At this scene, even though Zhang Rongfang had always been bold, he couldn't help but be frightened and took a few steps back.

"What the hell!?" He looked at the faces outside the door in horror.

The face was three meters long and two meters wide, and its skin was blood red, as if it was made up of countless flowing blood.

Each of those five eyes is composed of black swirls and white fluorescence.

The white fluorescence is the white of the eye, and the black swirl is the pupil.

They were all staring at Zhang Rongfang at this time.

flesh and blood

Worship me and you will gain immortality, flesh and blood, strength

worship me

worship me

The blood god's human face deformed and squeezed into the cabin, approaching and approaching Zhang Rongfang.

It's getting closer, getting closer.

Suddenly it opened its mouth wide and pounced towards Zhang Rongfang.

call!

in the dark.

Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang sat up from the bed, covered in sweat.

He was breathing heavily, and his clothes were almost wet with sweat.

"What's going on!?" He looked around hurriedly. There was no face of the Blood God, and everything in the cabin was the same, without any change.

The moonlight shines in from the circular window, quiet and peaceful.

"Is this a dream?" Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath and then exhaled.

He hasn't had a dream for a long time since he started practicing martial arts.

In other words, even if he had a dream, he would not remember it. This kind of sleep is of the highest quality.

But today, he had an inexplicable nightmare about the Blood God.

After putting on his shoes, Zhang Rongfang frowned and stood up from the bed.

Considering how stable my Qi and blood are, my energy and energy are actually disturbed by nightmares. This is not normal!

He closed his eyes and recalled everything he had experienced during the day.

Nothing unusual.

The only unusual thing may be that he took away the statue of the Blood God and read the secret scroll of the Blood Sacrifice that came with the Blood God.

Speaking of which, why are there so many Buddhist sects of the Great Spirit God, but what people often see are the warriors who worship the gods.

The legends spread among the people are all about warriors worshiping gods, but no one has ever spread legends about gods and Buddhas?

Zhang Rongfang suddenly thought of some doubts.

Do they not exist?

Impossible. The records of the Dong Sect's Secret Treasures should not be false. Otherwise, the worshiping warriors would not appear.

But since they exist, why has no one really seen them? Apart from their statues and scrolls, nothing else can be found?

Doubts kept popping up in Zhang Rongfang's mind.

He closed his eyes and recalled the memories of the day.

Suddenly, his body was shaken.

In his memory, any part involving the Blood God was as clear as a movie playback.

This is not normal!

This will not happen to normal people when they think about past events.

Memories are ultimately vague and prone to change and error.

But the strange thing is that in Zhang Rongfang's memory at this time, everything related to the Blood God.

Everything is extremely clear.

The rest of the part is obviously blurry.

He can even copy every line of the statue of the Blood God and every detail of the symbols on his body.

Opening his eyes, Zhang Rongfang obviously felt something was wrong.

The flow of Qi and blood in his body unknowingly accelerated, and his muscles began to tighten naturally.

It seemed that he had encountered some unknown threat.

"what happened!?"

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the extremely clear statue of the Blood God appeared in front of him again.

This time, the statue was suspended directly in the middle of his vision with his eyes closed.

There was darkness all around, and there was only it, embedded abruptly in the middle, motionless. It seemed like it was really just a statue.

Zhang Rongfang tried hard not to think about it, but it was pointless.

The statue seemed to have taken root, floating in front of his eyes.

As long as he closes his eyes, it will always appear in front of him.

"What the hell!?" Zhang Rongfang opened the property bar.

Sure enough, the intuitive warning was already flashing.

Intuitive warning: You have suffered some kind of invasion from your consciousness, and your consciousness begins to gradually decline.

Intuition warning: Some kind of weird existence in the subconscious begins to occupy your mind. If you don't want to be completely occupied, you'd better practice literary skills immediately.

Somehow, you can feel that the gods of the sect you belong to may protect you from harm.

Needless to say, seeing this is almost a straightforward reminder.

Zhang Rongfang immediately sat back on the bed cross-legged, and the Taishang Mingxu Gong, which he had not practiced for a long time, began to circulate again.

The energy and blood throughout his body gradually returned to calm as his martial arts adjusted.

Taishang Mingxu Gong, the exquisite divine will is like a lamp, illuminating the body, flesh, limbs, and internal organs.

The so-called Mingxu means illuminating the unknown with divine will.

The unknown nothingness here naturally also includes all kinds of unknown nothingness within oneself.

At this time, the unique art of literary arts that had reached the late Yuan Ying stage was put into operation. Suddenly, the statue of the blood god in Zhang Rongfang's mind gradually became blurred and faded.

The flashing intuitive warning on his attribute bar began to gradually slow down.

; Not long after, Zhang Rongfang completely entered samadhi, and the intuitive warning no longer reminded him at all.

More than an hour later.

Zhang Rong just came back to his senses and woke up from trance.

At this time, the sky outside was getting gray and it was almost morning.

"Evil door!"

He really broke out in a sweat again, just after looking at the statue of the god and the secret scroll, this strange situation occurred.

"It seems that the complete statue, even if you don't worship it, can still pose a dangerous threat to ordinary people."

Zhang Rongfang quickly stood up and walked out of the room.

On the deck outside, many sailors had already started washing themselves and pouring the used dirty water into the sea.

They washed with filtered seawater, then soaked the cotton cloth with fresh water for the last time and wiped it again.

This not only saves fresh water, but also cleans the body and prevents things from getting too dirty.

Tian Ruyi had already gotten up and was lecturing a group of people at Qianshimen.

Seeing Zhang Rongfang coming out, he turned around and trotted over quickly.

"Your Majesty, are you up?" He said with a smile on his face.

"Well, were you okay last night? Did you have any nightmares after seeing the Blood God statue?" Zhang Rongfang asked seriously.

"Nightmare? No?" Tian Ruyi thought Zhang Rongfang was joking and smiled casually.

"To be honest, that Blood God statue is not at the same level as the Moon God enshrined by our Qianshimen."

As he was talking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with Zhang Rongfang's expression.

"Your Majesty, you seem a little tired and out of sorts. Did you not get enough rest?"
To be continued...