Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 691 Blood Tree, Bewitching! (2)
"Om-"

This majestic palace phantom appeared for less than a quarter of an hour, almost after the figures of Lou Junyan and Ling Wushuang flew into it, it instantly turned into nothingness, dissipating in this area like a puff of smoke and rain above.

I don't know where I am going, and I don't know where I will appear again.

In the Dark Illusory Hall, after passing through a hazy area of ​​white mist, Lou Junyan and Ling Wushuang successfully walked out and entered this space area with the induction of the Primordial Qi in the Ice Scepter.

This land, the scorched black and red area outside, is not much different, but there are more uneven dead trees, and some lakes like blood pools, lying quietly on the ground.

The sky was hazy, and the ground was full of potholes.

The blood-red lakes are one after another, like molten pool water, occasionally bubbles will bulge from bottom to top, explode on the surface, and burst out red light along the way, making this space strangely distorted, like It is the earth scorched by the scorching sun, with air waves constantly rising from the surface.

"I seem to have... seen this place before."

The woman's words, like gurgling water, came out slightly, a little uncertain, and it seemed that she could still hear the sound of her swallowing saliva.

Accompanied by a few low chuckles, one side of the space distorted, revealing Lou Junyan's tall and strong figure.

He stepped out a few steps slowly, and then appeared at a location that looked like a cliff. The corner of his black robe was blown up by the strange strong wind around him. One word, "Buried in Longgang."

Ling Wushuang's breath tightened slightly, and he appeared next to Lou Junyan, his eyes looked around, and he shrank slightly.

At the foot, there are rolling crimson mountains. A huge black dragon, with a blood-stained torso, is several tens of feet long, and its pitch-black skeleton is more than a foot thick.

Its huge and ferocious head was placed on a hill, its dragon beard was as thick as a man's arm, and its bloody mouth was open almost in pain.

"Tick-tick--"

A trace of blood-red liquid dripped slowly from its ferociously opened mouth, forming a blood-red lake under the head, and then diffused out, forming densely packed, Nearly hundreds of blood pools!
And Ling Wushuang and Lou Junyan were standing on a mountain surrounded by the dragon's corpse, and it happened to be the position of its dragon head!

Looking down, one can clearly see that the flesh and blood of the dragon corpse was flying, and it was so rotten that only a layer of black skin like steel armor was left. The strong breath of death lingered all over the body, and there was no life at all. This hell candle dragon has long been I don't know how many years he died.

The most glaring thing is that under its ferocious head, there is a pool of blood-red liquid, like magma, flowing around the mountain range, which makes one's scalp tingle.

Burial in Longgang, a pool of blood, a dangerous place in a dangerous place!

Ling Wushuang looked down, just in time to meet the longan that had become empty like a black hole, with a few pieces of rotten meat hanging beside it.

Her scalp tingled suddenly, "It's really lucky that I came to this ghost place as soon as I came in."

Even with this level of strength, even with Qianli Qianteng's life force protecting her body, Ling Wushuang appeared in the center of Zanlonggang, and the blood-red wind blowing around her still made her feel a little uncomfortable.

However, Ling Wushuang also had to be thankful that he didn't appear here directly last time, otherwise there would really be only a dead end.

She still remembered that last time, the people in their group were only separated by a distance of more than ten miles. Someone looked at them from a distance and was shattered into nothingness by the terrifying red wind, even though they were only high-ranking saints. , but the situation was still extremely frightening, and I was afraid for a while when I thought about it.

"Nothing." Lou Junyan gave Ling Wushuang a reassuring look.

Ling Wushuang also hooked his lips into a smile. Now, such a dangerous place is not enough to threaten their lives.

In a region filled with decay and blood-colored mist, it is strange to be comfortable.

"However, this Hell Candle Dragon has a relatively pure blood of a real dragon in its body, which is hard to come by." Lou Junyan said slowly, his dark red pupils staring at the huge dragon corpse coiled between several mountains. , "It is only slightly inferior to the blood of the sacred dragon."

Ling Wushuang turned his eyes to look at Lou Junyan, and immediately laughed out loud, "I already knew that this thing is a good thing."

She fell in love with this big guy last time, but at that time, the strength of the group of them, let alone getting close, didn't dare to look twice, but unexpectedly, after turning around, this time they came in and bumped into him again. , Don't miss this opportunity.

A slice of the blood essence of a holy dragon appeared in the Hammer of the Gods Fortress, and it was fiercely contested by everyone. It was not much inferior to the true blood of the hell candle dragon, and its flesh and blood skeleton that could be forged into various weapons. The huge value can be imagined.

Lou Junyan glanced at the woman beside him with shining eyes, and shook his head amusedly.

"Then I won't be polite." Without hesitation, Ling Wushuang grinned, and when he thought about it, he waved his hand and summoned the God Lock Tower.

"Om-"

There was a buzzing sound, and the black light spot flew up from the sea of ​​consciousness between Ling Wushuang's eyebrows, and quickly magnified into a black nine-storied pagoda on the rolling hills.

"receive!"

A cold and sharp light burst out from her clear eyes.

When Ling Wushuang's spiritual power enveloped the huge dragon corpse, it slowly turned into specks of light and shadow, and disappeared into the bloody mist-filled space without a trace in just an instant.

And on the stretch of many mountains, the traces of being entangled by the huge dragon corpse are still clearly visible.

"Let's go." Lou Junyan looked around with dark eyes, and said in a deep voice.

Ling Wushuang retracted the Locking Tower with his backhand, "Okay."

After all, they were in the Dark Hall of Illusion, and they couldn't take it lightly anytime and anywhere. A place like Burial Longgang's bloody pool, where even a real dragon could be trapped to death, was not a place to stay for a long time.

The current strategy is to find the real dark temple as soon as possible.

"Puff puff!"

In the high sky, blood-red rays of light continuously splashed, baring their teeth and claws like a ghost in the dark night, shuttling between the two rays of light that passed by at high speed, accompanied by the reversal of the violent wind, which was fiercer than the gale slashed by a sword.

A long distance away from the area of ​​Zanlonggang, Ling Wushuang paused in the sky, looked back at the people around him with some doubts, "Jun Yan, have you noticed anything wrong?"

"Yeah." Lou Junyan hummed lightly, apparently discovering something.

"We seem to be spinning in circles, and, uh—"

(End of this chapter)