Broad and boundless.

The blood-colored thorny mountains spread and undulating. At first glance, there are tall and long strange grass like thorny vines everywhere, growing on the blood-red earth.

It's endless, sloppy and messy, full of primitive and barbaric temperament.

call--

There was another strong wind, and the thorny vines blowing were like the most terrifying whips, dancing, swaying and waving in the strong wind.

This wind is naturally a blood-red wind, but it does not make the world dark because of this. The blood-red wind, like vitality, emits a subtle red light, making the world faintly faintly.

...

The three of them stood in the void.

Sweeping through the vicinity, no trace of other creatures was seen.

He turned his eyes to the distance. At the end of his sight, a huge human-shaped statue could be vaguely seen standing in the mountains, like a small hill.

The three of them looked at each other, and their spiritual sense looked at each other, and immediately took a neat breath. The spiritual sense was protruded out, and when the wind blew, it suddenly felt absent from the distance that could be detected, which was shorter than outside. Fang Junmei, who had the strongest spiritual sense, could only be protruded a hundred miles away.

"Let's go and take a look, be careful."

Fang Junmei sent a message to the two of them, and put away the passionate Danxin Sword, replaced it with an ordinary long sword, and the storm outside the space was swept.

Yang Xiaoman and Yunyan also sacrificed magic weapons and used their defensive magical powers, but they did not dare to be careless.

...

All the way, the journey was unhappy.

There was no sound of fighting in my ears, which made people completely unpredictable. Where did the monks who came in before went?

Keep moving forward.

It was getting closer and closer to the human-shaped statue, and you could feel its height. It was two or three thousand feet above the waist, and below the waist, it was locked by clouds and fog, so it was hard to see clearly.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the statue and finally saw the roughly.

The statue, like casting black iron, looks like a majestic male, but not entirely a human race. The face is extremely tangled and the two small snake-like pendants are hung in the earlobe.

Originally, it seemed that he had raised his hands to the sky, but now his arms have been cut off. The surface of his naked upper body is full of pit-like traces left after the fight.

He looked up at the sky, and his face was full of eyebrows and glaring, and he looked like he was roaring to the sky. Although his eyebrows were blurry, his expression was lifelike!

Even though many years have passed, this statue still exudes a heroic spirit like fighting the sky and the earth.

And it did not emit any magic weapon aura, as if it were ordinary iron!

The three of them narrowed their eyes slightly.

...

"Is this the blood barbarian race--"

Fang Junmei suddenly said quietly.

Yang Xiaoman didn't answer the conversation, but Yunyan heard it inexplicably, looked at him and asked, "Brother Junmei, what are you talking about?"

Fang Junmei looked at the statue and said with a deep look: "Before coming, Xiaoman and I went to ask other monks, and then we learned about an almost forgotten secret of the hundreds of tribes."

"In the distant era, there was a race called the first tribe of a hundred races. The name of this race was called the Baxue Barbarians, which was very powerful. However, it eventually disappeared and the whole clan disappeared. It is rumored that this Xuelang Island is the last place where several bigwigs of the Baxue Barbarians fell. I guess this statue is probably the Baxue Barbarians."

Yun Yan asked again, "Who destroyed this race?"

"I don't know!"

Fang Jun's eyebrows shook his head slightly.

"Tell your monks, have you ever entered here? What's so weird about it?"

Yunyan asked again, his mind was also quick.

Fang Junmei shook his head again and said, "He used to take advantage of the 50,000-year period, he did enter and exit the depths of Xuelang Island several times, but in the end he had no gains and all came out. The weirdness here - I'm afraid it's not something that has existed since ancient times..."

"What do you mean is it made by Emperor Hai of Blood?"

Yunyan asked again.

"No sure."

Fang Junmei replied again.

Yunyan has nothing to say.

The three of them looked at the statue carefully, but found no abnormalities, and finally continued to move forward.

...

The second and third statues began to be discovered one after another.

Each of them was even more defeated, and some were cut in half, falling on the ground, crawling with a lot of thorn vines, exuding the smell of eternal and vicissitudes.

In addition, there was still no lightning and other monks coming in.

The earth did not crack too much, as if after countless years, the scars after the war had closed again.

"There is something weird in that direction!"

Suddenly, Yunyan stopped and pointed in a direction and said.

Fang Junmei and Yang Xiaoman also stopped together, looked along her fingers, and also explored their spiritual sense, but did not find anything particularly abnormal.

"How weird?"

Yang Xiaokuan asked.

"It seems that something is calling me over."

Yunyan pointed there, his eyes slightly stunned.

Fang Junmei and Yang Xiaoman heard this and felt it carefully for a moment, but still didn't feel anything unusual. The two looked at each other and both decided to be strange.

"Yunyan, what does this feel like?"

Fang Junmei said again.

Yunyan felt it with her eyebrows again, and said, "It's like the call of her ancestors..."

Bloodline evil technique?

Fang Junmei's eyes flashed again when he heard this. The two of them did not respond, probably because they were not blood cultivators. This strangeness is mostly because they have strong bloodline power, and the more they can sense it.

The two exchanged another wink.

Yunyan was already as devilish as he flew in that direction, and his pupils began to scatter.

...

"Yunyan, wait!"

Fang Junmei shouted loudly, and Yang Xiaokuan hurriedly went up to hold her.

"What's wrong? Brother Junmei, Sister Xiaoman."

Yunyan asked in surprise, as if he was completely unaware of what he had just moved.

Fang Junmei said what happened just now, and Yun Yan suddenly showed a erect expression of hair standing upright when he heard it.

"Yunyan, this must be a trap. You can't get closer to it anymore. Go back to the place we first came to, hide it with your invisible umbrella, and wait for us to come back."

Fang Junmei made a quick decision.

"No, I'm going with you, Lightning must have gone there."

Yunyan said hurriedly.

"We two will rescue lightning."

Fang Jun said with eyebrows.

Yunyan just refused to go there in person.

"Do you have to put yourself in? Or do you think we are not busy enough to save a lightning, and we have to come and save you again?"

Fang Junmei suddenly became angry and glared and roared.

Yunyan was lonely and lonely in the first half of his life. After meeting Fang Junmei, he left the lonely space. With lightning, he kept treating Fang Junmei as his elder brother. When he roared, his nose became sore, his eyes turned red, and he suddenly burst into tears.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoman pinched Fang Junmei from behind.

After a few nice words, Yunyan finally agreed to stay away and wait for them to come back.

"I'm not a burden!"

Before leaving, he didn't forget to say a fierce look at Fang Jun.

The two of them smiled for a while.
Chapter completed!