Retrograde fairy way

boom!

With a random blow from the blood soul, the blood-mangled fierce soul hit the cave wall with a bang, and a crater appeared immediately, cracks burst out, like a giant spider.

"It seems that they really can't step out of the array!"

After a cup of tea, Wang Mo was finally convinced that although these blood souls took time to attack him from time to time, they never rushed out of the formation.

Obviously, it was restricted by the array or fear of blood clothes.

Whoosh!

The light and shadow flickered, and the blue rainbow stabbed out and flickered back and forth in the cave. While avoiding the attacks of these blood souls, Wang Mo carefully searched everything in the cave, trying to find the identity of the blood prison formation here. origin.

"what?"

Finally, after passing through most of the cave, Wang Mo narrowed his eyes and galloped towards that place quickly.

Boom boom boom!

Naturally, the blood soul refused to let Wang Mo go, and constantly transformed into monsters composed of bursts of blood light, biting towards him.

At the same time, the Bloody Clothes who sensed Wang Mo's arrival naturally seized the opportunity and slightly recovered from being suppressed.

In the pit below, the blood-bale resentment rising continuously is continuously flowing into the array, forming nine vortexes exuding cold and evil aura.

However, the speed of gathering towards the blood-clothed part of the middle formation is obviously greater than the other eight, and the aura of the blood-clothed body is rising steadily, as if the next moment, it will break through to the top of the fourth level, or the Nascent Soul Dzogchen realm.

The strong blood evil resentment here is probably the reason that attracted the blood clothes here.

Bang!

Landing in the small sunken hole on the cave wall in an instant, Wang Mo quickly turned around and sent out a thunderbolt fiercely to defeat the incoming blood.

Then he waved his hands again and again, continuously hitting several arrays on the cave wall, and when there was a buzzing sound, a piece of blue-golden light flashed instantly.

The screaming came again, and the blood soul waved a blood light again, which turned into the sound of countless ghosts crying and roaring, but was blocked by the light curtain transformed by the blue-golden light.

Looking at the large ripples and the constantly rolling waves, Wang Mo's face was a little dignified, and he waved his hands again without hesitation, and then shot dozens of arrays one after another, forming a series of protective arrays.

"Huh, it should be able to block it for a while!"

Wang Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look at the situation in the entrance of the cave wall.

The hole here was only three meters in size. It was shrouded in light and mist before, and the blood soul attracted his mind. Being so low, he really made him ignore the past.

In the small hole, there were only two things, a corpse without a head, and under it, there was an exquisite futon with streamers flickering faintly on it, which looked quite extraordinary.

"Is this the Liuyin jade slip?"

Seeing a jade slip with blue light in the skeleton's hand, Wang Mo sized it up slightly, raised his eyebrows, took it into his hand with a wave of one hand, and then stuck it to his forehead for inspection.

As time passed, Wang Mo seemed to be shocked by the contents of the jade slips, and the look on Wang Mo's face became more and more ugly, and there was a kind of shock in it.

"What a Hun Wuji, what a law against the sky, what kind of chaos was it that made people do such a crazy thing, or is he no longer a human being?"

After a full cup of tea, Wang Mo took the jade slip from his forehead with a gloomy expression, and with a cracking sound, the jade slip was shattered in his hands.

In this jade slip, he already knew why the Nine Nether Blood Prison Formation existed here.

Where did the countless corpses under this array come from.

It was the pool of blood formed by the hundreds of thousands of disciples of the entire Ghost Sect, as well as the flesh and blood of countless surrounding creatures.

All of this is just to practice the powerful Nine Nether Blood Prison Formation Disk and become the suzerain of the Ghost Sect at that time——Hun Wuji.

When the catastrophe broke out and Langya Prefecture fell into the void, Hun Wuji summoned all the disciples of the sect with the order of the suzerain, claiming that there was a place of refuge.

Everyone naturally believed in their suzerain, and they came here as a result.

Unexpectedly, Hun Wuji had already poisoned Xuanyin in secret, and none of the disciples of the sect survived, and they were thrown into this pool of blood by him.

In addition, the disciples of the Ghost Sect are mainly practicing the blood soul dao magic art, and they carry countless ghost spirits and other things collected by themselves, and in addition, the people around here who came to seek refuge in times of catastrophe, even Hun Wuji, the instigator, did not know blood. How many people were thrown into the pool.

Hun Wuji was a Nascent Soul Dzogchen powerhouse back then, and this huge array was refined based on the Blood Prison array that he already had.

Its original intention is to use so many souls to refine the fifth-order formation disk, and at the same time, it can raise the nine main souls to the fifth-order god-like state, so that the purest blood in the world can be condensed by the method of refining the blood soul. The power of the soul helps oneself to break through the shackles and reach the realm of transforming gods.

In this way, there will be more hope of surviving in the catastrophe.

And he discovered later that although this method is feasible, it cannot guarantee his survival in the catastrophe.

So he found another strange path, using his own power to devour a main soul, becoming the head of the nine main souls in the Blood Prison Formation.

But what he didn't expect was that just when he succeeded, the heaven and earth in Langya Prefecture suddenly changed. As a result, under the power of the rules, his soul was directly injured, and the other eight souls were devoured, and he was completely destroyed. .

According to the jade bamboo slips, the owner of this headless corpse is Hun Wuji, and it is also what he left behind with his last efforts.

"call!"

Breathing out lightly, looking at the eight souls who were roaring outside the light curtain, who were confronting the blood-clothed souls, a pensive look flashed in Wang Mo's eyes.

What Hun Wuji did in order to break through had a great impact on Wang Mo.

Even though he has practiced for hundreds of years, he has experienced countless things that have broken through the bottom line of his moral concepts. In other words, in this cultivation world, the only concept of respecting the strong and the weak preying on the weak is the only idea of ​​everyone.

But Wang Mo can never forget that he was bound by the education he received in his previous life. Although he has done many things that violate what he has learned, he still thinks that he is not wrong.

For a moment, the matter of Hun Wuji's blood sacrifice to hundreds of thousands of disciples kept lingering in Wang Mo's mind, causing his resolute mind to stir up waves. The awakening is general.

I don't know how long it took, whether it was a moment, or a quarter of an hour, Wang Mo slowly closed his eyes, and suddenly opened his eyes. When the eyes were shining brightly, he looked up at the light curtain that was about to shatter. Wai: "Maybe I can't understand what others are doing, but I have my own rules of conduct. What does other people's affairs have to do with me? What does mine have to do with others?"

As soon as the voice fell, it seemed as if a ray of light flashed across his body, and his breath seemed to rise faintly.

Whoosh whoosh!

With a wave of both hands, he took out dozens of formation disks and slapped them on the cave wall, aroused them, and transformed them into light curtains, strengthening the defensive formation.

"This matter is quite tricky. Could it be that Xiaohong can only do it by herself?"

Wang Mo frowned slightly, ignoring the changes in his body, staring at the situation outside the formation, talking to himself.

Judging from the current situation, these eight souls obviously reunited in the Langya Secret Realm, reunited after the rules were changed, and only then showed their current cultivation.

Combined with the detailed description in the jade slips left by Hun Wuji, Wang Mo can also deduce that the reason why such a situation occurs here is closely related to the special rules formed in the secret environment back then.

The formation of the Langya Secret Realm, and its special power of rules, made powerful creatures spontaneously killed, or directly swallowed into the void to die.

The eight souls devoured the remnants of Hun Wuji's soul. With spiritual wisdom, they naturally would not sit still and dissipate their own bloody soul power. With the existence of the blood prison formation, it naturally formed a long-lasting demon soul transformation.

This is also the reason why there are so many demon souls in the ruins of the Ghost Sect.

Due to the special formation of this demon soul, its vitality can last for a long time under this special rule, so that it can be extended to the present.

What's more, Langya Prefecture fell into the void back then, and I don't know how many people died. The resentment in this space can be said to be inexhaustible.

It's hard to imagine that if this formation was not discovered by the blood clothes, and the reunited eight souls were allowed to be reborn with the help of the blood prison formation, even though the blood evil resentment in the secret realm had dissipated too much due to the secret realm's reappearance, the other It can reach the top level of Tier [-] in just over sixty years. If it takes another sixty years, won't it break through Tier Five?

Thinking of this, Wang Mo's heart awed.

He had heard about the Nine Nether Blood Prison Formation when he was in the Demon Realm. With this formation, Xue Wuya was able to beat all the Nascent Soul Saints in Tianyuan City so hard that they couldn't lift their heads. One can imagine its power.

If the eight main souls of this formation break through to the fifth level, combined with the existence of the blood prison formation, I am afraid that the major repairs in the late stage of transformation will retreat, let alone other people.

In addition to the nature of the bloody ghost, even though it had swallowed the remnant soul of Hun Wuji and gained some spiritual wisdom, it has long since disappeared after so many years of transformation. At this time, only the instinct of devouring flesh and blood spirits is left.

If these eight souls are really allowed to rush out of this place, it may be enough to turn Tianfeng Continent upside down.

But at this moment, Wang Mo didn't have any good ideas, so he helped Xueyi take down this formation.

The eight souls have been fighting for the main soul for many years, but they have not been able to distinguish between the primary and secondary. This is because of the shackles of the blood prison formation. Without a main soul, it is like the blood prison formation without a master, which makes the eight souls not give in to each other.

Now that Bloody Clothes suddenly appeared, vying for what they had been fighting for for many years, they naturally refused.

Faced with such a situation, although Wang Mo could attract the blood soul's attention from the side, he definitely could not attack the formation.

With his eyesight, he can naturally see clearly that if he attacks, the eight souls come out of one body, and there are five-level treasures such as the Blood Prison array to protect him. Not any Nascent Soul cultivator can resist it.

Even if it is a major repair in the early stage of transforming the gods, I am afraid it has to be weighed.

Wang Mo has the confidence to face all the powerhouses of the Nascent Soul level, and it is impossible for him to overcome such a powerful counterattack force.

Seeing that the blood clothes were suppressed by the eight souls and formed a confrontational situation, it seemed that they were powerless, Wang Mo's heart was dark, but there was nothing he could do.

He is not a blood-clothed man. The blood-clothed body itself is a heavenly ghost, but he was born to devour ghosts and spirits. With the Nine Yin Blood Flame, he is even more powerful in restraining ghosts like blood souls, but he is in the blood prison formation. , I don't know how to occupy the position of the main soul of the formation eye.

In this way, it is naturally impossible for the eight souls to suppress him with the power of the array.