There was blood dripping.
The deep purple and red soul blood dripped on the ground of the 30th level Lotus Heaven.
Every drop of the soul's blood seeps into the soil, causing tiny flowers to bloom on the soil. The flowers have seven petals, are about the size of a fingernail, and are as transparent as colorless glass.
When the wind of the world blows, the flowers scatter, like the ordinary dandelions, their petals flutter and float to the sky.
Zhao Wujiang escaped faster and faster.
It's just that the thirty-first level Lotus Heaven was too vast, and for a while he couldn't find the way to the thirty-first level Lotus Heaven.
He felt that every step was so familiar, like the mountains and rivers of the Great Xia Dynasty that he had crossed before.
He has crossed mountains, rivers and seas and passed through seas of people. Everything he once owned was gone like smoke in the blink of an eye.
Perhaps the soul lost too much blood and he was in a trance.
Fortunately, he has treasures to repair and warm his soul.
He took out a wine gourd and drank a large mouthful of water from Youdu Forget River.
The weakness in the soul was quickly repaired.
He began to escape again.
Behind him were more and more sounds of pursuit.
Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, and lightning arcs flickered and sizzled at his ankles.
In front of him, a paintbrush seemed to appear in the air, and a strong man was slowly sketched out.
In an instant, it came to life, jumping out of the air and coming to his eyes.
The strong man was dressed in linen clothes and tiger skin, with his hair disheveled like a man in the wilderness, and his neck was shining with pink light.
Zhao Wujiang frowned, this was a resentful spirit.
He remembered that Lin Xiaoke said that by the 30th level of Dao Lotus, powerful resentful spirits would appear during the day.
He couldn't feel the strength of the resentful spirit's cultivation.
On the forehead of the resentful spirit, there is also a painted totem, which is cyan. The totem is a mythical beast that has disappeared from the world.
Zhao Wujiang was wary and wanted to avoid the resentful spirit.
The resentful spirit just stared at him without any movement.
Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath, bypassed the strong man of the resentful spirit, and flew with thunderous feet.
He was worried about a sudden attack by the evil spirit, so he looked back cautiously.
He saw the resentful spirit looking up to the sky and yelling angrily, rushing towards Li Changshou and others who were chasing him, and in an instant, they were fighting fiercely with Li Changshou and others.
In the next moment, the resentful spirit was dispersed and fell apart, seemingly shattering into petals as thin and transparent as cicada wings.
Zhao Wujiang was slightly stunned. He didn't understand what was going on, but he could feel the unwillingness of the resentful spirit before it dissipated.
Immediately afterwards, resentful spirits of different sizes condensed out of thin air and appeared around him. Without even looking at him, they rushed towards Li Changshou and others.
But as expected, these resentful spirits were ultimately unable to withstand the many monks and were scattered one by one.
It seemed that the death of the resentful spirit triggered greater resentment between heaven and earth, and it suddenly started to rain.
The light rain was pattering, but after a few breaths, it turned into a heavy rain, and the big raindrops hit the muddy ground with a crackling sound.
The smell of dust and water vapor flew and splashed on Zhao Wujiang's robe.
"Zhao Wuyang, you can't escape!"
Not far away from the misty rain, Li Changshou shouted angrily.
The figures of everyone in the rain curtain became increasingly clear.
Zhao Wujiang was almost exhausted and had no words.
A thunder exploded in the pouring rain, and he stepped on the thunder again and walked away.
One resentful spirit appeared in the rain, one after another, with the totem of the mythical beast Zoyu almost on its forehead.
These resentful spirits came one after another, blocking everyone's pursuit of Zhao Wuhuang.
Everyone's movement was blocked and they kept cursing and shouting.
Zhao Wujiang went smoothly and was about to reach the 31st level of Lotus Heaven.
But he suddenly groaned, and the deep purple and red soul blood trickled out from his mouth and nose, and his eyes became a little blurry for a moment.
In the distance, Li Changming's face was full of resentment, and there was blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and his aura was quite weak.
The Li family's technique of cause and effect was hard to guard against, so he forcibly exchanged injuries with Zhao Wuhuang, just to slow down Zhao Wuhuang's pace.
"Zhao Wuyan, I told you, you can't escape!" He laughed loudly.
Zhao Wujiang wiped away the blood and rainwater on his mouth and nose. He couldn't help laughing even in the heavy rain. He didn't know whether he was laughing with anger or mocking with pity:
"How much resources have you enjoyed from the Li family, so you are working so hard?"
