Chapter 60 Blood of a Sea

It's already dawn, and the soft sun shines on people in early autumn, which is very warm and uncomfortable.

Walking on the sheep intestine path down the mountain. Xuan Ming's heart is much heavier than when he came.

A pair of boots were raised and gently stepped on the fallen leaves on the ground, making a "squeak" sound. Xuanming frowned with his hands on his hands and was completely immersed in his thoughts.

"If what Huyan Jiner said is true, then the sea of blood is the breakthrough of the demons' invasion of the astral world. But in this case, why is the invasion of the demon still a mystery? What's more, since Tianmo dares to leave the stone tablet in the sea of blood and make that oath, it is obvious that they firmly believe that they can invade again.

"Who gave them this confidence?"

Xuan Ming paused and suddenly turned around and walked back. Tongtian is right. He is curious and incomprehensible. He must figure it out.

Xuan Ming frowned deeper and deeper, and his feet walked faster and faster. However, just as he approached the sea of blood, he suddenly stopped. His fingers moved slightly, and his body suddenly foged away. Form a thin white fog. Attached to the sea of blood.

not far away, a burst of footsteps came, and a delicate shout came from afar: "Huyan Jiner, why did you tell him the legend of the sea of blood? Aren't you afraid of being punished?"

"Don't be afraid!" A sneer followed, and Huyan Jiner hummed again: "I'm going to continue to practice. You go."

"Huyan Jiner, you look like this again!" Di Jing snorted coldly, but her tone was with great grievance. She said, "Don't think it's great for the elder to allow you to practice in the Holy Land!" Humph, this magic religion is still my father's!"

"After that, let's go. Don't bother me here!"

"You..." Di Jing was speechless and could only snort coldly and said, "Do you think you are a water demon? Damn..."

He was silent, and the outside became quiet in an instant.

In the sea of blood, Xuanming frowned and thought, "It turns out that she is a water demon rarely seen in ten thousand years?" But if, as Di Jing said, if she leaked the rumor that she would be punished, why did she risk telling me?

Does she have any other plans?

"Well, if this is the case, then the soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it!" Xuan Ming sneered, and as soon as his consciousness moved, he saw the white fog floating slightly on the surface of the water and sank into the water at an imperceptible speed. Slowly condensed and formed in the middle of the sea of blood, and Xuanming's figure appeared.

Xuanming suspended in the sea of blood and looked at the trace of blood gradually floating in the sea with some surprise.

This is the center of the sea of blood. It is still dozens of feet deep from the bottom of the sea. It is still dozens of feet away from the sea. And the sea water, that is, here, began to gradually appear strangely.

That is the blood evenly mixed in the sea, and the faint magic.

The magic spirit is very light. If it hadn't been for Xuanming's talented purification spell, it would never have been detected. Xuan Ming narrowed his flawless eyes and raised his feet slightly, just like a staircase. Xuan Ming walked down to the bottom of the sea step by step.

The deeper it is, the tighter Xuanming's eyebrows become. The blood in the sea is not as reduced as he thought, but more and more. The blood that was originally caught began to become dense.

Is this the sea of blood?

Xuan Ming remembered the legend. That legend that can't help but feel creepy and unbelievable even if he hears it.

Legend has it that the Blood Sea is a settlement for mountain people. However, once the demon suddenly appeared, the mountain people were killed. Blood flows into a river and then converges into a sea...

He heard the legend several times, and he never believed it.

However, at the bottom of this bloody sea of blood, full of magic and resentment, that trace of unbelievable is gradually loosening, becoming doubt, and then gradually firmly believing.

Although the sea of blood is not big in the sea, how can it be called the "sea"? But in the seabed hundreds of feet of deep sea, you can see a dark red thick blood. What a spectacular scene will it be?

However, at this moment, Xuan Ming encountered such a spectacular and incredible scene.

The deeper the bottom of the blood sea, the denser the blood is. Finally, when it reaches the bottom of the sea, the whole sea is as thick as blood.

Yes, blood.

Xuanming, who has a sensitive sense of smell, can be sure that this is the sea of blood mentioned in the rumors 100,000 years ago, the real sea of blood.

And this sea of blood is no longer really creepy and visually stimulating at this moment. What really frightens him is the elliptical things floating on the bloody sea.

Those things have become crimson after being soaked in blood for many years. Soaked in the blood, it becomes blurred and difficult to distinguish. However, Xuanming still sees it clearly.

Those are elliptical heads.

or large or small skulls.

And on the edge of the head, there is a trace of light green resentment.

The resentment of the sky stimulates Xuan Ming's divine will. He had to be spiritual and resist it. The sea of blood and resentment is full of blood and resentment, and the sea of blood is cold. Xuan Ming frowned and looked at the grudges that floated up, but in the end, he could not break through the sea. I can only be trapped in this sea of blood.

Xuanming was not surprised at the beginning. This sea of blood is deeply resentful, and it is normal to have a forbidden seal. Then, the more he observed the sea of blood, he couldn't help opening his phoenix eyes that had been steady and gentle.

Those resentments drifted up at the beginning, as if they wanted to rush out of the sea. However, after reaching the upper layer of the sea, they suddenly earned a large circle, returned to the bottom of the sea, and then gathered south.

"Is that?" Xuan Ming's pupils suddenly shrank. The sharp eyes shot to the south. After thinking about it, he still walked south.

The deeper it is, the more crimson heads are soaked, the denser it is, and there is a growing trend.

When he saw the head that was gradually piled up as high as a hill, Xuanming's eyes were no longer calm as before, and he was confused.

Is this the war situation of that year?

Xuan Ming couldn't help sighing. Looking at the high-pull heads on both sides, he couldn't help sighing. The dark green resentment drifted lightly, hitting the light blue streamer blouse outside Xuan Ming's body one after another, and then turned back and swam to the south leisurely.

Xuan Ming looked at those heads and gradually became empty.

Among these tens of thousands of heads, there are the simple and ordinary mountain people, the practitioners who are eager to jump out of the mortal world, the gods who take the world as their responsibility, and the witches who trust their witches...

Today, everything has dissipated with the wind with 100,000 years, and the cruel and tragic battle of gods and demons has already become an incredible legend.

But they are trapped in this small sea of blood, day after day, year after year...

Until the unwillingness gradually deduced into a huge resentment.

Who is it?!

Xuanming's eyes turned red, looking at the heads, his eyes were angry, and the hands on his side were clenched unconsciously, and the blue veins were straight.

"Who is it?" Xuanming couldn't help roaring, and blue veins rose on his forehead. He pointed to the green whirlpool not far ahead and gritted his teeth and said, "Have you still refused to let them go for so many years? Bastard!"

Xuan Ming was angry and completely angry.

All this, everything in this sea of blood, is deliberately done by someone.

is the green resentment floating on the heads in this sea of blood.

"What a poisonous demon!" Xuan Ming gritted his teeth and became more determined to destroy the demonic heart.

Like them, there is no need to stay in this demon world.

Xuanming's bloodthirsty eyes passed through the heads on both sides, and then walked in. Inside, the huge heads are no longer like human heads.

But it's weird like what demons should have.

Those heads, each of which should be the size of four or five ordinary people's heads, are the hollow eyes, and one eye hole is as big as two fists of an adult.

Are these the heads left by the demons of those years?

Seeing that the green resentment floating on the head had turned red, Xuan Ming knew that he had guessed right.

The resentment has become a bloodthirsty demon.

The magic made Xuan Ming's eyes gradually turn red. Aware that he had received the influence of the magic gas, he quickly purified the spell of luck talent to resist the invasion of the magic gas.

The more you go in, the more the head of the demon, and the purer the magic spirit becomes.

Finally, over the layers of red head, Xuan Ming saw something similar to the gossip array.

When he saw the array of heads clearly, Xuanming only felt angry!

Those are heads that are only the size of fists.

Looking at the small heads, Xuan Ming seemed to see the cute babies.

Now, thousands of small babies have become a vicious array!

Xuanming, who was furious, stared at his fiery eyes, and a sword burst out from his middle finger, rushing to the array with full of anger.

"Bum!"

A sharp vibration sounded with Xuanming's sword gas hitting the upper whirlwind. The sea of blood shook, and the formation did not move.

Xuanming stabilized his figure, and his pupils contracted sharply. Looking at the intact formation, a black sword suddenly appeared.

Then at this moment, there was a chill behind Xuanming. A sharp breath like an ice knife suddenly appeared and stabbed at Xuan Ming.

Xuan Ming couldn't help but stand up suddenly, holding the long sword in his right hand and swinging it out with all his strength.

"Boom!"

Two equally sharp swords collided in an instant, and then exploded in the head like a mountain.

Blood rolls over. However, a pile of heads are intact as before.

Xuanming gritted his teeth and understood that the prohibition added to his head was not at all able to move at this moment.

He put down his mind to break this method for the time being and looked up at the direction where the sword had just shot.

There stood a woman as cold as winter, and her low head made it difficult to see her face. However, the black robe on his forehead is still dazzling in the blood of a sea.

"We met again, Xuan Ming."

A voice sounded coldly without any emotion.

Xuanming couldn't help shrinking her pupils and understood it in an instant. He laughed, and then nodded gently to the girl, "Huyan Jiner, long time no see."

"Soon, it's just an hour." Huyan Jiner raised her head slightly, and the bangs covering her cheeks fell to one side meekly, and the very cold eyes appeared. The white and tender cheeks and the thin lips that are slightly pale but still fascinating.