"Cough cough---" Zhou Dashen coughed repeatedly, and blood overflowed with it. He was obviously suffering from serious internal injuries. He smiled bitterly and looked at Fang Yan and said, "Fortunately, I am a tough life and can't die."
Fang Yan looked guilty. If he hadn't been determined to do so this time, he wouldn't have happened so many things in this mountain of Killing. He also caused Master Zhou to almost die with him many times, and said in an apology.
: "Don't worry, at least we are safe for the time being."
"Fellow Taoist, don't blame yourself. I actually thought of walking in this notorious place for a long time. It's not your fault." Master Zhou seemed to see Fang Yan's thoughts, and said with a forced smile, then looked at the blood.
Hai sighed: "It would be great if it could be really safe-------"
Fang Yan knew what Master Zhou meant and showed a smile that was even worse than crying. Didn’t he know that there would definitely be no peace here?
What's more, in such a strange sea of blood, even those "walking corpses" in the realm of saints dare not cross. Besides, there is probably no place in this mountain of Killing, and the deeper it is, the more dangerous it is.
--Maybe a greater danger will come in the next second. The lives of both of them are obviously so humble and fragile in the face of all these dangers. Any danger can easily kill the lives of both of them and live
Until now, even if I look back, I have to say that I have great luck, which is even more miracle.
But I regret everything. Even if I want to retreat now, I have no way out. The only door to life is to move forward!
I would say this just to comfort Master Zhou.
"Thank you." Fang Yan patted Zhou Dashen's shoulder gratefully, knowing that he wanted to make himself feel better and not be too pretentious anymore. He looked up and looked at Ru Baishi, who was still floating above his head, and was already dull.
He said to the little beast in his arms, "Qiuqiu, put it away."
The little beast obediently put away the ru white stone, and hid obediently in Fang Yan's clothes again, leaving a small head outside, curiously looking at the vast and surging sea of blood, and his eyes were rumbling.
It seems that it is not shocked by the majesty of the sea of blood, nor is it affected by the bloody and violent aura it emits.
Taking a deep breath, Fang Yan calmed down his mind and grabbed Zhou Dashen's arm and did not let go. At this time, Fang Yan could be said to be much stronger than Zhou Dashen's self-protection ability. At such a life-and-death juncture, he would not even care about it.
While living in his own situation, he held Zhou Dashen tightly all the way, which shows that Fang Yan values love and righteousness.
It is no exaggeration to say that if Fang Yan left Zhou Da Shen, with the unique fighting blood in his body, the two great magical techniques, coupled with the magical little beast and black dagger, his survival ability will be greatly improved.
If it were someone else, he would have left his partner and went to survive long ago. But he didn't do that, nor did he think about doing this!
In his heart, he would rather hold his partner for a lifetime than abandon his partner to survive alone. This is stupid, but it is also a tough state of mind, not a personal charm that ordinary people do not possess!
The two of them began to move slowly, rising up, trying to pull the distance from the sea of blood as far as possible, but in the process of controlling the air, the two of them were shocked to find that there was a sea of blood.
The invisible energy was shrouded in them, making it difficult for them to move slowly. It took a lot of effort to do so.
"This ---There is really no simple thing in the Killing Mountain. I don't know what is under the blood. It's so weird. The energy fluctuation is really scary. It's still in a state of boiling for a long time.
Is this really a sea of blood condensed by blood? If so, then how terrifying the power of these blood masters will have, even the blood contains such power!" He looked at Fang Yan, and the Great God Zhou
He stretched out his slightly trembling palm and wiped the blood from his mouth, and said with a pale face.
"Well---I don't know how this Killing Mountain was formed. It's incredible everywhere and has many dangers. No wonder it can be called one of the few dangerous places on the continent. Along the way, if we hadn't been lucky, we would have been lucky.
With the help of strange treasures, even if they have the realm of a saint, they may have fallen here long ago." Fang Yan nodded heavily, his face full of fear.
"Fellow Taoist, if I can't go out alive, you must promote my name, at least let the world know that I once shine in the mountain of Killing God, passing through the obstacles and shaking the evil and trampling on the saints.
Going deeper, you can go further than those saints." Zhou Dashen looked back at the "Walking Dead" who had never dared to cross the slightest. His heart fluttered, and he even more affirmed the horror of this sea of blood. He had just died and could not do it well now
I'm afraid there will be no life in ten deaths---Fang Yan turned to look at Master Zhou, feeling disgusted, and smiled bitterly: "Don't be so pessimistic, the evil tree and so many saints can't do anything to us, how can we
Are you afraid of this mere sea of blood? Don't worry, none of us will die and we will definitely be able to get out alive."
After saying that, looking at the smile that was ugly than crying, I felt that this was a bit self-deception. I sighed and whispered: "If you can't even hold on, how can I get out alive? So
It’s better to keep your life and go out alive to promote your glorious deeds.”
"Fellow Taoist, I can die. If you can't die, you will definitely not die here." Master Zhou's face suddenly became firm, as if he was absolutely sure to protect Fang Yan as he said.
It's the same as not dead.
Fang Yan pulled the corner of his mouth, thinking that Master Zhou was just talking casually to relieve himself, so he didn't care too much, nor did he pay attention to his expression, rubbing the little beast's head and saying, "Nothing has happened yet, let's not do it."
I scared myself. We don’t die so easily. Killing the sacred mountain will not take our lives!" His tone was full of heroism, and he once again cheered himself and Master Zhou.
"I hope so." Master Zhou nodded, but he had already made a decision in his heart and silently said, "If there is really a situation of dying, I will definitely let you survive. Fang Yan, you must not let it go.
We are disappointed, many people are waiting for your rise!" Thinking of this, what the old man said when he left the sect appeared in his mind again. A ten thousand-year layout, no matter how much the price it costs, it cannot be attributed to it.
Loss, mainland China can never wait for ten thousand years---the hand that grabbed Zhou Dashen's arm tightened, Fang Yan nodded heavily, and then, looking at the endless sea of blood with a calm expression, the other side of the sea of blood,
Covered by the thick blood light, there is no specific width at all. It seems endless and never ends. The road ahead may be full of dangers, or even deaths, but they have no choice but to move forward!
"Wow----Bang" The blood tide was boiling, one after another, and the surging slap continued to sound, making it look majestic and grand. Each sound seemed to hit Fang Yan and the others' hearts, making the already nervous mood even more
I was anxious and could not calm down.
He tried his best to move forward, but on this sea of blood, he was blocked by the inexplicable strange aura, which made their speed very fast become extremely slow, with dozens of breaths
Time was only flying about one ft. It was no exaggeration to say that it was a snail speed. The hard-working expressions on the two of them were all gritting their teeth and persevering, and their faces looked paler.
Time passed slowly, and before I knew it, an hour had passed, and Fang Yan and the other two had slowly merged into the blood light. Under this difficult situation, they also flew more than ten feet away.
Looking back, I could no longer see clearly the "Walking Dead" standing beside the hanging rock behind me. I could only feel the cold eyes watching, and it was obvious that they did not leave.
There was no change in this hour. Everything was so calm. It was just that the tide of blood sea under the abyss became more and more intense and the energy in the sea of blood was even more powerful. In Fang Yan's opinion,
This should be a reaction that is getting closer to the center of the blood sea.
"Hu---" Zhou Dashen's face was full of fatigue. He ran through life and death, and was nervous all the way, and was severely injured in his body. When moving forward in such a difficult environment, the pressure he brought to him can be imagined.
If Fang Yan hadn't grabbed him and saved him a lot of spiritual power output, he would have been unable to hold on soon.
"Blessed by Wuliang Dao Zun, keep in this state. Never have any accidents. Your successors of thousands of generations cannot withstand the blow---" Master Zhou squeezed out his pious expression and bowed to the void, with a mouth full of mercy.
I kept muttering and praying, and finally it seemed that even the Buddha's blessing was read out.
In this dangerous environment, Fang Yan couldn't help but be amused by him and said angrily: "What's the use of asking for Buddha as a cultivator? I haven't seen you usually give him an incense stick."
"The Taoist Master and the Buddha are both supreme beings of the two sects of Taoist Buddha. Maybe they have personal relationships---It's better to ask for it than not ask for it." Zhou Dashen said seriously, and he didn't care about Fang Yan at all.
The blow is still praising me.
Fang Yan looked at Master Zhou speechlessly, a little amused and muttered in his heart, was this charlatan scared to death? It all traced back to the personal relationship between two mythological characters---not to mention whether they really exist,
Even if there is really, can you really get blessing if you ask for it? Then wouldn’t everyone just ask for Buddha and Taoist ancestors whenever they are in danger? What kind of energy should they practice--"Jiujiu." Suddenly, the little girl in Fang Yan’s arms
The beast struggled, desperately snarling his head out, pointing his little claws at the sea of blood below and keeping crying, his tone full of excitement, as if he had seen something that moved it very much.
Fang Yan and Zhou Dashen were both shocked and quickly turned their heads to look at the little beast. The little beast would be so excited. In Fang Yan's impression, it seemed that this was the first time. Without asking more questions, the two followed.
Looking at the direction pointed by the claws of the little beast, when he vaguely saw the object that could make the little beast excited, his face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed: "That's---Purple."