Chapter 260 Nine Nether Valley·Borderless Blood Sea

The Nine Nether Secret Realm.

The sea of ​​blood is endless, boundless, as if even the sky is about to be submerged.

A journey of a thousand miles is so far away in the eyes of the monks.

At all times, they were suffering from the spiritual corrosion from the power of the sea of ​​blood. Their concentration was slightly weak. Shortly after they left the Colorful Castle, they fell into the sea of ​​blood.

The monks have discovered that in the Nine Netherworld secret realm, they can only fly to a height of one hundred feet at most.

I wanted to fly higher, but was stopped by an irreversible force.

A height of 100 feet, what does this mean?

At this moment, the sea of ​​blood had been flooded dozens of feet, and only some of the mountains and peaks here were seen. All the flat land, hills and woods were swallowed up.

The deepest place is even submerged fifty or sixty feet!

When the depth of this sea of ​​blood exceeds a hundred feet, it means that all monks will be submerged in the sea of ​​blood.

After flying for hundreds of miles in a row, the spiritual corrosion from the sea of ​​blood is getting stronger and stronger.

At the same time, the closer the distance from the sea of ​​blood, the stronger the effect of this mental corrosion.

Therefore, all the monks tried their best to fly to a higher position.

Plop! Plop!

Suddenly, at some point not far away, two more monks fell into the sea of ​​blood, and only a wave of blood was splattered, and they were completely swallowed.

Yang Fan and others were used to this, but they were still a little surprised.

Those who fell into the sea of ​​blood before were all cultivators in the Concentration Stage, but this time there was a cultivator in the Concentration Stage.

Yang Fan held Yu Wenrou's hand, and the soft power made her spirit never tired.

At this moment, there were only seven or eight cultivators left in the camps of the two major families. Yuwen Rou, Yuwen Lin, Huang Shu, Yang Fan, and Hu Fei were left in the Yuwen family.

The Yang family in Kyoto was even worse, with only three surviving. In addition to Yang Yu and the cultivator who had the Great Perfection of Concentration, there was also the last cultivator in the mid-stage Concentration.

Yang Yu gritted his teeth, his face cold, and his eyes were filled with a few traces of determination.

Yuwen Rou still maintained basic calm, but her eyes still showed a few loneliness, but she was replaced by more coldness.

The boundless sea of ​​blood deprived too many monks of their lives.

Now, even if you want to retreat, you will have no chance.

Because the entire colorful castle was submerged and there was no way out.

For the sake of the present, the only way is to kill the unknown and mysterious "Nine Nether Valley".

Puff!

Several evil spirits appeared in front of them, and everyone accelerated to fly, either sacrificed magic weapons or cast spells to erase the approaching blood-colored evil spirits.

Generally, Yang Fan will not take action easily if he doesn't get close to him. His task is to cure injuries and ensure that there are no wounded during the process of moving forward.

The most important combat power is Hu Fei. He has the power of thunder and fire, and can kill these ordinary blood-colored ghosts in the blink of an eye.

Along the way, Yang Fan and others also encountered even more terrifying existences.

Bang!

A blood python that was seven or eight feet long suddenly jumped out of the sea of ​​blood ahead, and his eyes were filled with a purple-red and demonic light that made the soul tremble.

As it rushes, several feet high blood waves surged in the nearby sea of ​​blood, and blood rain shot into the void, causing the nearby monks to be in a hurry.

Everyone knew the power of this sea of ​​blood very well. After falling in, there was basically no possibility of survival.

There was once a monk who accidentally pierced his spiritual weapon into the blood wave when he was killing an evil ghost. As a result, in just a short breath, the spiritual weapon was corroded, completely lost its spirituality, and even lost contact with the owner.

This sea of ​​blood can even be filthy in spiritual weapons, which shows its horror.

Therefore, seeing the blood rain all over the sky, the monks dodged one after another, desperately trying to protect their bodies with spiritual energy, and cast spells to break the blood rain.

Huh~~

Accompanied by a roar, the blood python suddenly pounced on a monk, and a blood arrow pounced on him, annihilated the monk's spell, and then swallowed it alive with a bloody mouth.

"ah……"

The devoured monk let out a heart-wrenching scream, echoing in this land.

After a few breaths, his screams disappeared, perhaps already being digested by the blood python.

"Everyone run away quickly and don't fight with it. This thing loses its intelligence, and one or two monks in the Foundation Establishment stage are no match for you."

The fourth Blood Demon shouted loudly in front of him.

"Run!"

The monks dared not fight the blood python.

However, after devouring a monk, the blood python refused to give up and continued to pursue.

"Ah! Ah..."

Several screams came from behind him, and the slow-running monk could not escape the fate.

After running for hundreds of miles in a row, the monks got rid of this terrible blood python, but five or six monks fell into their bloody mouths.

Among the five or six dead monks, one was a cultivator in the concentrating stage of the Yang family in Kyoto.

At this moment, there were only two left in the Yang family in Kyoto: Yang Yu and the cultivator who was concentrating on the Great Perfection.

After the pursuit of the Blood Python, the monks encountered several terrible things along the way, all of whom escaped by sacrificing some of the weak.

Yang Fan felt that this was a naked survival of the fittest, and only strong cultivators could survive.

When we were about five or six hundred miles away, a gust of cold wind suddenly came from the front, bloody and violent.

A blood-colored giant bird floated in the void. The blood bird spread its wings and was ten feet wide. When it waved, it actually caused a powerful storm, forming blood rain in front of it.

A breath that was suppressed to the soul was transmitted, and everyone felt that the wind was everywhere, and their movement speed was greatly reduced.

call out!

The blood-colored giant bird flies incredibly fast, and it flashes in a flash, leaving a blood-colored arc of light.

Puff! Puff!

With a wave of sharp claws, the body of the monk in the continuous concentration stage was torn apart alive and died immediately, falling into the blood river.

"What a terrible speed!"

The monk in front of him took a breath of air conditioning.

The killed monk was torn to pieces by the giant bird before he even reacted.

At such a speed, perhaps only monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage can barely react.

"Its speed is too fast, we can't escape. Everyone should kill it together and kill this bird in a short time."

Le Bo's voice came from this sea of ​​blood:

"Everyone must not be lucky. If we do not kill birds, we will only be killed one by one."

Puff—

The blood-colored light arc flashed again, but the target of hunting was the burly man beside Le Bo.

He is a foundation-building cultivator named Gao Ba, Yang Fan and others have some impressions.

Bang!

The giant axe in Gao Ba's hand intervened with the blood-colored arc light.

Puff!

Blood splattered, and the blood-colored giant bird appeared in another corner of the sky.

thump!

One of Gao Ba's arms was cut off, and blood gushed into the sea of ​​blood.

Although he lost one arm, Gao Ba saved his life and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Everyone goes together and deal with the stinger birds!"

Soon, under the leadership of the two leaders of the righteous and demons, he fought with the blood-colored giant bird.

Whoosh —

But the blood bird was too fast and most of its attacks were lost. Every time it flashed, it could wipe out at least one or two monks.

During the battle, the evil ghosts in the nearby area also rushed towards this side quickly.

"A quick battle, otherwise we will not be able to survive."

"All monks from the Foundation Establishment Stage come and join the war."

Soon, a total of eight or nine Foundation Establishment Cultivators on the field joined the battle.
To be continued...