Jingyang Mountain is still shrouded by a thick demonic cloud. At this time, the shrinkage of the Yinhan Spring has not affected the transformation of the demonic energy. Yang Junshan's soul consciousness is still greatly suppressed by the demonic cloud, and he can only rely on the Guanghan Spiritual Eyes. Look around.
However, perhaps due to the influence of the increasingly pure true energy in his body, Yang Junshan's Guanghan Spiritual Eyes seemed to be able to see more clearly than when he entered the top of Jingyang Mountain. This allowed him to vaguely see the demonic cloud stretching out and seemingly still There's something else hiding in there.
Yang Junshan pondered for a moment, then decided to look over and investigate.
However, as he looked around the top of the mountain, Yang Junshan was shocked to find that there seemed to be a red light flickering deep in the magic cloud.
He took two steps closer and got closer to the fierce flashing red light, but was shocked to find that there was no red light here, but a roiling blood light!
This place is located on the side of the top of Jingyang Mountain, less than a hundred feet away from the entrance of the Diyin Hanquan. However, a huge pit with a radius of three feet has been opened up, filled with sticky blood, and the center is like a pot. It was rolling violently, and from time to time, various parts of human bones were rising and falling inside. A large amount of blood-red mist rose from the pit, and then merged into the thick ink-like magic cloud above Jingyang Mountain. It was Yang Junshan who had already lost many lives in his hands. Seeing the scene in front of him, he felt his stomach churn and his throat kept retching.
Yang Junshan suddenly remembered that when he first entered Lang County, a large number of mortals and monks were killed due to the rampage of demonic cultivators. All these people's bodies were turned into mummies, but there was no trace of blood inside.
Originally, Yang Junshan thought that these mummies were caused by the demonic cultivators using the blood-sucking essence technique to drain their blood, but now it seems that this is not the case at all. The reason why the demonic cultivators massacred them might be to collect them for this blood pool. Blood.
The blood wolf in the blood pit rolled violently, but there was no sound, and there was no smell of blood. Yang Junshan finally stopped the annoyance in his heart, and then he noticed something strange in the blood pool. , he tried to approach the edge of the blood pool, but unexpectedly, layers of fluctuations distorted the nearby space, causing Yang Junshan to hurriedly withdraw.
The space barrier was set up by Taoist monks here to isolate the blood pool from everything around it. If Yang Junshan forcibly breaks the space barrier, he may immediately attract the interference of the ancestors from outside the territory.
This blood pool is probably as important to the formation of the Demon Realm as the Yinhan Spring!
Yang Junshan tried to bypass the space barrier set up around the blood pool. Unexpectedly, another blood pool appeared on Jingyang Mountain a few feet away. This blood pool was also shrouded by the space barrier, and the blood mist rolled inside. It surged up and then merged into the thick magic cloud above Jingyang Mountain.
Yang Junshan continued to circle along the space barrier, and soon the third blood pool appeared again. This time Yang Junshan discovered something different again. He saw that the soil around the blood pool had turned red, as if it had been It looked like it had been soaked in blood, and the bloody soil on the ground seemed to be still extending to the surrounding area.
Yang Junshan was startled for a moment, then turned around and walked a few steps back to the second blood pool he had just seen. Sure enough, he found that the soil around there was also gradually being saturated, and the area of the blood-colored soil was larger than what he had seen before. It expanded in a circle.
Yang Junshan did not dare to touch the barrier, so he could only follow the space barrier around the entire top of Jingyang Mountain. He found a total of six blood pools scattered around the top of the mountain, covering the Earthly Yin Hanquan in the center.
The cave was guarded in the center, leaving only the passage through which he entered the top of the mountain and an exit.
After walking around for a while, Yang Junshan found that the six blood pools in Jingyang Mountain had gradually connected the ground into a blood circle, like a red headband worn on the top of Jingyang Mountain. And this blood circle is still extending towards the top of the mountain and down the mountain.
The longer Yang Junshan stayed here, the more eerie and weird this place felt. He did not dare to stay here any longer. Taking advantage of the blood circle on the ground that had not yet completely closed, he quickly went down the mountain on the way he came from, and then sneaked all the way. He actually successfully left the area covered by the Demon Realm without being noticed by the monks from outside the realm.
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The place where various factions in Yuzhou gathered at the junction of Lang County and Yu County was already in chaos. The disciples from the realm who came with their elders were all panic-stricken, and the real people from various factions who came in and out from time to time were all in panic. His expression was serious, just a few words "something big happened" were carved on his face.
"Snapped!"
A tea cup was slammed to the ground, and there was no scene of flying fragments. The entire tea cup turned into powder and was embedded in the stone slabs on the ground.
"It's too much!"
The pale-faced Master Xuanjun looked angry but full of fear, and he cursed without any end, but all the Masters of the Yuzhou sect present knew what he was referring to.
"Fellow Taoist Xuanjun, be careful what you say!"
Master Linxiao said with a gloomy expression, but everyone could hear the suppressed anger in his tone.
Perhaps because the action just now affected the wound, Master Xuanjun just snorted coldly but said no more. He just covered the left side of his face with his right hand. The left side of his face and the left shoulder and arm were already covered in blood and flesh. This was Being hit by the demonic monk's rotten blood magical power, it looked as if a piece of skin had been torn off.
"It's a pity that we in Yuzhou don't have our own Taoist ancestor!"
Master An Taiqing of the Xuanji Sect said in a distracted manner. His left hand was severed at the wrist, and he did not care at all about Master Lin Canghai next to him when he spoke.
"What do you mean by that?"
Master Lin Canghai's expression was also very unpleasant, but after all, he was Master Tai Gang, but he was not injured, he just looked a little embarrassed.
Master Changlin quickly persuaded him: "Master Lin, please calm down. Fellow Daoist An just said it casually, don't take it to heart."
Master Qiyang coughed a few times in a low voice and said, "Is there still no news about little friend Junshan?"
Master Changlin shook his head and said: "There is no news from the Yang family yet, but seeing that the two juniors of the Yang family are calm and calm as usual, I guess that Junshan's little friend is not in danger of his life."
Master Qiyang looked at the assembled masters of various factions and said: "The incident happened suddenly. If my friend Junshan hadn't diverted an extraterritorial Tai Gang and two extraterritorial Tiangangs, I am afraid that both you and I would have been in danger of our lives."
Master Changlin didn't speak, he just nodded with a wry smile.