As his body fell into the sea of blood, Jian Wushuang felt that there were countless terrifying palms filled with negative emotions, constantly pulling him and dragging him into the abyss.
This sea of blood has no buoyancy, and even a feather cannot float on it.
Jian Wushuang was like a million-jin stone statue falling downwards.
At the same time, there were countless ugly blood monsters, one after another, following his whereabouts and eating him.
The blood monsters in this sea of blood are all spliced together from the ownerless resentful souls of dead monks. They have no independent consciousness and only have an insatiable intake of souls.
Jian Wushuang, who fell into the abyss of the sea of blood, naturally noticed this situation. In order to prevent the fierce fight from alerting Lady Sha, he directly opened the cork of the Boyang bottle.
Suddenly, the treasure light burst out, and countless blood monsters were directly sucked into the Boyang bottle by the terrifying suction force.
After a moment, the voice of the Three Emperors indeed sounded from inside the Boyang bottle.
"Let me go, these are all dirty things. What kind of garbage did you bring in, little friend?!"
Jian Wushuang looked embarrassed, and used his spiritual consciousness to send a message, telling the Three Emperors everything that happened at the moment.
"I see. Since this is the case, then we, the Three Emperors, will be responsible for the little friendly empress."
"Thank you very much. I will thank Jian very much in the future."
"There's no need to thank you so much. Just take us to kill that old guy Zhen Wuyang later."
"..."
With the backing of the Three Emperors and the Boyang Ping, all the dangers that would have taken a lot of effort were easily resolved.
After the blood monster was no longer a problem, Jian Wushuang then controlled his body shape, and while avoiding the undercurrent of the strong wind, he looked for traces of Monk Konglun.
Just when he was concentrating, a small mountain-like island quietly appeared above his head.
Feeling the heavy pressure, Jian Wushuang subconsciously looked up.
The next moment, a short arm like a giant pillar stirred up the sea of blood and crashed down heavily.
He was horrified, and almost without thinking, he formed an invisible sword and stabbed him in the face.
Each sword intention was like a slender willow leaf, all condensed into the shape of a waterfall, sweeping up, strangled straight towards the figure of the huge island.
Immediately afterwards, a low cry, like a falling whale, resounded beneath the abyss of the sea of blood.
The entire abyss of the sea of blood was like boiling water, agitating and then silent for a moment.
After the sword intent released by Jian Wushuang completely dissipated, the terrifying island-like figure was already somewhat fragmented.
It was no longer alive, and then it just floated in the sea of blood, motionless.
This huge turtle-like fish-like thing looks like it is made of countless boulders, and it looks extremely ugly.
At the same time, its fragility was something Jian Wushuang did not expect.
He was able to kill him with only three thousand sword intentions, which showed his weakness.
Just when Jian Wushuang was about to leave and continue searching, he vaguely noticed that there was a thick and long iron chain next to the island giant.
He seemed to feel something, and flew directly to the side of the giant thing. Only then did he really see that a chain several times thicker than his waist was tied to the giant thing. As for the other end,
It extends into the infinite darkness.
"Perhaps, this chain is related to the whereabouts of the monk Konglun."
Jian Wushuang no longer searched like a headless fly, but followed this chain and walked into the darkness.
The further he walked in this extremely dark abyss, the more he saw hundreds of abandoned chains of various sizes, floating under the abyss, unspeakably ancient.
"Could it be that Monk Konglun is not the only one trapped here?" Jian Wushuang wondered in his heart while continuing to move forward.
The time of moving forward and falling seemed to be endless, and the sea of blood was so deep that he felt like there was no bottom.
At the same time, the chains under his feet began to become thinner, from the thickness of the two people's arms together to the thickness of his thighs now. This may be a sign of some kind.
Under this extremely dark abyss, the situation was very bad. Even with Jian Wushuang's strength, he could barely see the situation more than a thousand meters ahead, which made him even more vigilant.
I don't know how long it took, but when a light that was so weak that it couldn't be seen without looking carefully appeared in Jian Wushuang's eyes, his heart beat involuntarily.
Jian Wushuang hurriedly looked around and saw among the piles of withered bones, a figure that was as skinny as a skeleton but as tough as an old tree appeared.
He just sat like that, with his limbs, waist, and neck wrapped by six black chains, while enduring the encroachment of countless tiny blood monsters.
When Jian Wushuang saw this, a chill appeared in his eyes, and he waved his hand to drive away the blood monsters.
But at this moment, five giant island-like creatures seemed to smell his breath and swam over from the sea of blood from all directions.
These five island giants correspond to five thick chains.
Jian Wushuang no longer cared about anything else, directly raised his sword, and unleashed his brilliant move under the abyss of the sea of blood.
Unparalleled Sword Way, Galaxy, Lake and Sea Sword Intent, Second Style.
river.
The condensation of one hundred thousand sword intentions is a move that is unimaginable and impossible to face head-on.
Like the Milky Way sweeping across the sky, it rushes forward with great momentum.
Poor those five giant islands, before they could open their bloody abyss to swallow them, they were strangled to pieces by the terrifying sword intent.
At the same time, the chain also shattered and turned into a pile of iron filings, scattered.
In the dark, the skinny figure like a skeleton slowly opened its eyes.
His eyes were no longer clear and were completely replaced by deep black.
And this skinny figure is exactly the empty wheel monk who was lured out of his inner demons and imprisoned in the blood pool.
"Good." He opened his lips and said this word in an old voice.
A question rang out, "Master Immortal, can you see me?"
Monk Konglun shook his head slowly, "My dirty eyes cannot look directly at the good people, but my ears can feel where the good people are."
At this moment, Jian Wushuang hid his figure in order to avoid Monk Konglun from suffering the pain of seeing all living things being cut with knives and axes.
"I don't know what the good people have to do when they come here to see Monk Zhuo?" Konglun asked again.
When the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to speak, "Um, I wonder if the immortal master has ever known the cause and effect of unwarranted contamination and how to remove it?"
After a moment of silence, the empty chakra spoke, "Good man, how can there be uncaused cause and effect in this world?"
"In the dark, all things are actually destined. When they will appear and in what form they will appear, they are actually already destined. Even if you think it is unreasonable contamination, it has already happened.