Blood Pool Hell.

Darkness shrouds all over the world.

Only dark blood pools of different sizes bloomed with strange red lights, gloomy and terrifying, making people intimidated.

Everyone here has escaped from the blood pool and has chosen to sit in meditation, refining the medicinal power of the relics elixir in order to restore their cultivation as soon as possible.

The abnormal movement above spread to the bottom, causing a lot of gravel to fall sporadically, and no one paid attention to it.

Zhu Fu transformed into Hei Wuchang and sat cross-legged on the spot.

The breath on his body is sometimes unchanged, sometimes like the rising sun, and the Buddha's light shines, making people calm.

Sometimes it is cold and solemn, like Yasha Shura, where the place where you sit cross-legged is several feet in a circle, almost turning into a gloomy ghost creature that no one can enter.

No birth method!

The Supreme Law of Lanke Mountain.

No birth and form, no form, no form means invisible.

This method is successful and can change in all directions. It can escape from all realms without any obstacles. It can be with immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons.

This is a natural exaggeration.

But it also shows that this technique is unpredictable.

For hundreds of years, there have been endless eminent monks and masters in Lanke Mountain, but only three of them have achieved this success.

Zhu Fu is one of them!

"call……"

The faint sound of the breeze came from afar.

It was still very far away, but Zhu Fu felt a warning and suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

"not good!"

"Someone broke into the blood pool hell!"

A low shout sounded, and the strong wind suddenly became rapid, indicating that someone was running towards this place.

"Amitabha."

Zhu Fu clasped his hands together, his clothes were free from wind, and a soft Buddha light also emerged from him.

"Click..."

The mask of impermanence suddenly cracked, revealing his gentle appearance as jade and his solemn eyes.

"clatter……"

A little under his feet, Zhu Fu had disappeared from the spot.

The Buddha's light hole breaks through the darkness, like a sharp ray of light, piercing through the void and rushing straight to the distant entrance.

He wanted to ensure that everyone in the field was not disturbed and naturally could not be allowed to approach.

"who?"

far away.

A ghost man wearing a cow-headed mask suddenly opened his eyes and slashed forward without hesitation.

The sword is so fierce that it is full of murderous intentions.

Shura Sword!

This is the lost sword technique of the Liantai Sect, but it appeared in the hands of this Niu-headed ghost kid.

The murderous intent in the sword technique is no less than the magic sword that Guo Fan learned, and it is even more ruthless.

"What a courageous person, he dared to trek into the underworld!"

The horse face on the side also snorted angrily, with one hand pointing, and a purple light instantly enveloped the audience.

Purple Qi Tianluo Hand!

The inheritance of Tianluomi land hundreds of years ago.

Wherever the purple light shrouded, the air instantly became viscous, and even the air seemed to solidify and shone out human figures.

The aura on these two people was fierce and surging. Once they took action, the energy was raging.

The bull-headed and horse-faced face in the underworld is the peak master of Gangqi, and it is only half a step away from opening the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows.

"Well!"

“Hum…”

In the darkness, the Buddha's light leaps and the grand sound comes steadily.

Sound down.

The void shook accordingly.

There were also a pair of big hands, like a slowly blooming lotus, struck out from a distance more than ten feet apart.

The sound of the Buddha who subdues the demons!

Heart Buddha’s palm!

In addition, the method of non-birth and what Zhu Fu learned was also the highest method of Lanke Mountain, no less than the ghost mission in the underworld.

and……

He has opened the ancestral hole between his eyebrows and his cultivation is even better!

Palm comes out.

The blade light collapsed and the purple air was scattered.

"snort!"

The Niu-headed ghost kid hummed, and suddenly penetrated his body, and took more than ten feet in one step, and the sword light slashed out obliquely.

The whole person is like a sickle that kills all things.

Reap the vitality of one place.

The sword light is sharp, and the color changes when you look.

The horse face is not to be outdone. It is elusive when lying on the unique Beidou Tiangang Step, and its body flashes.

At the same time, the fist and palm change, and a strange light suddenly appears.

The martial arts he showed did not know its origin, but it had the meaning of the simplest way, which was combined with each other and returned to the original state, and the same as good and evil.

The two joined forces and dozens of meters ahead formed a vortex of qi.

The hard rocks and the touches all turned into dust, making it even more difficult for the body to bear.

On cultivation.

They are naturally inferior to the crown prince Zhu Fu.

But as soon as the fight was fought, Zhu Fu's breath was unstable, and Wu Student's shortcomings were also exposed.

Obviously.

Although the opponent has a high cultivation level, his realm is unstable. He is likely to have just been promoted and injured.

The fighting experience is even less.

A high level of realm and high cultivation do not necessarily mean strong strength.

When Guo Fan first entered the innate world, he could use the magic sword to compete with the older generation of masters, and even defeat them in battle and cut them with a knife. This is the reason.

Killing in the underworld will last forever. Even if it is a cow head and a horse face, it will require long-term tests and rich experience.

not to mention.

All they learned are the top in the world, and it is normal for them to defeat the strong with the weak.

The same realm.

There are almost few masters in the world who are the opponents of ghost messengers in the underworld.

"Amitabha."

Zhu Fu clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name silently.

He is born with Buddha nature and understands his own shortcomings, so he does not intend to compete with his opponents in moves.

With one hand stretched forward, Buddha's light emerged.

"My Heart Buddha's Palm!"

"Ten Thousand Buddhas celebrate the sect!"

The Buddha's light covers about acres, and extends its hands like a dome on the roof, covering a world.

This palm.
To be continued...