Chapter 1205: Double pupils at the bottom of the pool
boom!
Demonic Zhuo Wen's face changed slightly. He was in mid-air. With a twist of his waist, Taimo's war energy surged out, trying to escape from the blood pool. Unfortunately, the power of Cangdie tightly restrained his whole body.
Making it difficult for him to twist at all.
Whoosh whoosh!
Branches like blood vessels burst out from the blood pool, like countless tentacles, entangling the demon Zhuo Wen, making it difficult for him to break free.
Bang!
The sound of falling into the water resounded loudly, and immediately the demon Zhuo Wen was pulled directly into the blood pool by the countless blood vessel branches. For a moment, Zhuo Wen only felt that his eyes were full of blood. In addition to the boundless blood, his eyes were full of blood.
There is no color anymore.
Tsk tsk tsk!
A stream of bloody vortexes rolled up from the blood pool, like boiling water, looking extremely frightening and terrifying. The warehouse disc was silently suspended above the blood pool, looking at the figure of the demon Zhuowen who was submerged in the blood pool,
There was a cruel look in his eyes.
"You have to get the Taimo Fighting Energy, and you can't take away the Taimo Fighting Technique on your body." Cang Die murmured in a low voice, his dark eyes filled with blazing color.
"The demonic clone was thrown into the sacrificial blood pool by Cang Dishe."
In the groove of the passage, Zhuo Wen spitted out a mouthful of blood, his face slightly pale and authentic.
"The power of this sacrificial blood pool is quite good. It can actually affect your demonic clone. However, I am afraid that it is not possible to refine your demonic clone." On Zhuo Wen's shoulder, Xiao Hei said with a slightly solemn voice.
Zhuo Wen nodded. After all, the demonic clone was transformed by the demonic eye. If it was so easily refined by the sacrificial blood pool, wouldn't it mean that it would lose its reputation as a fighting Buddha and demon saint?
At this moment, in the blood pool, Demon Zhuowen slowly opened his eyes, and strange black and red light burst out from his eyes. The surrounding bloody vortex squeezed Demon Zhuowen in a high-speed rotation,
But it was unable to cause much harm to him, because Zhuo Wen mobilized the Taimo fighting energy in his body to surround him, completely blocking the erosion of the surrounding bloody vortex.
"There are too many bloody whirlpools in this sacrificial blood pool, and the devil's fighting energy cannot be sustained for too long. We have to find a way to escape from this blood pool."
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, looking around at the endless blood around him, with a look of dejection in his eyes. Most of his power was imprisoned by the warehouse disc, coupled with the countless blood vessels that burst out of the blood pool.
The branches wrapped around him, making Zhuo Wen's strength very weak. Let alone escaping from the blood pool, it was difficult for him to even move now.
Time passed slowly, and finally, the Taimo fighting spirit surrounding Zhuo Wen was broken. The rolling bloody vortex, like countless blood rays, eroded towards the demonic body of Demon Zhuo Wen, intending to completely stir it into pieces.
smash.
However, after all, the demon body is transformed from the demon eyes in the eyes of Buddha and demon. Although the sacrificial blood pool is powerful, it is really difficult to destroy the demon body. Although the demon body is so tough that even the blood pool cannot be destroyed, but
, the extreme pain caused by the bloody vortex stirring his body was clearly transmitted to Zhuo Wen's nerves.
"It's so painful..."
Zhuo Wen spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face became paler. Although the demon body could not be destroyed by the blood pool, the pain caused by the damage it suffered was actually transmitted to Zhuo Wen's nerves. This pain seemed to be all over the place.
The ant erosion of the heart is extremely violent.
Even though Zhuo Wen's will was extremely firm, he still roared out from the intense pain. His hands pressed against the wall left extremely deep marks on the wall, which shows the pain Zhuo Wen endured at this moment.
How strong it is.
"It seems that the influence of the two clones on you is not small." Looking at Zhuo Wen who was groaning in pain at this moment, Xiao Hei frowned slightly.
…
In the blood pool, the demon Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. Although he also felt the strong pain, he was a demon cultivator. The only thing in his eyes that remained unchanged was the indifference, and he would not show pain.
At most, it was just a slight frown.
When the demon Zhuowen was drifting in the blood pool, a pair of purple-black pupils appeared at the bottom of the blood pool. Through the endless blood, these pupils fell on the demon Zhuowen, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"The aura of Tai Mo's fighting spirit? This man has also practiced Tai Mo's battle tactics? Is this fate?"
A low and hoarse voice slowly resounded from the pair of purple-black pupils, lingering at the bottom of the blood pool.
The demon Zhuo Wen, who was originally drifting with the crowd, also heard the voice at the bottom of the blood pool. His pupils slightly condensed and he said in a deep voice: "Who is it?"
Whoosh!
There was a sound of water breaking, and then Zhuo Wen suddenly discovered that a pair of purple-black pupils appeared in front of him. These purple-black pupils were in the shape of double rings. If he looked at them at a glance, he would easily feel dizzy.
"Who are you?" Demonic Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes and stared at the pair of purple-black pupils with vigilance. He had not noticed the appearance of these pupils before.
These pupils did not pay attention to Zhuo Wen's question. They stared at Zhuo Wen and said calmly: "Where did you get your Taimo fighting energy and Taimo fighting tactics?"
Hearing this, Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes, showing a look of shock. How could these pupils suddenly ask such a question, and who is the owner of these pupils? The way they appeared was really weird.
"Your body is really strong. You were not even damaged in this sacrificial blood pool. But this is not the place to talk. Come with me."
The pair of purple-black pupils glanced at Zhuo Wen, and then a purple-black energy enveloped Zhuo Wen. Zhuo Wen wanted to resist, but found that the purple-black energy was too huge and he was not allowed to have any
of resistance.
Whoosh!
Soon, Zhuo Wen was carried away by this powerful force and swept towards the bottom of the blood pool.
At the bottom of the blood pool, there is a vacuum zone of about half a mile. The reason why it is called a vacuum zone is mainly because this half-mile area is shrouded by a semicircular light mask, and the surrounding blood water
, are basically blocked from the outside by this semicircular light mask, and cannot enter within the half-meter range at all.
Whoosh!
These purple and black pupils soon led Zhuo Wen into the light barrier. The moment his feet landed on the ground, Zhuo Wen found that the imprisonment on his body also disappeared, and then his attention fell on the person in front of him.
Double purple and black pupils on the body.
However, the purple-black eyes did not look at Zhuo Wen, but turned into a purple-black stream of light and landed in the center of this area, where a rickety figure sat quietly.
"Kaihun?"
Zhuo Wen's eyes first fell on the purple-black pupils floating above the figure, and then he focused on the rickety figure under the pupils. How could he not see that the purple-black pupils that brought him here were
The armored soul of this rickety figure.
However, although the aura of the rickety figure in front of him is quite powerful, there is a trace of death lingering on his body, as if this figure may lose its life at any time.
The semicircular light mask above this vacuum zone is also supported by this rickety figure, so that the blood and water around it cannot penetrate into it.
The rickety figure slowly turned around, revealing an old face full of wrinkles, and in this old face, there was also a faint wisp of dark aura, which looked extremely strange and terrifying.
"Poison?" Looking at the wisps of black energy on the face of the rickety old man, Zhuo Wen's pupils shrank slightly and he whispered in surprise.
"Haha! Sit down."
The rickety old man waved his sleeves, and suddenly a stone table and two stone benches appeared in front of him. He sat on a stone bench calmly, pointed to the stone bench opposite with his right hand, and said to Zhuo Wen
.
Although his heart was full of doubts, Zhuo Wen still followed the old man's instructions and sat across from him. He stared at the old man with cautious eyes and asked softly: "Senior, who is..."
When Zhuo Wen said it, he realized that he didn't know what to call the rickety old man in front of him.
"Haha! You call me Mr. Mo. I don't know what to call me, little friend?" Mr. Mo coughed lightly and smiled at Zhuo Wen.
"Zhuo Wen!" Zhuo Wen did not hide his name and said calmly.
The rickety old man in front of me seems to be trapped in this pool of blood, but I don't know his identity. Could it be that he has something to do with the Cangdish?
"Zhuowen? That's a good name." Mr. Mo praised him, and then he was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment of pause, he continued: "The Taimo Battle Qi and the Taimo Battle Technique are the ones you got from Duobao."
Obtained from the two demon statues in the pavilion?"
Hearing this, Zhuo Wen's pupils shrank and his eyes were fixed on Mr. Mo. Zhuo Wen's heart was full of doubts. He also did not expect that this old man would actually know about the location of Tai Mo's battle energy and Tai Mo's battle tactics. Could it be that this
Were these two things placed in Duobao Pavilion by this old man? Then who is this old man?
"Don't be too surprised. Just as you thought, the Demonic Fighting Qi and the Demonic Fighting Technique were exactly what I placed among the demon statues at both ends of the entrance to Duobao Pavilion." Mr. Mo admitted it openly.
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"So, who are you? And why do you exist in this sacrificial blood pool?" Zhuo Wen frowned slightly and said to Mr. Mo.
But Mr. Mo smiled, with a cold look in his eyes: "Because someone wants to use this sacrificial blood pool to completely refine me and take my power for his own use. This sacrificial blood pool exists here.
It’s been nearly a hundred years.”
"Has it existed for nearly a hundred years? Could it be said that you, senior, have also been trapped at the bottom of this blood pool for nearly a hundred years?" Zhuo Wen stared blankly and said with a little surprise.
"Yes! The purpose of this sacrificial blood pool was originally established to refine me, but now you suddenly broke into this blood pool, and you have the aura of Taimo Qi, so I pulled you in
Came here." Mr. Mo nodded.
Hearing this, Zhuo Wen frowned slightly and immediately said: "Senior, the person who built this sacrificial blood pool is the remnant soul of the Lord of Demons. Is there any way you can escape from this blood pool?"
"The remnant soul of the Lord of the Demon? Damn, this guy Capricorn is really good at talking. He actually calls himself the remnant soul of the Lord of the Demon. He is such a shameless guy." Mr. Mo suddenly stood up with a gloomy face and shouted angrily.