A few minutes later.

A stream of red light descended.

Xiang Feng's face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were filled with anger.

Ever since he broke through to foundation building, no one had ever dared to offend him like this.

Not to mention, the guidance of the Thousand Miles Tracing Talisman showed that the other party was the murderer of his nephew.

"Okay, very good!"

"Don't let me catch you!"

Xiang Feng stepped into this mysterious territory without stopping.

******

The gauze-like blood mist dispersed.

Anle's body is covered in gray-black armor to protect him from inhaling toxic substances.

"In this way, Xiang Feng should not go to Su Dai for trouble."

He sighed, suppressed his worry about Su Dai, and his expression became serious and cold.

Unlike the previous situation where Ju Ming was grabbed by countless arms and killed as soon as he moved, the mist seemed to have undergone subtle changes and was very calm.

It was eerily quiet.

There seems to be something in the blood mist, quietly peeping, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Anle did not move around in a hurry, but calmed down and observed.

"Vision, hearing, smell...the five senses are all weakened."

"Then, the spiritual consciousness of foundation building should be the same."

He turned to look at the woman in red next to him.

"Fortunately, I have Xiaoxiaohong."

After the initial vigilance and uneasiness, the woman in red seemed to quickly adapt to the environment here, looking at ease and contentedly.

Coming here feels like coming home.

To be honest, Anle feels inexplicably comfortable now, which may be related to his experience of turning into a ghost during the deduction.

"This place is a paradise for evil spirits!"

He had a guess in his mind and asked Xiao Xiaohong to open the way in front of him, moving forward more cautiously.

After just two steps, I saw a corpse.

This is a young man, wearing the robe of Ziyun Sect.

His eyes widened, two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and fear remained on his face.

There were no obvious scars all over his body.

But the strange thing is that not long after he entered this strange place, the body was already showing signs of decay, shriveled and withered.

Not only did it smell bad, but there were also fat white maggots wandering around on the body.

Anle's heart felt slightly cold when he saw it.

But he still leaned down and used the tentacles extended by [Armor] to pick up the storage bag on his body.

This thing is destined for me!

As for the corpse, Anle was not wasted either.

The blood flame gradually ignited, melting the maggots together.

There is a saying that goes well - let the flame purify everything!

If this dear friend has a soul in heaven, I will definitely thank him.

"The corpse of a cultivator is more effective than a wild beast."

Feeling the growing flames of blood and resentment, Anle's eyes brightened slightly, and he looked into the depths of the mist with a cold smile.

"Purple Cloud Sect, Scarlet Feather Sect... don't even think about running away."

******

at the same time.

Wan Xinrong and other members of the Ziyun Sect were marching hard in the blood mist.

"Uncle Wan, Junior Brother Chen is missing."

Someone walked up to Wan Xinrong and whispered, as if he was afraid of disturbing the existence in the blood mist.

"again?"

Wan Xinrong looked ugly.

In such a short period of time, two of them have already disappeared.

And in a place like this, missing means...

The key point is that with Ji Zhu's spiritual awareness, he didn't notice how the two people disappeared.

Thinking of this, Wan Xinrong shouted.

"Form up!"

Three foundation builders and three qi practitioners form a formation together, and their spiritual powers are connected.

Then move very slowly, step by step.

"Hee hee hee……"

Weird laughter appeared and disappeared.

The Foundation Establishment monk was okay, but the remaining three Qi practitioners couldn't help but swallowed and looked pale.

This does not look like a blessed place, it is clearly a strange place!

"Uncle Wan, why don't we withdraw? This place... is too wrong."

Someone suggested.

Wan Xinrong and the other three foundation builders remained silent.

The three of them vaguely noticed that there was some kind of treasure deep in this secret place that was attracting them.

Maybe it can help them go further!

Although a few qi training disciples are important, they seem insignificant when compared with their own future.

The speaker had no choice but to sigh in his heart.

At this time, he felt a weight on his shoulders and asked his companion.

"What are you doing with your hand on my shoulder?"

The companion was surprised and showed him: "Isn't my hand here?"

The man paused suddenly, and then his hair stood on end.

Immediately afterwards, several dry arms poked out of the mist.

Grabbing the body of this qi training disciple, he pulled him into the blood mist.

"Waiting for you!"

Wan Xinrong shouted angrily, and struck out a bolt of lightning from his palm, which landed on those arms.

Palm thunder!

Specially designed to overcome evil spirits.

Pfft...

Pieces of withered arms were instantly scorched black, turning into dark sludge and splashing out.

However, in the blood mist, more and more arms are frantically emerging.

******

The battle reached a stalemate.

The three foundation builders took action together, and their power was extremely frightening.

But in this blood mist, the power of any spell seems to have weakened.

In addition to the withered arms, there are also many weird evil spirits that are attracted to it.

Very difficult to deal with.

The most important thing is that their number seems to be endless.

"This can't go on like this!"
To be continued...