When Zhuo Wen was observing the fire camp, he suddenly discovered something different. He jumped into the fire camp. The fire camp was very deep and was surrounded by black burning residue.
As soon as Zhuo Wen fell down, he felt that the surrounding light seemed to disappear, and it was pitch black, and the surrounding air was also eerie, as if someone was blowing on you.
Zhuo Wen didn't pay attention. He came to the deep corner of the fire camp, removed a large black stone, and found a diamond-shaped fire-red crystal underneath.
Inside the crystal, a cluster of flames as bright as blood was still beating, as if it had been beating for countless years.
"This...could it be the fire of the Red Blood Flame?"
Zhuo Wen pinched the diamond-shaped crystal with two fingers of his right hand, lifted it up, and observed it carefully.
The little fire, as red as blood, was beating gently in the dark environment, looking strange and weird.
But Zhuo Wen's face, reflected in the blood light, showed a look of surprise.
The red blood flame is the lost flame, the legendary divine fire.
Zhuo Wen had seen the legend about the red blood flame in ancient books. It was rumored that this flame could only exist in the sky and was one of the miracles that fell from the ancient stars.
The power of the red blood flame is extremely terrifying. Once it appears, it is a terrifying thing that can destroy everything. In the hundreds of realms outside the world, this thing has always been regarded as a taboo and a disaster.
Zhuo Wen did not expect that he would find the red blood flame fire in this ancient beacon. This thing has not appeared in hundreds of millions of years outside the world.
And from the location where the red blood flames were left, it can be seen that the red blood flames were used to light beacons back then? How extravagant is this to use this kind of flame as a beacon?
However, this can also be seen from the side, how powerful and terrifying the creatures in the Hundred Realms Outside the World were in the long past. If now, no one in the Hundred Realms outside the World would just use the red blood flame as a beacon.
After all, if one is not careful, this thing will cause endless blood disasters, and even the owner may be destroyed. And the monks of that era should have the method to control the red blood flame, so they brought the red blood flame.
use.
Zhuo Wen put away the red-blooded fireworks seeds with a smile on his face. This ruins is indeed extraordinary. As soon as he entered, he harvested the lost treasure of red-blooded fireworks seeds.
If this red blood flame can really be cultivated, even the strong men in the Great Free Realm will not be able to stop it.
Zhuo Wen plans to slowly study the red blood flame after leaving the Wujin Mountains. It is best to use this fire for his own use, which will undoubtedly make his combat power further.
Cack!
Suddenly, from the depths of the pitch-black fire camp, a series of penetrating voices came.
The sound was not loud, but it resounded and echoed clearly in the darkness. It was still far away at first, but in an instant it seemed to be very close.
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stood up suddenly and looked at the place where the sound came from. Suddenly, the strange and penetrating sound suddenly stopped.
Zhuo Wen's brows were tightly knitted together. His consciousness scanned the entire bottom of the fire camp and found nothing.
"Am I hallucinating?"
Zhuo Wen laughed to himself, and when he was about to leave, the penetrating voice rang again.
Cack!
What makes Zhuo Wen even more horrified is that this weird sound is very close at hand, right behind Zhuo Wen, making a gurgling sound, like the sound of hell opening the door.
At the same time, there was a sinister breath flowing around Zhuo Wen's neck. It felt as if someone was breathing out on the back of his neck, and while exhaling, there was a gurgling sound.
"Are you pretending to be a ghost?"
Zhuo Wen's eyes turned cold, and he turned around suddenly and found that there was nothing behind him, but the cold breath on the back of his neck was still there, and something kept breathing on the back of his neck, which was eerie and strange.
Zhuo Wen kept turning around, but nothing existed at all, but the breath on the back of his neck became colder and colder. Even for him, the back of his neck began to feel stiff and numb.
"Could it be..."
Zhuo Wen thought of something, and his face suddenly became unpleasant. He suddenly looked up and saw a blurry and bloody face.
A pair of blood-soaked eyeballs still contained many maggots, and they were rotating strangely. It happened that the pupils replaced by maggots fell on the eyes that were focused on Zhuo Wen. Their eyes faced each other, and the atmosphere became strangely silent for a moment.
Zhuo Wen finally understood why no matter how he turned around, he couldn't find the thing breathing on the back of his neck. It turned out that the thing was lying on his back.
Roar!
The ferocious bloody face roared at Zhuo Wen, and the mouth full of fangs was actually filled with venomous snake heads. These venomous snake heads stared at Zhuo Wen and kept spitting out terrifying blood-red letters.
"roll!"
Zhuo Wen let out a loud shout, and the five claws of his right hand were like hooks, grabbing at his back, and pulled hard, and Zhuo Wen threw the weird thing out.
And Zhuo Wen finally knew why this ghost thing had been hanging on his back and he couldn't feel it. This thing had no weight at all. If it hadn't been thrown out by him, he thought he didn't have it in his hand.
What are you wearing?
After Zhuo Wen threw the thing out, it landed lightly on all fours.
Zhuo Wen finally saw clearly the true face of this ghost.
This ghost thing looks like an old woman, wearing a loose white dress, with disheveled hair, and its limbs are not like human beings, but more like beasts. It actually has sharp claws, and it looks very strange.
The old woman's back was arched high, as if she had a severe hunchback. At the spine of her arched back, sharp bone spurs broke out of the skin. The disgusting face dripping with blood and covered with maggots raised her head.
, looking at Zhuo Wen bitterly.wavv
Zhuo Wen's eyes were solemn. He didn't know what this ghost thing was, but he could feel a strong sense of crisis in it.
"Go up first and then talk!"
Zhuo Wen didn't want to get entangled with this ghost, so he stepped hard on the ground with his right foot and swept towards the upper exit.
However, the moment he arrived at the exit, countless dense gray-white hair appeared at the exit of the fire camp.
These hairs were densely intertwined, forming an airtight barrier that completely blocked the exit of the campground.
Originally, it was very dark inside the fire camp. Once covered by these weird hairs, the entire fire camp was so dark that one could not see his fingers.
Moreover, the inside of this fire camp was also very strange, and his spiritual consciousness was severely restricted. Zhuo Wen's spiritual consciousness could only detect an area of about ten feet around him.
Whoosh whoosh!
Suddenly, there was a strange noise around Zhuo Wen, and Zhuo Wen knew that the ghost had attacked him.
Tear!
Zhuo Wen barely escaped the blow, but a huge gash was made on his chest, and blood flowed out.
Fortunately, Zhuo Wen's recovery power is amazing. Although the wound was large, most of it was recovered within a short time.
"What the hell, do you think this can trap me?"
The coldness in Zhuo Wen's eyes grew stronger, and a blazing purple-gold light burst out between his eyebrows.
Then, streaks of purple-gold divine soul sword intent flew out from between his eyebrows, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of divine soul sword intent were shot out by him.
The originally dark surroundings were shrouded in purple-gold light in many places, and Zhuo Wen finally saw clearly that in addition to the burning residue at the bottom of the bonfire, there were piles of corpses...