Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, his eyes looked around at the endless blood, and there was a look of depression in his eyes, most of the power in his body was imprisoned by the warehouse plate, coupled with the countless blood vessels rushing out of the blood pool The branches wrapped him all around, making Zhuo Wen's strength very weak, not to mention escaping from the blood pool, he felt a bit difficult to even move now.

Time passed slowly, and finally, the battle qi surrounding Zhuowen's body was shattered, and the bloody vortex, like countless blood lights, eroded towards Zhuowen's demon body, trying to completely stir it into pieces. smash.

However, after all, the demon body is transformed by the demon eye in the eyes of the Buddha demon. Although the power of sacrificial blood pool is strong, it is really difficult to destroy the demon body. Although the demon body is so tough that the blood pool cannot be destroyed, but However, the extreme pain caused by the bloody vortex stirring his body was clearly transmitted to Zhuowen's nerves.

"It's so painful..."

Zhuo Wen suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face became paler and paler. Although the demon's body could not be destroyed by the blood pool, the pain caused by the injury was actually transmitted to Zhuo Wen's nerves. Ants eroded the heart, extremely violent.

Even though Zhuowen's will was extremely firm, he was still made to growl by the intense pain, and his hands stuck to the wall left extremely deep marks on the wall, which shows the pain that Zhuowen endured at this moment How intense.

"It seems that the influence of the two avatars on you is not small." Looking at Zhuo Wen who was humming in pain at this moment, Xiao Hei frowned slightly and said.

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In the blood pool, Mo Dao Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. Although he also felt the strong pain, but he is a demon cultivator. The only thing in his eyes that has never changed is the indifference, which does not show pain. At most, a slight frown.

When Mo Dao Zhuowen was drifting in the blood pool, a pair of purple-black pupils appeared at the bottom of the blood pool. These pupils fell on Mo Dao Zhuo Wen through the endless blood, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"The breath of the Great Demonic Battle Qi? This child also practiced the Great Demonic Battle Art? Could it be fate?"

A deep and hoarse voice slowly resounded from the pair of purple-black pupils, lingering at the bottom of the blood pool.

Zhuo Wen, who was originally drifting with the tide, also heard the voice from the bottom of the blood pool, his pupils condensed slightly, and 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 you look at it at a glance, you will easily feel dizzy.

"Who are you?" Mo Dao Zhuo Wen squinted his eyes, staring at the pair of purple-black pupils with vigilance. He hadn't noticed the appearance of these pupils before.

The pair of pupils didn't pay attention to Zhuo Wen's question, they fixed their eyes on Zhuo Wen's body, and said indifferently: "Where did you get your Taimo Battle Qi and Taimo Battle Art?"

Hearing this, Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes in vain, showing a look of shock. How could this pair of pupils suddenly ask such a question, and who is the owner of these pupils? The way it appeared was really weird.

"Your physical body is really strong enough. You didn't have any damage in this sacrificial blood pool. But this is not a place to talk. Come with me."

The pair of purple-black pupils glanced at Zhuo Wen lightly, and immediately a purple-black energy enveloped Zhuo Wen. Zhuo Wen wanted to resist, but found that this purple-black energy was too huge, and he was not allowed to have any resistance.

Whoosh!

Soon, Zhuo Wen was carried away by this mighty force and swept towards the bottom of the blood pool.

At the bottom of the blood pool, there is a vacuum zone with a range of about half a mile. The reason why it is called a vacuum zone is mainly because this half mile is covered by a semicircular light shield, and the surrounding blood water , are basically blocked by the semicircular mask, and cannot enter the half-meter range at all.

Whoosh!

The pair of purple-black pupils quickly brought Zhuo Wen into the mask. The moment his feet landed on the ground, Zhuo Wen found that the confinement on his body had also disappeared, and then his attention fell on the one in front of him. On the body with double purple and black pupils.

However, the purple-black pupils did not look at Zhuo Wen, but turned into a purple-black streamer and landed in the center of the area, where a crooked figure sat quietly cross-legged.

"Armor soul?"

Zhuo Wen's gaze first fell on the purple-black pupils floating above the figure, and then he turned his attention to the crooked figure below those pupils. How could he not see that the purple-black pupils that brought him here were The armored soul of this crooked figure.

However, although the aura exuded by the crooked figure in front of him is quite powerful, there is even a trace of death lingering around him, as if this figure may lose its vitality at any time.

And the semicircular mask above this vacuum zone is also propped up by this crooked figure, so that the blood around it cannot penetrate into it.

The crooked figure turned around slowly, revealing an old face full of wrinkles, and in this old face, faintly revealed wisps of dark aura, which looked extraordinarily weird and terrifying.

"Poison?" Looking at the strands of black air on the face of the rickety old man, Zhuo Wen's pupils shrank slightly, and he whispered in surprise.

"Hehe! Sit down."

The rickety old man waved his sleeve robe, and suddenly a stone table and two stone benches appeared in front of him, and he sat calmly on a stone bench, pointed to the opposite stone bench 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, sat opposite him, stared at the old man cautiously, and asked softly: "Senior is..."

When Zhuo Wen said it, he realized that he didn't know what to call the crooked old man in front of him.

"Hehe! You can call me Mo Lao, I don't know what to call my little friend?" Mo Lao coughed lightly and smiled at Zhuo Wen.

"Zhuowen!" Zhuowen said calmly without hiding his name.

The crooked old man in front of him also seemed to be trapped in this pool of blood, but he didn't know who this person was and his identity. Could it be that he had something to do with that warehouse?

"Zhuowen? Good name." Mo Lao praised, and then fell silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something. After a pause, he continued: "The Great Demonic Battle Qi and the Great Demonic Battle Art are from Duobao. Did you get it from the two golems in the Pavilion?" JrNovels.com