The thick black fog covered the entire abyss, and the harsh roar and endless coldness made the entire abyss look like it was leading to the underground Shura purgatory, which made people feel heart-stopping.┃26nbsp;┃
Pushing aside the thick fog in front of you, waves of coldness linger around you like sharp knives, making you feel like you are wandering between extreme ice, and the feeling of death is constantly eroding your soul like a tide.
If he could, if he could, Yang Zhengyu would never come back here again, because this was a nightmare that he could never erase. Here he gained infinite power, but also lost the most basic things.
"Why do you want to come back here?" In the black mist, Yang Zhengyu's whole body was filled with thick blood mist, and he seemed to be talking to himself.
"Humph, it's just wishful thinking!" There was no sound in the air, but Yang Zhengyu still talked to himself, with a look of disdain on his face.
But just as Yang Zhengyu was controlling his body to fly downward, his whole body suddenly shook, and he let out a heart-piercing scream, and immediately collapsed in the thick black mist.
After a while, Yang Zhengyu stood up slowly, but what was strange was that his face did not show the pain just now, but instead had a happy smile, as if some kind of prank had succeeded, and his smile was very evil.
"Believe me, I'm right. This is the key to unifying Zhongzhou!" The voice talking to himself came again, but the tone of his voice seemed to be very different from before.
Black mist filled Yang Zhengyu's side. Yang Zhengyu frowned and released his spiritual thoughts, turning the red aura around him to drive away some of the black mist, and then accelerated towards the depths of the abyss.
The abyss seemed to go straight to the ground. After several hours of flight, Yang Zhengyu was still in the black mist, but the wailing around him became more shrill and the surrounding temperature became colder.
He really couldn't understand how he passed through this black mist when he jumped off the cliff. Not to mention the depth of the abyss to the ground, even this cold black mist was definitely not something that ordinary monks could withstand.
What's more, at that time, I was just a monk whose spiritual roots had been abolished.
Time passed little by little, and when the black mist became a little thinner, a hint of excitement suddenly flashed in Yang Zhengyu's eyes, and his speed became a little faster.
"Pounce!" A soft sound came, Yang Zhengyu rushed out of the black fog, and then stood in the air, looking down, a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth. Yes, this is it, this is the source of his strength, blood
Emperor's tomb!
The Blood Emperor's Tomb is one of the Four Emperors. It is the place where the Blood Emperor rests. The entire abyss is bottomless. Behind the black mist is a vast independent space. Here there is only a vast sea of blood, and in the sea of blood,
A lonely black island emerged from the sea, making the whole thing look even more weird.
Looking at the endless sea of blood under his feet, Yang Zhengyu moved and flew towards the island in the center of the sea.
The island is very simple. There is only a dark stone monument and a circular altar. The rest is black rocks and nothing else.
Not long after, Yang Zhengyu slowly floated to the island, and the hard but warm touch of black rock came under his feet.
Lifting his feet and walking towards the center of the island, he saw a huge black stone tablet appearing in front of him. Yang Zhengyu was very familiar with this stone tablet, because it was this stone tablet that he knew about the Blood Emperor's life experience and the immortal legend.
.
Arriving in front of the stone tablet, Yang Zhengyu stretched out his hand and gently stroked the stone tablet for a while. The huge and simple words on the stone tablet were as sharp as a sharp blade, vigorous and powerful, revealing the peerless pride of who could compete with him.
Reciting the words on the stone tablet gently, Yang Zhengyu's face flashed with excitement. When will he be able to master the power of the sky and control the universe like the Great Emperor?
Whenever Yang Zhengyu sees the stone tablet, he can't help but have this thought. This is why he still reads the words on the stone tablet lightly after seeing it countless times.
His fingers moved gently along with the words, and Yang Zhengyu kept stroking the words like a sick person, looking very weird.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Zhengyu retracted his hand with great reluctance, looked at the stone monument with regret on his face, and then walked towards the round red altar behind the stone monument.
The altar is high and huge, with ancient characters engraved on it. It covers an area of more than a thousand square meters. Under the reflection of the black fog and the boundless sea of blood, it exudes a strange divine light.
Step by step on the stone platform, Yang Zhengyu looked around, and then walked towards a protrusion in the middle of the stone platform.
When Yang Zhengyu came to the protruding place, he looked at the several round holes on the ground and smiled lightly. This was the purpose of his coming. In the past, because of his lack of cultivation, he did not dare to enter the real Tomb of the Blood Emperor rashly.
Tomb, and today, it’s finally time to make improvements.
"Are you ready?" Yang Zhengyu whispered to himself again and whispered into the air, but there was still no sound in the air.
"Haha, okay, since you all want to know the secret inside, why are you hesitating? Let's get started!"
After saying this, Yang Zhengyu looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, then stretched out his hand to grab the air, and a red mist floated out. In the red mist, several small red flags suddenly appeared, and Yang Zhengyu held them tightly in his hands.
Holding a small flag in his hand, Yang Zhengyu looked ferocious, and the red mist around him was steaming like blood, echoing the surrounding sea of blood.
"Get up!" Yang Zhengyu shouted loudly, and his shot was like lightning. A small flag was stably inserted into the small hole like lightning. A red light suddenly rose up and turned into a dazzling blood light that shot straight into the clouds and disappeared into the thick black.
In the fog.
The blood light disappeared into the black mist. The black mist rolled violently for a few times and then fell into silence.
Yang Zhengyu raised his head and looked at the black fog in the sky. When he found nothing unusual, he reached out and grabbed the second small flag, then waved the small flag and inserted it into the hole. In an instant, another streak of blood rushed into the black fog, but this time the black fog,
The rolling became more violent, and the wailing in the air became clearer.
"Haha, it's really interesting!" Yang Zhengyu saw Heiwu's actions and chuckled lightly. Then without any hesitation, he picked up the small flag in his hand and inserted it into the holes one by one. For a moment, blood flew everywhere and Heiwu went crazy.
The steaming water filled the field with howls, and the sound was terrifying.
In the blink of an eye, only the last small flag was left in Yang Zhengyu's hand, but Yang Zhengyu stopped moving because he knew that once he entered the Blood Emperor's tomb, there would be no chance of turning around, and he could only leave it to fate whether he would live or die.
But if you want to get what's inside, you have to risk your life.
The choice between life and death only took a moment. After a moment, Yang Zhengyu suddenly looked condensed, with a hint of evil on his face, and immediately shouted loudly: "If you don't succeed, you will be benevolent. I don't believe you can keep me!"
After saying this, Yang Zhengyu roared, tightly holding the handle of the small flag with both hands, then jumped up high and thrust it fiercely into the hole.
"Ka...ka..." When the small flags were completely submerged into the hole, a clicking sound suddenly came from the entire platform, and then several small flags automatically moved without wind. A moment later, a red light burst out, turning into a red beam of light that shot straight into the sky.
The black mist hit the red light pillar that burst out, rolling around crazily. Red figures screamed in the black mist and were then sucked into the light pillar.
The light beam became redder and redder, and more and more figures were sucked out of the black mist. After a while, the originally smooth light beam was no longer smooth, and twisted human faces were closely arranged on the light beam, looking hideous.
terror.
At this moment, the endless sea of blood made a roaring sound, breaking the original silence. The entire ocean was seen rolling violently, and countless huge waves rose into the sky, as if they were roaring from the sea god, surging.
Yang Zhenyu stood on the platform, staring at everything with his eyes. The red mist around him kept flowing, and he was fully focused.
"Ka...ka..." The clicking sound sounded again, and the island under my feet began to shake with the ups and downs of the sea water and the transpiration of the black mist. The clicking sounds became more and more intensive, and the island shook more and more violently, and just like that,
At this moment, the red beam of light with a human face next to him suddenly exploded.
Countless figures scattered in all directions like birds breaking out of a cage, but these figures were not flying randomly, but swinging gently and rhythmically, and a sense of chilling suddenly appeared in the air.
Strong pressure swept through every pore of Yang Zhengyu. He stared nervously at the figures flying around, his palms covered with cold sweat. Although he knew that opening the Blood Emperor's tomb would inevitably lead to strange phenomena, everything in front of him seemed to be beyond his control.
range of imagination.
Suddenly, countless figures stopped swinging. They laughed strangely at Yang Zhengyu on the ground, and then let out bursts of shrill wails that pierced the eardrums, turning into red lights and rushing toward the sea.
The figure's actions made Yang Zhengyu's hair stand on end. He also grabbed a weapon in his hand, ready to fight at any time.
But when he saw the figures flying into the sea, he became a little confused. He didn't know what these figures were going to do, and what the sinister smile towards him meant.
However, Yang Zhengyu no longer had time to think about this problem, because when countless figures rushed into the sea, the water became more turbulent, and the island shook more and more violently.
Amidst the roar of the sea of blood, huge waves surged into the sky. Countless huge waves rose up to the sky, and at the same time, the sound of waves hitting the sea became deafening.
Suddenly, the seawater suddenly began to spin, and then it spun faster and faster. A huge whirlpool of ten thousand meters appeared in the center of the blood sea. Under the huge whirlpool, countless figures were slowly floating out of the sea dragging a giant door.
When the giant door appeared in mid-air, a trace of ancient prehistoric aura rushed towards the face, like a hurricane sweeping across the entire world, giving people the terrifying aura of death.
The giant door was slowly lifted into the air, and countless figures laughed sinisterly again. Then they devoured each other and combined with each other, gradually forming two giant red hands and pushing hard against the giant door.
The giant door slowly opened, making a dull rumbling sound. The terrifying aura of death lingered in the entire space the moment the giant door opened. Even a monk as strong as Yang Zhengyu, who was in the alchemy stage, almost lost his feet and collapsed on the ground.
on the platform.
Looking at the dark world in the giant door, Yang Zhengyu swallowed hard, and then moved a few steps hesitantly. But after a moment, a look of cruelty suddenly appeared on Yang Zhengyu's face, and he patted him hard.
Then he shouted and rushed towards the giant door...
