The third realm is at the bottom of the Netherworld Blood Lake.
As a wave of space fluctuations occurred, a warrior named Dragon Subduing City appeared from an exit of the passage.
After a while, Gu Xuan and his party, a total of more than 2,600 people, all gathered.
The poor and fearful man was in a very happy mood.
Although in the end he was not able to make tea with the ground clam shell of the Netherworld Devouring Clam, but in the end, the clam that broke his "Star Escape Technique" was killed by Gu Xuan.
He also let out a bad breath.
As for the two Tongxuan Lingbao, although I feel a little heartbroken, after all, it is difficult for me to use them.
It's worth using them to exchange for the life of that damn giant clam.
If he hadn't seen Gu Xuan's face, which was still a little pale, the saint would have almost stopped humming a ditty.
Brothers Li Xieyun and Mo Jingyun looked at each other and shook their heads.
Although they don't know what happened, it is obvious that the poor and fearful saint was deceived by the master.
Master fights, no matter he loses or wins, when has he ever been so embarrassed?
There is blood at the corner of the mouth and the face is pale?
What a joke!
Even if he was really embarrassed during the fight, Gu Xuan would not show it in front of his own people.
Once it manifests itself, there are only two reasons, either the injury is so serious that even he, as the Alchemy Emperor, is not sure of curing himself.
Either that, it’s fake!
Seeing that Master is so angry now, what is the reason? Do you still need to ask?
Of course, as a disciple, it is impossible to expose the master.
Those two Tongxuan Lingbao may be given to them one day.
It is better to keep this matter in the dark forever.
After all, the poor and fearful saint is so happy now.
"Everyone should go out from the coral bush first, and after settling in, we can go look for the swarm of ghostly soul-eating clams here."
Gu Xuan gave the order.
He led everyone and flew to an open space at the bottom of the lake.
The Nether Soul-eating Clam in the third realm, whether it is death aura or dangerous aura, is even worse than that in the second realm.
In fact, even Gu Xuan's eyesight could only see about eighty feet away.
After Gu Xuan set up a defensive formation to protect everyone, he took the Qiongfear Saint and the Blood Ancestor with confidence and headed in one direction to find the Netherworld Soul-Eating Clam Group.
Half an hour later, another graveyard-like swarm of ghostly soul-devouring clams appeared in front of the three of them.
Gu Xuan smiled slightly.
"Sure enough, the Netherworld Soul-eating Clams in the third realm seem to be half the size of those in the second realm.
We'll go back immediately and gather everyone here.
After that, it all depends on the opportunity."
The blood ancestor was very excited.
"I'll stay here, boss. Go and come back quickly."
The poor and fearful saint rolled his eyes.
"I'm staying here too. There's only one Blood Ancestor, so I'm not worried."
Gu Xuan shook his head and refused to expose these two people.
"You can choose for a while, but remember, wait until I come before attacking those ghostly soul-devouring clams. Otherwise, if something happens and I can't help you, it will be troublesome."
The Holy Son of Qiongfeng and the Blood Ancestor nodded again and again.
Gu Xuan turned into a streak of escaping light and flew in the direction of the people in Jianglong City.
After Gu Xuan's figure disappeared, the Blood Ancestor and the Poor Saint immediately went deep into the clams, wanting to go to the center to see if there were any special Nether Soul-eating Clams.
With the lessons learned from the second realm, the speed of the two of them was not that fast.
Less than half an hour later, the two of them had penetrated deep into the core area.
"What a pity, these clams all look the same, there is no difference.
It seems that the choice really can only be made by luck."
The blood ancestor was a little disappointed.
At this moment, the poor saint was staring at a ghostly soul-eating clam in trance.
"However, I feel that this clam is different.
It seems to have a magical power that attracts me."
The poor and fearful Saint walked towards the Netherworld Soul-Eating Clam, circled around it, and looked at it very carefully.
The blood ancestor looked contemptuous.
"If you can't help it and want to attack it, just say so.
Why make such an excuse?
No matter how you look at it, it looks exactly like other clams.
Is there any attractive magic power?"
The poor and fearful saint said angrily: "Are I the kind of person who lies?
I really feel that this clam is a bit different.
No matter, maybe this is my opportunity, watch me blow it open and see who is inside and what treasures are there?"
The Blood Ancestor took a few steps back. Naturally, he had no intention of stopping the poor and fearful Saint.
Now, he couldn't help it anymore, he wanted to find a soul clam that would fit his eyes and blast it away. However, since the poor and fearful saint was more anxious than him, he just took the opportunity to see the situation before talking.
"Be careful, it's better to attack from a distance!
Starfall Seal!"
The poor and fearful saint shouted loudly, formed a series of magic seals with his hands, and suddenly rushed over.
This blow was extremely powerful.
With just a bang, the Netherworld Soul-Eating Clam was hit.
The Netherworld Devouring Clam remained motionless and did not suffer any damage.
The poor and fearful saint stared straight at the clam.
"No way? Is this okay?
Even my attack can't knock it away, and I'm afraid the Dragon Guards in Jianglong City are even less able..."
Before he could finish his words, the shell of the Netherworld Soul-Eating Clam suddenly opened!
"Who is it? Who is disturbing my sleep?
I have signed an immortal contract. Could it be said that millions of years have passed?
But, why is there still a trace of life in me?
Didn't you say that you want to remove all the life from my body, transform me from a living being into a dead spirit, and live forever from now on?
Damn it, you lied to me! You lied to me!"
The speaker seemed to be getting more and more irritable and angry towards the end.
An extremely powerful, yet extremely dark energy burst out from the Netherworld Devouring Clam.
boom!
A huge explosion sounded.
That Netherworld Soul-Eating Clam actually exploded from the inside!
The Poor Saint and the Blood Ancestor looked at each other with shock on their faces.
"The powerful seal I just used couldn't even damage the Netherworld Soul-Eating Clam at all?
Who is the person inside, who actually blew up the entire spiritual clam to pieces!"
The poor and fearful saint cried out in surprise.
The corners of Blood Ancestor's mouth twitched.
"Whoever he is, but I have a feeling, Pill!"
"There is no ambition at all. Since I caused him, I will be responsible for solving it!"
Those who are poor and afraid of saints will pat their chests.
How could the enemy give in so quickly before he could even see who he was?
Even if you can't beat him, you still have to give him a casual blow from a few dozen feet away to show that he didn't run away without a fight.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing?
The Blood Ancestor pulled the hair of the poor and fearful saint.
"Stop trying to be a hero here, are you blind?
Didn't you see that the explosion just now not only shattered a Netherworld Soul-eating Clam?
There are hundreds of Netherworld Soul-Eating Clams around, all of them have their mouths open!"
The poor and fearful saint was stunned for a moment, and then he glanced around, and decisively jumped out in the direction he came from.
"run!"
When he said this word, the distance between the Poor Saint and the Blood Ancestor was already thirty feet away.