The heavenly blood was baptized under the ground of Gelu Mountain, wrapped in a bloody miasma.
Under the guidance of the elders of the battlefield, Lin Jingzhe and several other corpse slaves walked through the underground, walked through hundreds of underground stairs, and finally arrived at a spacious underground world.
This underground world is about the size of two million burial mounds. The surrounding rocks are dark red and emit a light red light. This red light makes the originally dark underground world become brighter.
In the center of the space, there are more than a dozen blood pools of various sizes with blood-red liquid. Among these blood pools, one is so large that at least a thousand people can lie in it side by side, and there is still room.
On the edge of the blood pool, dozens of white-bone skeletons were patrolling back and forth. They were several feet tall, holding bone knives, and they were powerful and eerie.
"Why are there still skeletons underground?" Lin Jingzhe was surprised. This was the first time he saw a skeleton, and he was indescribably shocked.
The skeletons seemed to have discovered Lin Jingzhe and his group, and they made sounds of baring their teeth.
When the battlefield elder raised a warrant, the warrant flew into the air and struck up a transparent barrier, and the skeletons became quiet.
It turned out that there was a transparent barrier on the periphery of the blood pool. If the barrier had not been opened by the elders of the battlefield, Lin Jingzhe would not have been able to even notice that there was another barrier here.
As the warrant was entered, a door appeared out of thin air.
Then the battlefield elder pointed to a blood pool not far away and said, "Go there and soak in it. After half a stick of incense has passed, walk out on your own."
The corpse slaves seemed to understand his voice and took steps forward.
Lin Jingzhe followed suit and followed them towards the blood pool.
He didn't know whether the blood pool had any effect on him, but it was said that the blood pool could improve the quality of the physical body, so he naturally wanted to try it, maybe it would really be useful to him.
The closer he got to the blood pool, the stronger the bloody smell that hit his nostrils became. It was so thick that it immediately surprised Lin Jingzhe. The surprise also made him wonder whether the blood in the blood pool was real blood. If it was real blood, would he really Want to soak?
But now it’s hard to get off, and it’s impossible not to soak.
"Ho ho ho." Several corpse slaves roared. They were very sensitive and excited about blood.
As several corpse slaves stepped into the blood pool one after another, and their heads were gradually flooded with red blood, Lin Jingzhe could only bite the bullet and step into the blood pool.
Gulu, Gulu.
A lot of foam emerged from the blood pool, and there was even a trace of blood-red mist.
As soon as he stepped into the blood pool, Lin Jingzhe felt that he was wrapped in something sticky. Even though he was separated by clothes, he felt a little strange and uncomfortable.
Then, when the pool of water penetrated through his skin and into his body, he felt a heat passing through his skin and entering his body.
This feeling became more and more obvious, and when thousands of pores were filled with hot air, he gradually realized that the torture had begun.
The influx of hot air is not fatal. What is fatal is that at the same time as the hot air enters along the millions of pores, there seems to be a yin and cold breath entering the body along the blood, but the real purpose of this yin and cold air is not for oneself. This body is the sea of consciousness.
Lin Jingzhe immediately felt a blood-red ghost appear in his sea of consciousness, and even heard a weird and strange laughter: "It's the breath of a living person? What's going on, those mud-legged people from the Heavenly Corpse Sect?" Son, are you willing to sacrifice a living person?"
Lin Jingzhe heard his voice and quickly echoed in the sea of consciousness: "Who are you?"
"Jie, Jie, Jie, you don't need to know who I am as a sacrifice." The ghost made a strange cry and rushed towards Lin Jingzhe's central nervous system.
"I am not a sacrifice." Lin Jingzhe said in the sea of consciousness, and quickly used "Hongmeng Chaos Yin and Yang Ji" to summon the world of his own concept to suppress this ghost.
"Visions of heaven and earth?" The ghost voice was surprised, and then sneered, "With such a weak temperament, what can happen to the visions of heaven and earth summoned?"
After the blood-red ghost shadow finished speaking, it used its body skills to move to the middle of the world, opened its mouth and let out a ghostly howl like weeping.
"Sound Po!"
With a bang, the world summoned by Lin Jingzhe began to shake.
"I'll tell you that these visions of yours are just illusions. Let's see how many blows you can withstand."
After the red ghost finished speaking, he once again made a harsh sound of howling ghosts and wolves towards the vision of heaven and earth summoned by Lin Jingzhe.
boom!
This time, the vision of heaven and earth summoned by Lin Jingzhe finally couldn't withstand the sonic attack of the red ghost shadow, and collapsed into the invisible.
"Sword Intent of the Four Seasons, kill!" Lin Jingzhe immediately summoned the Sword Intent of the Four Seasons and slashed the red ghost shadow.
"Intent? Is this the aura of the sword?" The red ghost was slightly startled, "So what, I was born in this pool of blood, and your sword intent cannot hurt me."
After the red ghost finished speaking, he rushed towards the four slashing sword intents.
If what he said was true, those four sword intentions were useless to him.
Seeing this, Lin Jingzhe could only use the sword of "death" to kill the red ghost.
"The breath of death?" Ghost Shadow said in surprise: "I like the breath of death, but I'm also curious, how did you understand your death sword intention?"
After the red ghost finished speaking, the sword of death had already struck it, but this time it was different from the four swords that could at least penetrate his body. The sword of death was actually swallowed directly by him.
"Jie Jie Jie, do you have any other tricks? If not, I will just devour you." The red ghost made a strange cry and was about to pounce on you.
"You want to swallow my soul and take over my body?" Lin Jingzhe asked.
"It can be understood that way." Ghost Shadow said with a smile: "The body of a living person is naturally much better than the corpses that have lost their souls."
"But you seem to be a little too confident when you set your sights on me." After Lin Jingzhe finished speaking, the Mirror of Creation of All Things that had been stored in the sea of consciousness flew over.
"Human, are you stimulated? Are you still looking at yourself in the mirror at this time?"
"You'll know if you're stimulated or not by looking in the mirror." After Lin Jingzhe finished speaking, the mirror began to float with red ghosts as he moved it.
Lin Jingzhe had no idea whether the creation realm of all things could take away this red ghost. Although he knew that it was extremely easy for a mirror to deal with ordinary ghosts, he didn't know if it would be useful to the blood spirit born in the blood pool. .
"A broken mirror can take away my blood spirit, which has been born for thousands of years. What a fool's dream." Just as the red ghost finished speaking, a ray of light suddenly lit up on the mirror of creation. Wherever the ray of light passed, the red light avoid.
"What kind of broken mirror is this?" The red ghost figure also realized that this mirror was extraordinary, was startled, and mustered all its strength to send out a "sound break".
But before his sound could be heard, he felt the light shining on himself from the mirror, making him unable to move.
"What kind of mirror is this?" The red ghost had already felt panic and wanted to retreat for his life, but he couldn't move and couldn't even make a sound.
"The power of law?" After all, the red ghost has a thousand years of age. He naturally knows that only the power of law can cause harm to him, or even directly suppress him.
"Blood-Red Hell." When the red ghost figure found that it could not move, it suddenly resorted to dangerous moves, exhausted its cultivation, and used forbidden moves to make a living.
However, the creation state of all things did not let it go as expected. Suddenly, a strong suction force emerged. The suction force made the bloody ghost figure resistless, and was directly sucked into the mirror by the creation state of all things, and disappeared without a trace.
Lin Jingzhe Shihai main battlefield regained its calm.
After regaining his composure, he realized that his whole body was already covered in blood-red viscosity, and he was in extremely painful pain.
This kind of pain was even more uncomfortable than the pain caused when I broke through the cultivation level. It was like a sharp weapon was cutting off the body bit by bit, turning up countless pieces of flesh and blood, and then sprinkled with coarse salt, pickling it, or even pickling it. After making it, tens of thousands of ants were used to bite the wounds on the body.
This kind of pain is unforgettable for life, it hurts to the bone, and the soul feels trembling.
He gritted his teeth tightly and held on.
He didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that the elders standing by would find him.
Time passed like this, bit by bit, until the other four corpse slaves entered the blood pool, he was still holding on, because he was the top one, so he still needed to soak in the blood water for half an hour.
The time it takes to burn a stick of incense is unbearable. If you have to soak in it for half an hour, it won't just kill you.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he sat cross-legged in the blood pool and used Hongmeng Chaos Yin and Yang to get rid of distracting thoughts and try to forget the pain.
What he did was actually the right thing to do, because after he tried this, he gradually found that the pain was not that bad anymore, and he also felt that his cultivation aura was improving step by step.
Finally, half an hour later, he discovered that he had reached the late stage of foundation establishment from the middle stage of foundation establishment.
In just one month, he went directly from the middle stage of foundation building to the late stage, which is unprecedented and unprecedented.
At this time, when he was still thinking about continuing to comprehend, the voice of the battlefield elder came to his ears: "Time is enough, come up."
Lin Jingzhe reluctantly stood up from the blood pool. Only then did he realize that the thick blood-colored blood pool had become much darker.
When he passed in front of the elder of the battlefield, the elder of the battlefield couldn't help but glance at him. This glance seemed to reveal his depth.
But the art of stealing the sky and changing the sun that Lin Jingzhe practiced is so powerful. After all, even Nascent Soul can hide it, let alone you, a pill-forming monk, how can you tell the difference.
When the formation elder saw that he could not discern his depth, he withdrew his gaze and led the way, leading the five corpse slaves out of the range of the blood pool formation.
At this time, Zhao Ling'er, who had been baptized in a blood pool in another place, was also brought over by a battlefield elder.
After the elders brought her over, they turned around and left, leaving Zhao Ling'er to adopt her own corpse slave.
Zhao Ling'er recognized Lin Jingzhe at a glance, and she shouted softly: "Brother, come here."
Seeing that the person coming was a girl, the elder of the battlefield asked doubtfully: "Is he your corpse slave?"
"Yes, elder." Zhao Ling'er responded respectfully.
The battlefield elder glanced at her a few more times and said, "Are you the sect master's wife's new disciple?"
"Yes, the sect master's wife is my master."
"Oh." The battlefield elder nodded and said, "Follow me, I will take you out."
"Yes, elder." Zhao Ling'er walked behind him obediently.
The battlefield elders said nothing and led the way.
After a stick of incense was burned, a group of four corpses and three people walked through hundreds of steps and reached the ground.
After reaching the ground, the elders of the battlefield walked through the stairs again and returned to the underground.
After the baptism of heavenly blood, Zhao Ling'er took Lin Jingzhe to "Leng Yuan Spring". After the two fell into Leng Yuan Spring to wash away the blood stains, they returned to the official residence of the sect master's wife under the leadership of Qing Yun Ke.
Leng Yuan Spring is a pool for disciples and corpse slaves to wash away blood stains, but the strange thing is that no matter how much blood stains this pool, it will not become turbid...
