After going back for an unknown amount of time, the river of blood still seemed to have no end.

Several people's demand for air has become higher and higher.

When the realm reaches a certain level, it is indeed possible to use the method of turtle sucking without relying on air for a long time.

But the method of turtle sucking has a limit after all.

Just like Biluoqingxia in the light water, she still uses the palm of her hand to produce air for survival.

And there is no source of air in this turbulent river of blood.

Both Ye Qingqing and Jingfan could hardly hold on anymore.

Their faces have begun to turn pale, and their veins have gradually begun to pop.

What's worse is that Liao Xing's condition is getting worse and worse. He has already started to vomit blood, and it doesn't look like he can continue to persevere.

Even Fan Jian himself felt a little tight in his chest.

If this continues, even if everyone is not suffocated to death, they will be crushed by the river of blood.

Even though Fan Jian knew in his heart that these problems existed, he could only fly upwards with all his strength in shock and silence.

"How to do how to do?"

Fan Jian was very anxious.

There is a technique in the system mall that doesn't require breathing, but it can only be used by himself, and it doesn't help the situation at all.

"Shock! Haven't you eaten yet? Hurry up!"

Hearing the words, Jing Jing suddenly uttered a grievance.

At this moment, only a slight groan was heard from Gu Shengren.

Fan Jian quickly looked down, and saw her frown slightly, and her eyes finally opened a crack.

"Fan Jian..." Gu Shengren felt chest tightness as she spoke.

"Don't talk, we are in the river of blood, there is no air!" Fan Jian said quickly.

Gu Shengren struggled to sit in his arms, seeing that everyone was there, she immediately had a clear understanding in her heart.

"It was Fan Jian who rescued us!"

A surge of joy filled Gu Shengren's heart, but when she saw Fan Jianjian's tattered clothes, Ye Qingqing's little face was covered with sweat, and her heart suddenly felt sour.

"Are you short of air? Let me do it!"

As Gu Shengren spoke, he waved his hand, and Chilian Tianluo condensed into a sword, and shouted in a deep voice:
"Primeval sword art, distinguish between voicing and turbidity!"

Seeing the sword energy condense, the surroundings suddenly turned blue and yellow.

The Taikoo Sword Art is a unique art handed down by Gu Bufan's family. It was created with the idea of ​​evolving the world. The move of distinguishing between clear and turbidity can separate all chaos between heaven and earth, and can produce green and yellow qi.

What is green, light and clear is the sky, that is, the air.

The heavy and turbid yellow is the earth, that is, the earth.

Gu Shengren separated the pure and turbid qi, dispersed the turbid qi, and left only the clean qi, which relieved everyone a little.

Seeing this, Fan Jian suddenly had a glimmer of understanding.

If we only talk about generating air, the Tianmai Zhenqi in Liuxu Sword Art should also be Qingqi!

Thinking of this, Fan Jian had a thought, raised his hand and waved his hand, the air flowed through the sky, and immediately condensed a wave of air that spread in all directions.

"The one who is clear and superior is called heaven!"

Fan Jian's mind suddenly remembered the words of Gongyang Jianxian.

It turns out that this is the real power of Liuxu Sword Art!
Creation!

Fan Jian has always known that the true energy of the water veins can condense a certain amount of water, and the true energy of the fire veins can also condense fire.

But after all, this is only a superficial understanding. Without someone pointing it out, he probably would never have thought that the Liuxu Sword Art could condense the real Eight Symbols.

Finally, after going upstream for another half day, Fan Jian suddenly noticed that the current of the Blood River became more turbulent.

There is only one possibility for this situation.

That is, it is very close to the top of Zhujie Mountain!
For the awl-shaped casting boundary mountain, the higher you go, the smaller the flowable area of ​​the blood river, which requires a faster flow rate to ensure that the blood river below has enough blood water to replenish.

Fan Jian immediately activated the Jingji Sword again, and flew towards the top of his head at high speed.

Fan Jian was overjoyed until a glimmer of light appeared in front of him.

It's finally coming to an end!

Fan Jian led the crowd to fly towards the light.

But when he saw it, he realized that the light was not the exit of his imagination, but a formation similar to a magic circle.

The formation diagram exudes a strong light, and in the light, the river of blood rushes down endlessly.

Fan Jian looked at the magic circle, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and said quickly:

"You said, since all the blood rivers have flowed into the hell world, why can't the hell be filled?"

Liao Xingwenyan glanced at Fan Jian, and said weakly:
"Because there is also a magic circle in the hell world, all the blood that flows into hell will eventually flow back through the magic circle."

That's it!

Fan Jian suddenly realized!

The design is ingenious!
The river of blood flowed down from the top of the casting world mountain, absorbed the hostility of the spiritual cultivation world of the casting world mountain, flowed into the hell world to provide nutrients for hungry ghosts and demons, and then flowed back from the magic circle, achieving a cycle!
What an amazingly ingenious idea!
wrong!

Is this man-made?

Fan Jian was shocked.

If a project as big as the Blood River is man-made, is the hell world originally created by others?

The Divine Cultivation Realm, the Casting Realm Mountain, and the entire 33 realms...

Are all man-made?

Who?
A true immortal from the upper realm?
Fan Jian realized that he was starting to think too much again.

"Just cut off its source!" Fan Jian said as he raised his sword.

"Just starve them all to death!"

But when he saw Xing, he quickly stopped him and said:

"Benefactor Fan! This magic circle involves Zhujie Mountain, not to mention that you have no ability to destroy it, even if you do, it will shake the foundation of Zhujie Mountain! If the destiny lock is broken because of this, wouldn't it be dangerous?"

Hearing this, Fan Jian gave up, curled his lips, looked at the dark and thick Zhujie Mountain above his head, and said:
"Then how do we get out? We won't make a hole, will we?"

Liao Xing clasped his hands together, his eyes seemed to be unable to open, and said in a deep voice:

"Zhujie Mountain is extremely hard, and non-heaven-level high-grade soldiers cannot penetrate it. Donor Fan, please trouble you!"

Fan Jian shrugged and said:

"Forget it, those who can do more work!"

I just got out of the water and went to make a hole again, well, I'm Mario!
But then I thought, since Liuxu and Bajian can create, they should also be able to control it!
Thinking of this, Fan Jian immediately circulated the true energy of the mountain, and gently waved at the mountain above his head.

I saw the mountain turned and retreated like a brick, and after a while, a passage several feet long appeared in front of my eyes for people to pass through.

"Yes! Diagon Alley?"

Fan Jian couldn't help but think of a famous scene in a Western fantasy movie.

Immediately holding Ye Qingqing's hand, while flying upwards, he manipulated his true energy to disperse the surrounding mountains.

After walking like this for more than an hour, I finally saw a bright light in the turning of the mountain.

Along with the opening of the cave, the light grew bigger and shone through the mountain, forming a beam of light that sprinkled down.

Fan Jian was overjoyed immediately.

With a wave of his hand, he pulled everyone and flew out of the aisle.

The surrounding air was filled with the power of Hao Miaoxia Jujie, but it still made Fan Jian feel refreshed all over.

He stood on the top of the mountain, surrounded by a sea of ​​tumbling clouds, which suddenly made his heart wild, and he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly:
"Hahaha! Bastards of hell! I, Hu Hansan, are back again! Hahahaha!"

Just when he was happy, he heard a groan from behind, turned his head and saw Xing fell to the ground with a pale face.

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