"Qingmo, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing that Yang Yunfan was stunned and silent, the Pengniao Demon God patted his shoulder and his eyes flashed, as if there was something strange.

"Oh, nothing."

Yang Yunfan didn't dare to show off any tricks. He quickly lowered his head, slowly regained his composure, and explained casually: "I'm just looking forward to, wait a minute, what kind of talented bloodline can I awaken? After all, I already have a powerful bloodline talent.

, and a powerful body technique."

"So, you were worried about this."

The Pengniao Demon God laughed, shook his head and said: "This is unnecessary. The aura in the blood pool is powerful, and it can fully stimulate your potential. Although you have awakened a good talent, but I think your talent is

, it has not reached the extreme. Even if the blood pool cannot help you awaken new blood talents, it will definitely push the talents contained in the blood wings behind you to a new level!"

"The Peng Demon King is right!"

Master Wu Cang on the side also nodded and smiled: "There are some newly born feather demons. For some reasons, they have been wandering outside for hundreds of years and awakened their bloodline on their own. However, after coming to the blood pool and being baptized by the blood pool, they

My bloodline talents have all improved further. This blood pool is truly extraordinary."

"Okay, no more nonsense. Qingmo, come with me..."

Master Wu Cang said, turned his head, put his feet a little, and his body moved forward like a flying swallow, swaying forward.

Seeing this, the Pengniao Demon God and Yang Yunfan also flapped their wings and followed.

After just flying for a while, the Pengniao Demon God felt a little strange and said: "Master Wu Cang, this is the direction to the blood pool. Don't you take Qing Mo to meet the patriarch?"

Master Wucang said casually: "The patriarch started to retreat a few days ago, so I will be in charge of the blood pool baptism. Anyway, I have been presiding over the blood pool baptism over the years, and there has been no mistakes.

As for Qingmo if he wants to visit the clan leader, he can go to visit the clan leader at any time after he finishes his baptism."

"Yeah. That's true."

The Pengniao Demon God just chatted casually with Lord Wucang.

Yang Yunfan was in the sky, casually looking at the situation of this continent.

This is a very magical land. The breath of law here is very weak. There is only a trace of the law of destruction and the fluctuation of the law of wind. As for the fluctuations of other laws, there is almost no one. If the monks want to understand the world here, they can only

He can comprehend both the law of wind and the law of destruction, and cannot comprehend too profound artistic conceptions.

"This is the Xutian Shrine of Lord Jiu Shan. It is estimated that Lord Jiu Shan practices the Law of Destruction and the Law of Wind."

Yang Yunfan secretly muttered that the Demon God Clan was born to practice the Law of Destruction. As for the Wind Law, it should be due to the bloodline of the Feathered Demon Clan.

"The blood pool is here!"

At this moment, Lord Wu Cang stretched out his long and sharp fingers, pointed far ahead at a sea of ​​boiling blood, and said.

"Is this a blood pool?"

In front of Yang Yunfan's eyes, an endless bloody ocean appeared. In terms of area, it was larger than the Pacific Ocean on Earth.

Where is this pool of blood? This is clearly a sea of ​​blood?

The entire blood pool seemed to be a boiled ocean, with bubbles popping up. Each blood bubble rose up and shattered in mid-air, and there was a faint strange aura floating over it.

"suck……"

Yang Yunfan closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose.

A large amount of blood rushed over like a wave, and in an instant, his demon body began to turn red, faintly glowing with blood.

Countless energy spirit patterns the size of a hair continued to flow out of his body surface, rippling back and forth, forming something like a blood network.

At the same time, the blood map behind him was flowing crazily, like a greedy glutton, devouring the blood crazily. The blood map flowed from time to time, the spiritual patterns flickered, and when it stirred up, it looked like living things.

The little snake was squirming, making him look particularly strange and cold.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

At this moment, two sounds of water breaking came from not far away.

"Help... let me out..."

At the same time, there were also some wails and calls for help coming from the blood pool.

"What is that?"

Yang Yunfan looked attentively, and it turned out that there were more than just the three of them here, there were also some weak demon gods, writhing in the sea of ​​blood, jumping out of the water from time to time, trying to fly to the shore, but they were forced in by an invisible formation.

Under the sea of ​​blood, don't let them show up!

Those demon gods looked horrified, as if they were trying to escape from the sea of ​​blood, but gradually they were unable to do anything, their physical strength was exhausted, and they were finally swallowed up by the sea of ​​blood and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing the puzzled look on Yang Yunfan's face, Master Wu Cang took it for granted and explained: "There is a restriction in the blood pool. Before the potential in your blood is fully stimulated, this restriction will not let you leave at will. If the demon is too fragile, it will not be able to restrain it.

When the blood pool is stimulated, life will be swallowed up by the blood pool and become nutrients."

really!

As Mr. Wu Cang's indifferent words fell, Yang Yunfan saw that the several figures that were struggling just now gradually disappeared.

Accompanied by several heart-wrenching wailing sounds, a large area of ​​blood-colored bubbles suddenly exploded in the water, and then, a corrosive aura filled the air...

Those demon gods were completely dead!

Seeing this scene, Mr. Wu Cang's face showed no emotion. He seemed to have been used to all this. He said with an indifferent expression: "On the Dark Star, the survival of the weak is meaningless. It is better to let them go out and be killed by other ethnic groups."

, it is better to let the blood pool swallow up their vitality and nourish the stronger ones. In this way, we, the Feathered Demon Clan, can change generations and cultivate stronger warriors!"

"Qingmo, go down. I believe that with your talent, you should be able to become stronger after entering the blood pool... Don't let me down!"

Master Wu Cang brought Yang Yunfan to the blood pool, pointed at the boiling blood below, and looked expectantly.

Before he sank into the blood pool, Yang Yunfan was already strong enough to compete with Kui Mo. When he comes out of the blood pool, he should be stronger enough to become a saint in the Heavenly Eclipse Demon Temple.

Yang Yunfan glanced at the boiling blood pool in front of him. There was a hint of destruction in it, and there was an indescribable aura that made him get close.

"The aura contained in this blood pool is indeed good for me. I just took a sip from afar, and I felt energetic and bright."

"Forget it! I hope this blood pool can bring me a little surprise."
Chapter completed!