In front of him was a curved lake, which looked extremely scarlet under the blood-red sky.
No, Feng Feiyang quickly rejected his idea, because the water in the lake does not turn red only when it is reflected.
To be precise, this itself is a lake of blood.
As soon as he reached in, Feng Feiyang felt that his hand was stuck.
This is a real blood lake, a lake made of blood.
It should be said that blood comes from the lake, and the blood color of the sky comes from the lake.
It should be accurate that the blood lake reflects the sky and appears blood-colored.
There was no variegated color around, and it was an environment made of blood. Even Feng Feiyang felt that the land under his feet was made of blood.
"Xing'er..." Feng Feiyang subconsciously thought of Feng Xing'er. In such an environment, not to mention Feng Xing'er, even a man like Feng Feiyang was a bit intrusive on the road.
Yang Ning was let down by Feng Feiyang, his eyes opened slightly, and the aura of life and death coexisted.
Only a trace of his mind poked out, constantly looking around.
Yang Ning found that the scene here was very similar to the scene he saw on the mountaineering road.
Blood is the only color, and no other colors can be seen. Under the heavy sky, there seems to be a distant war song playing, which is the scream of countless cultivators, which is the tragic and heroic scene of endless killing...
What kind of secret place is this? Yang Ning asked herself more than once.
Is it really related to that sword?
Yang Ning didn't know that at this moment, it was difficult for him to even move, let alone explore.
But somehow, Yang Ning felt that this bloody space seemed to be inextricably related to herself.
Yang Ning didn't know where this feeling came from, but it was very clear and made Yang Ning panic.
Because this space can be said to be devoid of any life, there is only a lake of blood, which is still made of blood.
"The jade ointment of blood is just below this blood lake." Liufeng stared at the blood lake for a long time.
"Brother, tell me what's the problem." Feng Feiyang was determined to go to the lake to find the blood jade ointment for Yang Ning.
"The Blood Lake, this space, is a test for our disciples of the Beixuan Sword Sect." Liufeng said it based on the Sword Sect's records.
"The blood lake looks unremarkable. It is just composed of blood. But when people go down, it will cause some indescribable changes." Liufeng said, and there was a slight change in his heart.
"Senior brother, just tell me what the changes are. I'm determined to find out." Feng Feiyang looked at Yang Ning without making any concessions.
Yang Ning's love for him was engraved in Feng Feiyang's heart.
Since Feng Feiyang joined Beixuan Sword Sect, his heart has gradually changed a lot, especially after practicing sword practice, Feng Feiyang has become more determined in his heart.
"The blood lake is made of blood. Where does the blood come from?" Liufeng asked.
"Blood?" Feng Feiyang was stunned and looked at Liu Feng, confused.
"Blood, especially a lake of blood like this, must not have been intentionally bled by someone. Then there is only one explanation left: fight and death."
"I don't know how this Bend Blood Lake was formed, but according to the sect's records, there is something ominous about this Bend Blood Lake, especially the illusions in it, which are very terrifying..."
Having said this, Liu Feng looked at Feng Feiyang and said: "So, this blood lake cannot be entered by those with a firm mind." Liu Feng carefully observed Feng Feiyang's expression, but did not find anything abnormal, and suddenly felt that he There seemed to be something wrong in my heart.
Perhaps only people like this can bring together some geniuses. Liufeng mentally sensed Yang Ning beside him, but he didn't feel what kind of magic power Yang Ning had on him, and why the people around him were treating him like this.
Liufeng is sure that Feng Feiyang knows about the Blood Lake. Maybe he doesn't know everything, but he definitely understands the degree of danger.
But Feng Feiyang still didn't flinch.
Even imperceptibly, Liufeng's heart gradually changed.
Liu Feng didn't know what Yang Ning's charm was, but within the few months of his brief contact, Liu Feng found that Yang Ning never seemed to have any selfish motives in treating others, and even Zhao Chunlei, who was always targeting him, Yang Ning didn't feel disgusted with.
Instead, give them opportunities everywhere.
Liu Feng didn't know how Yang Ning was able to force back the giant python with one sword yesterday, but Liu Feng knew that he couldn't stop Yang Ning's sword, let alone Zhao Chunlei.
"Senior brother, please watch for me from above while I go down." The white clothes are flying like snow in the wind, which is particularly conspicuous in this bloody space, and even adds a bit of dusty flavor.
A faint sword intention gradually formed along with the white clothes.
Feng Feiyang was just a simple cultivator in the past. Perhaps because of the power of the Feng family, his strength was good, but compared with others at the same level, he could only be said to be unworldly. But with the spread of this sword intention, Liu Feng and even Yang Ning had to take a closer look.
"Brother Feiyang, be careful." Feng Xing'er said with a pale face and concern.
"Yes." Feng Feiyang nodded, stretched out his body, and like a light dragon, jumped up from the bloody ground and jumped into the blood lake.
flutter!
There was a soft sound, but there was no water splash. Even this soft sound was caused by people entering the lake and breaking the blood-colored lake surface. There were no ripples, and the blood lake remained calm.
Feng Xing'er looked at the calm lake with a worried look on her face, caring about her lover, hoping to see her figure.
But the blood lake is opaque, and even the mind cannot be detected.
Everything is full of unknowns.
Boom!
There was a sudden sound, like the beating of war drums, that resounded through the sky.
"What's the sound?" Feng Xing'er asked Liufeng uneasily.
"These are various images from the Blood Lake." Liufeng explained.
boom!
It seems to come from the distant sky, breathtaking.
People's hearts are filled with fighting spirit because of this sound.
This is a sound coming from space, which makes people's hearts tremble.
"Could it be that Brother Feiyang has touched the illusion?" Feng Xing'er's face was filled with worry.
Feng Feiyang was proud, and Feng Xing'er knew very well that although she and Yang Ning were both from Qingming Town, Feng Feiyang's elegant character would not leave any favors, especially since they had opposing positions in the past.
My brother Feiyang did this just to repay Yang Ning for his help yesterday.
Lighting the divine fire can be said to be a crucial step for a cultivator, and it can even determine the peak a cultivator can reach.
Since yesterday, Feng Feiyang has been running all the way because of the outbreak of Yang Ning's heart-traveling poison. He has not explained too much to himself, but judging from the performance of his brother Feiyang, he must have benefited a lot, otherwise his brother Feiyang would not be like this. Desperately.
Brother Feiyang, I hope you can come back safely. Feng Xinger prayed in her heart.
Except for the sound of bursts of war drums, the bloody space was very calm, as if the wind was flying into the lake. There was only this change and nothing else.
But the good times didn't last long.
Suddenly, the blood in the sky seemed to come alive.
"kill……"
A distant war song suddenly played.
It was a war song that sounded from the depths of the soul, making people unable to calm down, making their blood boil, and resonating.
The figures all over the sky are filled with the aura of old age, running, fighting, and bleeding...
It seems like an endless melody, with the sound of drums, the sky is dark and the earth is dark...
"very scary……"
Liufeng subconsciously placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.
Feng Xing'er completely forgot about her prayers, her face instantly turned pale, even her delicate body was trembling, she couldn't help but want to bow down.
"Is this an illusion?"
Yang Ning was also murmuring, staring at the image of the sky, wondering if he was seeing it clearly.
But Yang Ning was sure that the space here was absolutely inextricably linked to the sword he saw that day.
What is the connection between the two? Yang Ning didn't know that while his soul was trembling, he was also struggling to resist the sound of drums in the sky.
"kill……"
The blood in the sky dyed the earth red.
The power vented everywhere soaked the space.
The sky is dark and the earth is dark, the sun and moon have no light...
What kind of war is this?
The sky and the earth turned bloody, bleeding was everywhere, ferocious beasts fell, full of unwillingness. The most powerful men were annihilated, and the sand was stained with blood...
Ripples gradually appeared on the calm lake surface, and the ripples seemed to express the brutality of the battle in the sky.
The ancient and mysterious power is vented everywhere, making people's souls unable to calm down for a long time.
Metal clashes, emitting earth-shaking power, destroying their opponents. The bright light tore apart his enemies.
"ah……"
Suddenly, Liufeng roared loudly, unsheathed the spiritual sword in his hand, and swung it towards the bloody sky.
"do not come……"
Liufeng roared...
As if he saw an indescribable scene, he drew his sword angrily.
"what happened?"
Under Feng Xing'er's beautiful face, she couldn't believe it, let alone act rashly.
"Quick, stick to your heart, don't look at the visions in the sky..."
Yang Ning struggled hard and roared. His mind was in a trance, and he felt a burst of magic power, eroding his mind and wiping out his soul.
very scary……
Boom!
Everlasting...
The whole world seemed to have become a battlefield of killing.
The cry of killing broke through the sky.
A god-like being is falling, and the heaven and earth are mourning.
A sword flew from the sky, its blood was unusually red...
Is this a real killing?
Yang Ning didn't know, but there was a trace of confusion in her eyes.
Such a terrible soul penetration made Yang Ning tremble.
In two lifetimes, I have never experienced such a bloody scene.
In Yang Ning's sea of consciousness, a sudden and earth-shattering sound of rupture came out.
puff……
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
The dark brown blood is particularly eye-catching.
Black deathly energy, like a violent storm, surged into Yang Ning's brow.
"Yang Ning, what's wrong with you?" Feng Xing'er didn't know what to do anymore, because the death aura on Yang Ning was too terrifying, making people afraid to approach him easily.
"No...don't worry about me..." Yang Ning's voice was hoarse, and the aura of death had enveloped his head.
Suddenly, a holy breath emanated from Yang Ning's body.
"Holy medicine?" Feng Xing'er shouted subconsciously, almost unable to believe her eyes.
A holy flower slowly rose from Yang Ning's body, covering Yang Ning and absorbing the surrounding death energy.
Xi Di Manzhu finally took the initiative to protect the Lord at this critical moment and prevented the spread of death.
The poison in the heart finally became a climate and completely exploded at this moment.
Eroding Yang Ning's vitality.
The Manzhu on the ground exudes a holy brilliance, like a sleeping beauty. The lazy petals pour out sacred power and try their best to protect Yang Ning's vitality.
The white light is like a divine chain of order, pouring out, resisting the blood around it.
