The Blood Chaos Group has also gradually discovered that the more they gather together, the easier it is to produce a stronger aura, which will also attract more killing swords. In addition to the Blood Chaos clan of the third level of spiritual creation who can protect low-level people, Those who are in the realm, the rest are scattered and separated by a distance.
As for Fang Yingxing, he relied on the speed blessed by the power of starlight to run around with a large number of killing swords. At this moment, some blood chaos monks directly regarded him as a god of plague. He wanted to run away, but he couldn't outrun this guy. He just saw Fang Yingxing running away. After that, I was directly stabbed to the core.
Soon the area was filled with shouts and curses, and of course, it usually didn't last long before Fang Yingxing was favored.
However, to Fang Yingxing's expectation, the duration of the killing formation was not very long. Perhaps it was due to the wear and tear of the formation caused by its existence for too long, or maybe it was because a lucky person had activated the formation before. In any case, this killing array has disappeared.
But Fang Yingxing can definitely feel that there are still many people with better qualifications in the second and first level of spiritual creation who have survived. The most important thing is that the Blood Chaos tribesman in the third level of spiritual creation still has a strong aura!
He definitely couldn't escape if he ran. No matter how fast he was, he couldn't be faster than a third-level soul-creating monk.
At this moment, Fang Yingxing's mind was running rapidly. Finally, he had a flash of inspiration and immediately resorted to the most primitive but most effective method - pretending to be dead!
Fang Yingxing was definitely not unscathed in the killing array. He also had several bloody marks on his body from the killing sword, and the deepest blow even exposed his bones.
At this moment, he was smearing blood on his face and body, hiding his aura and stopping the beating of the meridians throughout his body. This was not the first time Fang Yingxing had used this trick.
When Shangguan Yan taught him this trick for the first time, he looked disgusted, saying that this skill was too frustrating and not fair at all. Later, he found out that it was because he was young. This trick of pretending to die could perfectly simulate the state of death. If his cultivation level was not high enough, it would not be obvious. He used this trick to avoid many crises in the future.
Sure enough... he was still too young at that time.
But in fact, he wouldn't use this trick easily. After all, he didn't know what the Blood Chaos tribe wanted to do to these human corpses. He didn't believe that the Blood Chaos tribe wanted them to be buried in peace.
After the Bloody Clan cursed a lot, they recovered for a while and then began to pick up human corpses on the ground, including very few similar corpses.
Fang Yingxing was naturally picked up. Although he was in suspended animation, his consciousness could still feel the outside world.
The person who lifted him up was a girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, who covered her face with a mask. Although she looked slim, she exuded a dangerous aura.
Fang Yingxing had paid attention to her before. At a young age, she had already reached the peak of the second level of spiritual creation. He easily shattered the killing sword and faintly overshadowed the third level Blood Chaos tribesman.
Her face was facing Fang Yingxing. For some reason, Fang Yingxing felt as if she had seen through him.
The girl touched Fang Yingxing's forehead with her fingers, and Fang Yingxing felt a small amount of energy entering his body. He tried his best to hide the secret of his eternal pupil, but the secret of the true spirit was still discovered by her.
The girl was obviously stunned for a moment, then lifted him up with one hand, "I want this blood slave, but it's a pity that it's dead. Otherwise, it would be more useful to make him a living blood slave."
Fang Yingxing was shocked. It turned out that he could understand the language of the Blood Rebellion clan.
By the way, Li Yu said that the origin of the Blood Chaos tribe seems to be separated from the human race, so the language of the Blood Chaos tribe may be similar to the human race, but maybe part of their own pronunciation has been formed over the long years, such as those Fierce greetings.
In this way, Fang Yingxing was forcibly carried by this bloody girl for three days and three nights, and was finally sent to a strange mountain. The reason why it was called strange was because its vegetation, metal and stones, and even the sharply chirping birds were all different. It's a deep blood color.
Fang Yingxing secretly guessed that this should be a stronghold of the Blood Rebellion Clan.
Entering the cave in the mountain, he was even more frightened. This was a frightening scene. The blood-colored cave exuded a strong smell of blood, which was disgusting. What he saw were piles of corpses, some of which were rotting and emitting an unpleasant stench. In the center of the cave, there was a huge head hanging on a thick branch, staring at this side with empty eye sockets.
There were dark red blood stains everywhere on the surrounding walls. He could feel the depression and fear in this place, as if there was a mysterious power lurking here.
In the depths of this cave, you seem to be able to hear some faint sounds, like wailing, crying, or some unknown language. The sounds are eerie.
Fang Yingxing was shocked and angry at the same time. These were human corpses, but they were rotting and disappearing in the alien stronghold. Some were refined into blood slaves, losing their last dignity and completely losing their minds, and could only obey the orders of the Blood Chaos clan.
The blood chaos tribe led them into the depths of the cave. As they went deeper, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the gloomy atmosphere became more and more terrifying.
After a burst of red light, they were led through a small door to a special space, and the most peculiar thing was a huge blood spring pool in the center of the space.
The spring water showed a rich blood color, as if it was dyed with blood. There is a rich spiritual energy surrounding the pool, which can even be compared to the light gate. However, this kind of aura has an unsettling aura that makes people feel creepy.
In the center of the blood spring pool, there was a huge head floating on the water, staring at the empty eye sockets, as if staring at himself. The lips of the head were slightly open, as if issuing some silent call. Around the head, there are some strange symbols floating, which are shining with mysterious light.
It can be seen that at the edge of the pool, there are some bone fragments scattered on the ground. These bone fragments exude a strong smell of death.
Then……
He was thrown in together with these human corpses.
The moment he came into contact with the blood spring pool, Fang Yingxing felt its essence. It was the most intense spiritual power of the water element, but it was infected by blood. The huge head was probably a powerful ancestor of the Blood Rebellion clan.
The bloody clan members walked out of this space one after another and sealed the door.
The last monk from the Blood Rebellion clan, who was at the third level of spiritual creation, muttered something. As soon as he closed the door, the runes in the blood fountain suddenly burst out with a violent red light.
Then countless blood-colored particles frantically impacted, collided, and hit him and the corpse hard in the pool water. He felt the pain in his flesh and blood.
This feeling was like polishing his body.
A few days later, Fang Yingxing could see that some of the corpses had been smashed into blood and bones, and some had been beaten to the point of deformation, almost losing their human form, but Fang Yingxing could feel that the deformed bodies were much stronger.
Only a small number of corpses can retain their shapes, and the bodies of those corpses are much stronger. Including himself, he could clearly feel that even he, under the blow of these blood-colored particles, became more tyrannical.
I see. Is this the selection and strengthening of blood slaves?
