zheng: "You? Him?"
"hell?"
The man lay there stiffly for a long time before slowly sitting up. Then he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He looked at An Zheng and said, "Didn't I scare you?"
"You found this place and fought fiercely with the people who guarded it. Although you may have been almost exhausted at the time, the person who guarded this place still lost to you. He died, and so did you. After you die, The soul has not found a way to be reborn, so it can only sustain itself by fishing for ghosts in this hole connected to hell. Am I right? "
"The sea of suffering has no limit, stay with me."
An Zheng lifted one foot and looked at it. The shoe was not wet. That was definitely real blood, but why weren't the shoes soaked? An Zheng stretched out his hand and touched it in the blood and quickly withdrew it... There seemed to be no harm, except for the unusual coldness.
An Zheng looked around and then smiled: "If this is really hell, it is really shabby. What about those things in the rumors? Huangquan, Naihe Bridge, why is there only one you?"
An Zheng looked around and then smiled: "If this is really hell, it is really shabby. What about those things in the rumors? Huangquan, Naihe Bridge, why is there only one you?"
The man lay there stiffly for a long time before slowly sitting up. Then he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He looked at An Zheng and said, "Didn't I scare you?"
The man was silent for a while and shook his head: "There is one thing you didn't say right... The person who protects this place did not lose."
An Zheng's frown deepened: "What did you say?"
After walking about a few dozen meters into the blood lake, An Zheng had to stop.
However, An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force trying to take the Broken Army Sword away from his hand. If the Broken Army Sword had an ordinary blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party long ago. The Broken Army Sword was forged from An Zheng's blood, just like it was a part of An Zheng's body.
An Zheng: "Thank you."
He was obviously surprised: "Is there a sword that I can't control in this world?"
The man's smile became more and more weird: "It seems that you are really ignorant... Back then, some people fought to the death to guard this place, and some people died to occupy this place, but you are so lucky that you just walked in casually. You really You should be proud, how could someone be as weak as you when they were able to walk into this lake of blood!"
He looked down, and the fog made it impossible for him to see below his knees. He could only squat down and then saw blood.
After An Zheng walked forward for about five minutes, the surrounding environment still felt unchanged. There is still thick fog, and there are still people singing softly. If that woman was still alive, she shouldn't have any hostility towards An Zheng, otherwise she would have taken action long ago. She seemed to be able to travel through the mist at will and appear wherever she wanted.
Parked not far away was a small awning boat with a man wearing a bamboo hat sitting on the bow, fishing with a fishing rod in his hand. But are there really fish in this blood lake? The man didn't raise his head, just kept staring at the fish float.
"How do you know this!"
An Zheng: "You are just a remnant soul."
A woman's voice drifted through the mist, as if she was reciting something softly or singing. An Zheng listened carefully, but found that he couldn't hear a word clearly. The sound was far and near, and when it was close, it seemed to be right next to him. However, the fog was so thick that An Zheng couldn't see clearly even one meter in front of him. If something powerful were to attack suddenly, An Zheng might not even have time to react.
However, An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force trying to take the Broken Army Sword away from his hand. If the Broken Army Sword had an ordinary blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party long ago. The Broken Army Sword was forged from An Zheng's blood, just like it was a part of An Zheng's body.
"Go quickly, I don't want to explain any more. Didn't Xiaoyou stop you outside? It seems that she is getting weaker and weaker."
The strange thing is that after An Zheng stepped into the swamp, the woman's singing voice disappeared.
The man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat finally made a move, but he raised his hand and made a shushing gesture to his mouth, and then suddenly raised the fishing rod with his other hand, and a bloody thing was pulled out of the lake of blood. Caught out. The thing was about three feet long, twisting back and forth like a big fish. The man grabbed the bloody thing, held it with both hands and began to eat it. In just a few seconds, he ate up such a big thing.
No one can give An the answer, he can only discover everything by himself.
An Zheng's frown deepened: "What did you say?"
The man's expression obviously changed: "How do you know?"
An Zheng was stunned for a moment, looked at the blood lake, and then at the man: "Where... exactly is this place?"
"How do you know this!"
An Zheng: "Because I happened to see a being similar to you not long ago, so you don't have to pretend to be a ghost. You are just a remnant soul. My friend's soul was imprisoned and wanted to make a magic circle, but he The soul is too powerful, so it swallows up all the other souls in the circle. Is it the same for you? This is not a hell at all, is it just an entrance to hell? "
After An Zheng walked forward for about five minutes, the surrounding environment still felt unchanged. There is still thick fog, and there are still people singing softly. If that woman was still alive, she shouldn't have any hostility towards An Zheng, otherwise she would have taken action long ago. She seemed to be able to travel through the mist at will and appear wherever she wanted.
"It's very simple, because I know that people's souls can be reborn here. So I guess the reason why you found this place is because you were about to die and no one wanted to die. Although I don't know why you knew the existence of this secret realm , but you found it. There must be a certain connection between this place and hell, so it can cause rebirth. Maybe the person who built this secret realm is too powerful and directly drilled a hole in hell?"
The man's smile became more and more weird: "It seems that you are really ignorant... Back then, some people fought to the death to guard this place, and some people died to occupy this place, but you are so lucky that you just walked in casually. You really You should be proud, how could someone be as weak as you when they were able to walk into this lake of blood!"
"This blood pool should be connected to hell. You can catch souls from it and eat them to sustain yourself. I guess there is no one here to feed you, so if you can't catch souls for a long time, you will disappear quickly."
The man wearing a bamboo hat finally turned his head, with a proud smile in his eyes that people will never forget: "It's you."
"How do you know this!"
The man looked a bit incredulous, and then he smiled again: "You are so weak, you don't make me feel any threat at all, but you are really smart."
Fortunately, he has the scales of the holy fish that are connected with his own blood and can automatically protect his master.
What is this blood? If there is no heavy object pressing down, the blood will not seep out. But the blood will not make the shoes wet, and there is no bloody smell. It feels real, which is a paradox.
An Zheng suddenly realized: "You are the guardian of this secret realm!"
He pointed at the blood lake: "Yes, this is not hell, but there is a hole in hell. I catch those who cannot be reincarnated here and eat them one by one. But eating them is not very effective. Big Most of them, like me, cannot be reincarnated because they are incomplete. You are different. If I kill you carefully, then your soul will be complete. If I eat it then, at least I will not have to worry about myself for a long time. Disappeared."
The man put down the fishing rod in his hand, stood up and stretched his limbs: "This is hell, you don't know this is hell? How strange, how did you get in? No living person has come here for a long time, I guess Your fresh soul is much more delicious than the one I caught."
There was light in the man's eyes: "It's such a good sword. He actually knows the protector. The counterattack force is very powerful. It's actually a purple-grade artifact."
"hell?"
An Zheng shook his head: "I don't know you, but I can guess that the several-mile-long canyon outside was created by your sword back then, right? And I also guessed that you must be the one who created that sword. It’s not you at your peak.”
The man's expression obviously changed: "How do you know?"
An Zheng looked at him and asked, "Where is your sword?"
The man let out a long sigh: "I mean, I didn't scare you just now, did I? That man just now, fortunately I woke up faster than before, otherwise you might have encountered something unexpected. This is not where you should come. You go, while I'm still awake. I don't know how long I can hold on. His dominance is getting longer and longer, and I'm getting shorter and shorter. I know it's because he is constantly devouring ghosts. Kill me completely."
"This blood pool should be connected to hell. You can catch souls from it and eat them to sustain yourself. I guess there is no one here to feed you, so if you can't catch souls for a long time, you will disappear quickly."
He pointed at the blood lake: "Yes, this is not hell, but there is a hole in hell. I catch those who cannot be reincarnated here and eat them one by one. But eating them is not very effective. Big Most of them, like me, cannot be reincarnated because they are incomplete. You are different. If I kill you carefully, then your soul will be complete. If I eat it then, at least I will not have to worry about myself for a long time. Disappeared."
He pointed at the blood lake: "Yes, this is not hell, but there is a hole in hell. I catch those who cannot be reincarnated here and eat them one by one. But eating them is not very effective. Big Most of them, like me, cannot be reincarnated because they are incomplete. You are different. If I kill you carefully, then your soul will be complete. If I eat it then, at least I will not have to worry about myself for a long time. Disappeared."
The man was finally moved this time, with murderous intent in his eyes: "Do you know me?"
But the sword didn't move.
There seems to be a lot of resentment here.
An Zheng looked at him and asked, "Where is your sword?"
The man stood up again. His posture was different from the previous one. He was very straight, like a soldier. He looked at An Zheng, his eyes were completely different from the one just now.
He was obviously surprised: "Is there a sword that I can't control in this world?"
"This blood pool should be connected to hell. You can catch souls from it and eat them to sustain yourself. I guess there is no one here to feed you, so if you can't catch souls for a long time, you will disappear quickly."
The man wearing a bamboo hat finally turned his head, with a proud smile in his eyes that people will never forget: "It's you."
He shouted intermittently, his voice hoarse, obviously in extreme pain. And the roaring voice was completely different from the person An Zheng was talking to just now. An Zheng felt more and more weird. What was going on with this man
An Zheng shook his head: "I don't know you, but I can guess that the several-mile-long canyon outside was created by your sword back then, right? And I also guessed that you must be the one who created that sword. It’s not you at your peak.”
A woman's voice drifted through the mist, as if she was reciting something softly or singing. An Zheng listened carefully, but found that he couldn't hear a word clearly. The sound was far and near, and when it was close, it seemed to be right next to him. However, the fog was so thick that An Zheng couldn't see clearly even one meter in front of him. If something powerful were to attack suddenly, An Zheng might not even have time to react.
The man wearing a bamboo hat finally turned his head, with a proud smile in his eyes that people will never forget: "It's you."
The man lay there stiffly for a long time before slowly sitting up. Then he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He looked at An Zheng and said, "Didn't I scare you?"
"Get out of here!"
An Zheng frowned slightly: "He didn't lose, but you stayed here?"
An Zheng stayed close to the ground and looked down. He couldn't see clearly until he was close to Xue Shui.
"How do you know this!"
The man stood up again. His posture was different from the previous one. He was very straight, like a soldier. He looked at An Zheng, his eyes were completely different from the one just now.
After walking about a few dozen meters into the blood lake, An Zheng had to stop.
"Get out of...me...!"
An Zheng: "Thank you."
An Zheng felt a chill on his back. He turned around suddenly and saw a dark shadow very close to him in the thick fog. Just as An Zheng was about to react, the black shadow disappeared. An Zheng rubbed his eyes, thinking it was his imagination. If it was really a person approaching her within two meters quietly, why didn't she take action? What did that low singing voice want to tell me
There seems to be a lot of resentment here.
The man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat finally made a move, but he raised his hand and made a shushing gesture to his mouth, and then suddenly raised the fishing rod with his other hand, and a bloody thing was pulled out of the lake of blood. Caught out. The thing was about three feet long, twisting back and forth like a big fish. The man grabbed the bloody thing, held it with both hands and began to eat it. In just a few seconds, he ate up such a big thing.
"It's very simple, because I know that people's souls can be reborn here. So I guess the reason why you found this place is because you were about to die and no one wanted to die. Although I don't know why you knew the existence of this secret realm , but you found it. There must be a certain connection between this place and hell, so it can cause rebirth. Maybe the person who built this secret realm is too powerful and directly drilled a hole in hell?"
There seems to be a lot of resentment here.
An Zheng looked around and then smiled: "If this is really hell, it is really shabby. What about those things in the rumors? Huangquan, Naihe Bridge, why is there only one you?"
For the sake of safety, An Zheng still adopted the method just now, stepping on the scales of the holy fish and walking forward.
A woman's voice drifted through the mist, as if she was reciting something softly or singing. An Zheng listened carefully, but found that he couldn't hear a word clearly. The sound was far and near, and when it was close, it seemed to be right next to him. However, the fog was so thick that An Zheng couldn't see clearly even one meter in front of him. If something powerful were to attack suddenly, An Zheng might not even have time to react.
"Go quickly, I don't want to explain any more. Didn't Xiaoyou stop you outside? It seems that she is getting weaker and weaker."
But his hand stopped there again, because he realized that it was his own face. But why does his face look so broken and there are blood and tears flowing out of his eyes
"You found this place and fought fiercely with the people who guarded it. Although you may have been almost exhausted at the time, the person who guarded this place still lost to you. He died, and so did you. After you die, The soul has not found a way to be reborn, so it can only sustain itself by fishing for ghosts in this hole connected to hell. Am I right? "
"How do you know this!"
A woman's voice drifted through the mist, as if she was reciting something softly or singing. An Zheng listened carefully, but found that he couldn't hear a word clearly. The sound was far and near, and when it was close, it seemed to be right next to him. However, the fog was so thick that An Zheng couldn't see clearly even one meter in front of him. If something powerful were to attack suddenly, An Zheng might not even have time to react.
The man put down the fishing rod in his hand, stood up and stretched his limbs: "This is hell, you don't know this is hell? How strange, how did you get in? No living person has come here for a long time, I guess Your fresh soul is much more delicious than the one I caught."
The strange thing is that after An Zheng stepped into the swamp, the woman's singing voice disappeared.
A woman's voice drifted through the mist, as if she was reciting something softly or singing. An Zheng listened carefully, but found that he couldn't hear a word clearly. The sound was far and near, and when it was close, it seemed to be right next to him. However, the fog was so thick that An Zheng couldn't see clearly even one meter in front of him. If something powerful were to attack suddenly, An Zheng might not even have time to react.
The man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat finally made a move, but he raised his hand and made a shushing gesture to his mouth, and then suddenly raised the fishing rod with his other hand, and a bloody thing was pulled out of the lake of blood. Caught out. The thing was about three feet long, twisting back and forth like a big fish. The man grabbed the bloody thing, held it with both hands and began to eat it. In just a few seconds, he ate up such a big thing.
The man was silent for a while and shook his head: "There is one thing you didn't say right... The person who protects this place did not lose."
"I... not him."
The man's expression obviously changed: "How do you know?"
"Decorate it to create a ghost!"
The man put down the fishing rod in his hand, stood up and stretched his limbs: "This is hell, you don't know this is hell? How strange, how did you get in? No living person has come here for a long time, I guess Your fresh soul is much more delicious than the one I caught."
The voice suddenly became shrill, and then the man's body suddenly stopped, as if he was dead. An Zheng was cautious and did not dare to act rashly. It felt like that person should be very powerful, but when he took action, An Zheng didn't feel what level of power it was.
An Zheng lifted one foot and looked at it. The shoe was not wet. That was definitely real blood, but why weren't the shoes soaked? An Zheng stretched out his hand and touched it in the blood and quickly withdrew it... There seemed to be no harm, except for the unusual coldness.
An Zheng frowned slightly: "He didn't lose, but you stayed here?"
He was grinning and there was blood on his teeth.
The man did not answer An Zheng's question, but looked at the broken sword in An Zheng's hand: "What a sword!"
The man did not answer An Zheng's question, but looked at the broken sword in An Zheng's hand: "What a sword!"
An Zheng: "You? Him?"
The voice suddenly became shrill, and then the man's body suddenly stopped, as if he was dead. An Zheng was cautious and did not dare to act rashly. It felt like that person should be very powerful, but when he took action, An Zheng didn't feel what level of power it was.
An Zheng stayed close to the ground and looked down. He couldn't see clearly until he was close to Xue Shui.
I don’t know how far I walked, but the swamp finally disappeared and was replaced by a lake of blood. It seems that the swamp is not the center of the fog, but the blood lake. The blood in the blood lake seeped out over time, so the surrounding area became a swamp.
A woman's voice drifted through the mist, as if she was reciting something softly or singing. An Zheng listened carefully, but found that he couldn't hear a word clearly. The sound was far and near, and when it was close, it seemed to be right next to him. However, the fog was so thick that An Zheng couldn't see clearly even one meter in front of him. If something powerful were to attack suddenly, An Zheng might not even have time to react.
That person seemed to have said these eight words.
But the sword didn't move.
An Zheng: "Thank you."
For the sake of safety, An Zheng still adopted the method just now, stepping on the scales of the holy fish and walking forward.
An Zheng lifted one foot and looked at it. The shoe was not wet. That was definitely real blood, but why weren't the shoes soaked? An Zheng stretched out his hand and touched it in the blood and quickly withdrew it... There seemed to be no harm, except for the unusual coldness.
He pointed at the blood lake: "Yes, this is not hell, but there is a hole in hell. I catch those who cannot be reincarnated here and eat them one by one. But eating them is not very effective. Big Most of them, like me, cannot be reincarnated because they are incomplete. You are different. If I kill you carefully, then your soul will be complete. If I eat it then, at least I will not have to worry about myself for a long time. Disappeared."
The man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat finally made a move, but he raised his hand and made a shushing gesture to his mouth, and then suddenly raised the fishing rod with his other hand, and a bloody thing was pulled out of the lake of blood. Caught out. The thing was about three feet long, twisting back and forth like a big fish. The man grabbed the bloody thing, held it with both hands and began to eat it. In just a few seconds, he ate up such a big thing.
The man let out a long sigh: "I mean, I didn't scare you just now, did I? That man just now, fortunately I woke up faster than before, otherwise you might have encountered something unexpected. This is not where you should come. You go, while I'm still awake. I don't know how long I can hold on. His dominance is getting longer and longer, and I'm getting shorter and shorter. I know it's because he is constantly devouring ghosts. Kill me completely."
An Zheng suddenly realized: "You are the guardian of this secret realm!"
Fortunately, he has the scales of the holy fish that are connected with his own blood and can automatically protect his master.
He pointed at the blood lake: "Yes, this is not hell, but there is a hole in hell. I catch those who cannot be reincarnated here and eat them one by one. But eating them is not very effective. Big Most of them, like me, cannot be reincarnated because they are incomplete. You are different. If I kill you carefully, then your soul will be complete. If I eat it then, at least I will not have to worry about myself for a long time. Disappeared."
The man stretched out his hand: "Here comes the sword!"
However, An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force trying to take the Broken Army Sword away from his hand. If the Broken Army Sword had an ordinary blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party long ago. The Broken Army Sword was forged from An Zheng's blood, just like it was a part of An Zheng's body.
The man wearing a bamboo hat finally turned his head, with a proud smile in his eyes that people will never forget: "It's you."
I don’t know how far I walked, but the swamp finally disappeared and was replaced by a lake of blood. It seems that the swamp is not the center of the fog, but the blood lake. The blood in the blood lake seeped out over time, so the surrounding area became a swamp.
But the sword didn't move.
For the sake of safety, An Zheng still adopted the method just now, stepping on the scales of the holy fish and walking forward.
Then he saw a bloody face.
He was obviously surprised: "Is there a sword that I can't control in this world?"
Parked not far away was a small awning boat with a man wearing a bamboo hat sitting on the bow, fishing with a fishing rod in his hand. But are there really fish in this blood lake? The man didn't raise his head, just kept staring at the fish float.
An Zheng snorted coldly: "No matter who you are, it's not that easy for you to stay with me."
The man let out a long sigh: "I mean, I didn't scare you just now, did I? That man just now, fortunately I woke up faster than before, otherwise you might have encountered something unexpected. This is not where you should come. You go, while I'm still awake. I don't know how long I can hold on. His dominance is getting longer and longer, and I'm getting shorter and shorter. I know it's because he is constantly devouring ghosts. Kill me completely."
The man was finally moved this time, with murderous intent in his eyes: "Do you know me?"
An Zheng: "You are just a remnant soul."
An Zheng: "You? Him?"
However, An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force trying to take the Broken Army Sword away from his hand. If the Broken Army Sword had an ordinary blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party long ago. The Broken Army Sword was forged from An Zheng's blood, just like it was a part of An Zheng's body.
An Zheng shook his head: "I don't know you, but I can guess that the several-mile-long canyon outside was created by your sword back then, right? And I also guessed that you must be the one who created that sword. It’s not you at your peak.”
Not even the bones were left.
An Zheng lifted one foot and looked at it. The shoe was not wet. That was definitely real blood, but why weren't the shoes soaked? An Zheng stretched out his hand and touched it in the blood and quickly withdrew it... There seemed to be no harm, except for the unusual coldness.
Then he saw a bloody face.
"The sea of suffering has no limit, stay with me."
After taking a few steps forward, An Zheng felt a little soft under his feet.
There seems to be a lot of resentment here.
An Zheng felt a chill on his back. He turned around suddenly and saw a dark shadow very close to him in the thick fog. Just as An Zheng was about to react, the black shadow disappeared. An Zheng rubbed his eyes, thinking it was his imagination. If it was really a person approaching her within two meters quietly, why didn't she take action? What did that low singing voice want to tell me
There was light in the man's eyes: "It's such a good sword. He actually knows the protector. The counterattack force is very powerful. It's actually a purple-grade artifact."
"Go quickly, I don't want to explain any more. Didn't Xiaoyou stop you outside? It seems that she is getting weaker and weaker."
That person seemed to have said these eight words.
However, An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force trying to take the Broken Army Sword away from his hand. If the Broken Army Sword had an ordinary blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party long ago. The Broken Army Sword was forged from An Zheng's blood, just like it was a part of An Zheng's body.
"You found this place and fought fiercely with the people who guarded it. Although you may have been almost exhausted at the time, the person who guarded this place still lost to you. He died, and so did you. After you die, The soul has not found a way to be reborn, so it can only sustain itself by fishing for ghosts in this hole connected to hell. Am I right? "
Then he saw a bloody face.
"Go quickly, I don't want to explain any more. Didn't Xiaoyou stop you outside? It seems that she is getting weaker and weaker."
An Zheng lifted one foot and looked at it. The shoe was not wet. That was definitely real blood, but why weren't the shoes soaked? An Zheng stretched out his hand and touched it in the blood and quickly withdrew it... There seemed to be no harm, except for the unusual coldness.
He stretched out his hand again, but suddenly stopped after reaching it in mid-air, and then squatted down with his head in his hands. It seemed that his head suddenly hurt, and the pain was unbearable. He fell in the boat and rolled over in pain. The boat rocked violently, and several times he almost fell under the boat.
However, An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force trying to take the Broken Army Sword away from his hand. If the Broken Army Sword had an ordinary blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party long ago. The Broken Army Sword was forged from An Zheng's blood, just like it was a part of An Zheng's body.
"I... not him."
The man stretched out his hand: "Here comes the sword!"
An Zheng: "You? Him?"
"Go quickly, I don't want to explain any more. Didn't Xiaoyou stop you outside? It seems that she is getting weaker and weaker."
The man let out a long sigh: "I mean, I didn't scare you just now, did I? That man just now, fortunately I woke up faster than before, otherwise you might have encountered something unexpected. This is not where you should come. You go, while I'm still awake. I don't know how long I can hold on. His dominance is getting longer and longer, and I'm getting shorter and shorter. I know it's because he is constantly devouring ghosts. Kill me completely."
A woman's voice drifted through the mist, as if she was reciting something softly or singing. An Zheng listened carefully, but found that he couldn't hear a word clearly. The sound was far and near, and when it was close, it seemed to be right next to him. However, the fog was so thick that An Zheng couldn't see clearly even one meter in front of him. If something powerful were to attack suddenly, An Zheng might not even have time to react.
He was obviously surprised: "Is there a sword that I can't control in this world?"
"Get out of...me...!"
"Get out of here!"
He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and there was a lot of blood on the back of his hand.
After An Zheng walked forward for about five minutes, the surrounding environment still felt unchanged. There is still thick fog, and there are still people singing softly. If that woman was still alive, she shouldn't have any hostility towards An Zheng, otherwise she would have taken action long ago. She seemed to be able to travel through the mist at will and appear wherever she wanted.
He shouted intermittently, his voice hoarse, obviously in extreme pain. And the roaring voice was completely different from the person An Zheng was talking to just now. An Zheng felt more and more weird. What was going on with this man
An Zheng looked around and then smiled: "If this is really hell, it is really shabby. What about those things in the rumors? Huangquan, Naihe Bridge, why is there only one you?"
An Zheng looked around and then smiled: "If this is really hell, it is really shabby. What about those things in the rumors? Huangquan, Naihe Bridge, why is there only one you?"
An Zheng snorted coldly: "No matter who you are, it's not that easy for you to stay with me."
However, An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force trying to take the Broken Army Sword away from his hand. If the Broken Army Sword had an ordinary blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party long ago. The Broken Army Sword was forged from An Zheng's blood, just like it was a part of An Zheng's body.
Then he saw a bloody face.
"Get out of here!"
An Zheng lifted one foot and looked at it. The shoe was not wet. That was definitely real blood, but why weren't the shoes soaked? An Zheng stretched out his hand and touched it in the blood and quickly withdrew it... There seemed to be no harm, except for the unusual coldness.
An Zheng shook his head: "I don't know you, but I can guess that the several-mile-long canyon outside was created by your sword back then, right? And I also guessed that you must be the one who created that sword. It’s not you at your peak.”
The voice suddenly became shrill, and then the man's body suddenly stopped, as if he was dead. An Zheng was cautious and did not dare to act rashly. It felt like that person should be very powerful, but when he took action, An Zheng didn't feel what level of power it was.
There seems to be a lot of resentment here.
An Zheng's frown deepened: "What did you say?"
For the sake of safety, An Zheng still adopted the method just now, stepping on the scales of the holy fish and walking forward.
"This blood pool should be connected to hell. You can catch souls from it and eat them to sustain yourself. I guess there is no one here to feed you, so if you can't catch souls for a long time, you will disappear quickly."
"You found this place and fought fiercely with the people who guarded it. Although you may have been almost exhausted at the time, the person who guarded this place still lost to you. He died, and so did you. After you die, The soul has not found a way to be reborn, so it can only sustain itself by fishing for ghosts in this hole connected to hell. Am I right? "
He was grinning and there was blood on his teeth.
However, An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force trying to take the Broken Army Sword away from his hand. If the Broken Army Sword had an ordinary blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party long ago. The Broken Army Sword was forged from An Zheng's blood, just like it was a part of An Zheng's body.
The man lay there stiffly for a long time before slowly sitting up. Then he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He looked at An Zheng and said, "Didn't I scare you?"
However, An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force trying to take the Broken Army Sword away from his hand. If the Broken Army Sword had an ordinary blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party long ago. The Broken Army Sword was forged from An Zheng's blood, just like it was a part of An Zheng's body.
That person seemed to have said these eight words.
"Get out of here!"
The man lay there stiffly for a long time before slowly sitting up. Then he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He looked at An Zheng and said, "Didn't I scare you?"
There was light in the man's eyes: "It's such a good sword. He actually knows the protector. The counterattack force is very powerful. It's actually a purple-grade artifact."
His feet were almost soaked in blood. This place should be a swamp. It seems to be very flat, but when you walk on it, blood will seep out. An Zheng was sure it was blood, but there was no smell of blood at all. I don’t know how big this blood swamp is or how it was formed in the first place. However, An Zheng discovered that the fog rose from the blood swamp, which meant that he had just arrived at the center of the thick fog after walking for so long.
The man lay there stiffly for a long time before slowly sitting up. Then he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He looked at An Zheng and said, "Didn't I scare you?"
An Zheng's frown deepened: "What did you say?"
After walking about a few dozen meters into the blood lake, An Zheng had to stop.
An Zheng suddenly realized: "You are the guardian of this secret realm!"
An Zheng frowned slightly: "He didn't lose, but you stayed here?"
He stretched out his hand again, but suddenly stopped after reaching it in mid-air, and then squatted down with his head in his hands. It seemed that his head suddenly hurt, and the pain was unbearable. He fell in the boat and rolled over in pain. The boat rocked violently, and several times he almost fell under the boat.
An Zheng shook his head: "I don't know you, but I can guess that the several-mile-long canyon outside was created by your sword back then, right? And I also guessed that you must be the one who created that sword. It’s not you at your peak.”
No one can give An the answer, he can only discover everything by himself.
"I... not him."
An Zheng was stunned for a moment, looked at the blood lake, and then at the man: "Where... exactly is this place?"
The man let out a long sigh: "I mean, I didn't scare you just now, did I? That man just now, fortunately I woke up faster than before, otherwise you might have encountered something unexpected. This is not where you should come. You go, while I'm still awake. I don't know how long I can hold on. His dominance is getting longer and longer, and I'm getting shorter and shorter. I know it's because he is constantly devouring ghosts. Kill me completely."
"It's very simple, because I know that people's souls can be reborn here. So I guess the reason why you found this place is because you were about to die and no one wanted to die. Although I don't know why you knew the existence of this secret realm , but you found it. There must be a certain connection between this place and hell, so it can cause rebirth. Maybe the person who built this secret realm is too powerful and directly drilled a hole in hell?"
The man stretched out his hand: "Here comes the sword!"
An Zheng stayed close to the ground and looked down. He couldn't see clearly until he was close to Xue Shui.
There was light in the man's eyes: "It's such a good sword. He actually knows the protector. The counterattack force is very powerful. It's actually a purple-grade artifact."
An Zheng: "You? Him?"
"This blood pool should be connected to hell. You can catch souls from it and eat them to sustain yourself. I guess there is no one here to feed you, so if you can't catch souls for a long time, you will disappear quickly."
An Zheng suddenly realized: "You are the guardian of this secret realm!"
"Go quickly, I don't want to explain any more. Didn't Xiaoyou stop you outside? It seems that she is getting weaker and weaker."
After taking a few steps forward, An Zheng felt a little soft under his feet.
An Zheng was stunned for a moment, looked at the blood lake, and then at the man: "Where... exactly is this place?"
After walking about a few dozen meters into the blood lake, An Zheng had to stop.
What is this blood? If there is no heavy object pressing down, the blood will not seep out. But the blood will not make the shoes wet, and there is no bloody smell. It feels real, which is a paradox.
"I... not him."
An Zheng: "You? Him?"
I don’t know how far I walked, but the swamp finally disappeared and was replaced by a lake of blood. It seems that the swamp is not the center of the fog, but the blood lake. The blood in the blood lake seeped out over time, so the surrounding area became a swamp.
The man stood up again. His posture was different from the previous one. He was very straight, like a soldier. He looked at An Zheng, his eyes were completely different from the one just now.
An Zheng looked around and then smiled: "If this is really hell, it is really shabby. What about those things in the rumors? Huangquan, Naihe Bridge, why is there only one you?"
The strange thing is that after An Zheng stepped into the swamp, the woman's singing voice disappeared.
"Go quickly, I don't want to explain any more. Didn't Xiaoyou stop you outside? It seems that she is getting weaker and weaker."
I don’t know how far I walked, but the swamp finally disappeared and was replaced by a lake of blood. It seems that the swamp is not the center of the fog, but the blood lake. The blood in the blood lake seeped out over time, so the surrounding area became a swamp.
"How do you know this!"
However, An Zheng felt that there was a very powerful force trying to take the Broken Army Sword away from his hand. If the Broken Army Sword had an ordinary blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party long ago. The Broken Army Sword was forged from An Zheng's blood, just like it was a part of An Zheng's body.
"Get out of here!"
"Go quickly, I don't want to explain any more. Didn't Xiaoyou stop you outside? It seems that she is getting weaker and weaker."
Then he saw a bloody face.
What is this blood? If there is no heavy object pressing down, the blood will not seep out. But the blood will not make the shoes wet, and there is no bloody smell. It feels real, which is a paradox.
After taking a few steps forward, An Zheng felt a little soft under his feet.
"Go quickly, I don't want to explain any more. Didn't Xiaoyou stop you outside? It seems that she is getting weaker and weaker."
An Zheng suddenly realized: "You are the guardian of this secret realm!"
The man stood up again. His posture was different from the previous one. He was very straight, like a soldier. He looked at An Zheng, his eyes were completely different from the one just now.
The strange thing is that after An Zheng stepped into the swamp, the woman's singing voice disappeared.
But his hand stopped there again, because he realized that it was his own face. But why does his face look so broken and there are blood and tears flowing out of his eyes