What made him frown was that this blood-red world was so weird that it was impossible to distinguish east, west, north, south.

In other worlds, he can still use the sun, moon and stars to identify the correct direction, but in this world, the sky is all blood red, not even a single star, so how can he identify the direction.

And Zhuowen also discovered that in this world, there is no energy.

In other words, he simply cannot absorb energy to sustain himself in this world.

In this world, his energy can only be squandered, not absorbed, and every time he squanders, the energy in his body will be reduced.

"It really is a weird world!"

Zhuo Wen's heart sank. For monks, this world is simply hell, and energy is too scarce.

He can imagine that the longer a monk stays in this world, not only will his cultivation not increase, but he will even regress. In the end, the monk may become a mortal with no cultivation at all.

"You can't stay here for long, you need to find an exit to leave here!"

Zhuo Wen muttered to himself, looked around, and found that the surrounding scenery was all blood red, and he didn't know where to go.

"It can only be calculated by the magic of heaven!"

Zhuo Wen had no choice but to point his right hand and use the technique of fortune telling to form an eye of the void above his head.

After a while, the Eye of the Void collapsed, and Zhuo Wen's face was pale.

Using the technique of fortune-telling will consume one's life, and Zhuo Wen will not use this kind of secret method that harms others and does not benefit oneself as a last resort.

"Follow the grass..."

Zhuo Wen stared at a place where the blood-colored vegetation was the most lush, and after bringing the avatar into the big world, it disappeared in place.

Three days later, Zhuo Wen stopped in a precipitous bloody valley with gloomy eyes.

For the past three days, Zhuo Wen has been walking in the direction with the most blood-colored vegetation according to the fortune-telling technique. He thought he would be able to leave this strange place soon.

But he found that after he left one valley, he entered another valley, so repeated, like a cycle.

After three days of traveling, Zhuo Wenzun's energy was consumed by nearly one percent.

Just one percent of the energy, to Zhuowen, is not very much, even insignificant.

If it is in the outside world, it only takes a few breaths of time to recover from such a small loss of energy.

But this bloody world can't do it, there is no energy of heaven, it seems to be a land abandoned by heaven.

The energy he consumed couldn't be replenished from this bloody world at all, and it was as if it had completely disappeared if it was consumed.

If he wants to recover, he can only use the source spar of the way of heaven in his body.

Although Zhuowen's big world stores a large number of spars of the source of heaven, these spars are not endless.

If he has been trapped in this bloody world, no matter how many crystals he has, he will never be enough, and he will run out one day.

Of course, in the past three days, Zhuo Wen did not fail to discover something. He found that as he continued to move forward, more and more blood-colored vegetation appeared in front of him, and they became more and more lush.

Zhuo Wen searched the valley carefully, and found nothing in the valley, so he continued to move forward.

This is still a blood-colored valley, but it is different from those valleys that Zhuo Wen encountered before.

Around this valley, there are nine blood-colored hills like horns.

What puzzled Zhuowen was that the nine blood-colored hills were incompatible with the surrounding valleys.

The blood color of the valley is inherent, and the soil quality of the rocks that form the valley itself is this strange blood red.

And the blood red on the surface of these nine hills carried an extremely pungent bloody smell.

From the rock texture on the surface of the hill, it can be seen that the rock of the hill is not blood red in the first place, and the blood color of the hill is stained by blood.

Moreover, Zhuowen also discovered that there is no road ahead of this valley, and there is a bloody rock wall like a moat in front of it.

Zhuo Wen came to the blood-colored rock wall, gently stroked the surface of the blood-colored rock wall with his right hand, felt the uneven texture of the rock wall surface, and an invisible ripple spread out.

Zhuo Wen's eyes became very serious, and he backed away slowly.

The moment he stroked the blood-colored rock wall just now, he clearly felt the fluctuations of the prohibition coming from the rock wall.

Although the fluctuation of this restraint was very weak, Zhuo Wen's heart sank to a trough, and the pervasive fluctuation of the restraint just now made Zhuo Wen feel that the restraint was unusual. JrNovels.com