Repugnant Gateway

In the mist, a woman ’s voice came and fluttered, like chanting something gently, and like singing. An Zheng listened carefully, but found that none of the words could be heard clearly. The sound was far and near, and it seemed to be by the side when it was near, but the mist was too thick, and An Zheng couldn't even see a meter away in front of him. If something powerful strikes suddenly, Anzheng may not even be able to respond.

Fortunately, he has the scale of the holy fish connected to his blood, and he can automatically protect the Lord.

After An Zheng walked forward for about five minutes, the surrounding environment remained unchanged. It was still thick fog, still someone was singing softly. If the woman is still alive, she should have no hostility to Anzheng, otherwise she would have already shot. She seemed to be able to shuttle around in the fog, appearing anywhere she wanted to appear.

After walking a few steps forward, An Zheng felt that his feet were a little soft.

He glanced down, the fog made him invisible even under his knees. He could only squat down, and then he saw blood.

His feet were almost soaked in blood. It should be a swamp here, it seems to be very flat, but walking on it, there will be blood seeping out. An Zheng determined that it was blood, but there was no **** smell. I don't know how big this blood swamp was, and how it was formed. However, An Zheng found that the mist rose from the blood swamp, that is to say, after walking for so long, he had just reached the center of the dense fog.

Strangely, after An Zheng stepped into the swamp, the woman's singing voice disappeared.

Anzheng felt a little cold behind his back. He turned back and saw a dark shadow in the dense fog near him. An Zheng just wanted to react, and the shadow disappeared. An Zheng rubbed his eyes, thinking it was his illusion. If it was really a person who quietly approached herself within two meters, why didn't she shoot? What is the low singing voice trying to tell yourself?

No one can give An Zheng an answer, everything can only be discovered by himself.

An Zheng raised one foot and looked, his shoes were not wet. That was definitely real blood, but why did n’t the shoes soak? An Zheng reached out his hand and touched it in the blood and quickly withdrew ... it seemed that there was no harm, except for the unusual coldness.

What is this blood? If no heavy objects are pressed on, blood will not penetrate. But the blood will not let the shoes get wet, and there is no **** smell. The touch is very real, this is a paradox.

Anzheng looked down close to the ground and could not see clearly until he was close to the blood.

Then he saw a **** face.

An Zheng fiercely took a step back, almost breaking the sword.

But his hand stopped there, because he woke up and it was his own face. But why does his face look so broken, and blood and tears are still flowing out of his eyes?

There seems to be a lot of resentment here.

An Zheng stretched his hand forward and pointed out that the twenty-seven holy fish scales were divided out into eighteen pieces, paving a way on the Bloodwater Marsh. He stepped forward on the scale of the holy fish, and took a step, and the scale of the holy fish in the back flew up to the front, so replaced. Although the blood does not hurt people, any strange things must be in danger.

I don't know how far I went, the swamp finally disappeared, replaced by a blood lake. It seems that the swamp is not the center of the mist, this blood lake is. The blood in the blood lake penetrated out for a long time, so the surrounding area became a swamp.

In order to be safe, An Zheng still took the method just now and stepped forward on the scale of the holy fish.

After walking for dozens of meters into the blood lake, Anzheng had to stop.

Not far away was a Wu Peng boat with a man wearing a hat and a fishing rod in his hand. But will there really be fish in this blood lake? The man didn't look up, just staring at the fish float.

"Bitter seas know no bounds, stay with you."

The man seemed to say such eight words.

"Set up to fool!"

An Zhengleng snorted: "No matter who you are, it's not so easy to stay with me."

The man wearing Dou Li and his clothes finally got a move, but raised his hand and gestured with a boo gesture, then the other hand suddenly raised the fishing rod, and a **** thing was taken out of the blood lake by him. Catch it out. The thing was about three feet long, twisting like a big fish. And the man grabbed the **** thing, and held it with both hands to start eating, just a few seconds, nibbling such a big thing.

There are no bones left.

An Zheng frowned: "What is that?"

The person of Dai Douji finally turned his head, and the pair of eyes that people would never forget for a lifetime with a proud smile: "It's you."

"we?"

An Zheng froze for a moment, looked at the blood lake, and then at the man: "Here ... where is it?"

The man put down the fishing rod in his hand and stood up to stretch his limbs: "Here is hell, you don't even know it is hell? It's strange, how did you come in? It's been a long time since there were no living people coming in. Your fresh soul is much better than the guy I caught. "

He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth, and there was a lot of blood on the back of his hand.

He grinned and blood was on his teeth.

"hell?"

Ann Zheng looked around and smiled: "If this is really hell, then it is really shabby. What are the rumors? Huang Quan, Naiqiao, why is there only one of you?"

The man smiled more and more strangely: "It seems that you are really ignorant ... Some people fought to guard this place, some people died to occupy this place, but you are so lucky, you just walk in casually. You really People should be proud. How could anyone who walked into this blood lake be as weak as you! "

An Zheng: "You are just a ghost."

The man's face obviously changed: "How do you know?"

An Zheng: "Because I happened to have seen an existence similar to yours not long ago, you don't have to pretend to be a ghost, you are just a remnant soul. My friend's soul was imprisoned and wanted to be a magic circle. 'S soul is too strong, so he swallowed the other souls in the circle. Are you the same? This is not a **** at all, should it be just an entrance to hell? Or is it a loophole? "

"This blood pool should be connected to hell. You can fish out and eat yourself to maintain yourself. I guess no one feeds you here, so if you can't catch the soul for a long time, it will disappear quickly."

The man looked a little inconceivable on his face, and then laughed again: "You are so weak, and nothing threatens me, but you are really smart."

He pointed to the Blood Lake: "Yes, this is not hell, but **** has a hole. I'm here to catch people who can't be reincarnated, and grab one and eat one. But eating those is not very useful. Big Most of them, like me, are incapable of being reincarnated because of incompleteness. You are different. If I kill you carefully, then your soul is complete. At that time, if I eat it, I can at least ensure that I do n’t have to worry about myself for a long time. The smoke disappeared. "

An Zheng looked at him and asked, "What about your sword?"

The man finally moved this time, his eyes were all murderous: "Do you know me?"

An Zheng shook his head: "I don't know you, but I guessed it. The gorge that was several miles outside was the one you hacked out of that year? And I also guessed. You must have hacked that sword. Nor is it you at the peak. "

"How do you know this!"

"It's very simple, because I know that this place can make people's souls reborn. So I guess, you found it because you were dying at that time, and no one wanted to die. Although I don't know because you know the existence of this secret realm , But you found it. There must be a certain connection with **** here, so it can cause a rebirth. Perhaps the person who built this mystery is too strong and directly cut through **** through a hole? "

"You found this place and fought against the people who guarded it. Although you may have reached the time when the lamp was dry, the person who guarded here still lost to you. He died, and you also died. After you died, The soul has not found a way to regenerate, and can only catch those ghosts in this hole connected to **** to maintain themselves, am I right? "

The man was silent for a while and shook his head: "There is one thing you didn't say right ... The person who guards here has not lost."

An Zheng frowned slightly: "He didn't lose, but you stayed here?"

The man did not answer An Zheng's question, but looked at the broken army sword in An Zheng's hand: "Good sword!"

An Zheng: "Thank you."

The man reaches for his hand: "Sword!"

But the sword didn't move.

He was obviously surprised: "In this world, is there a sword that I can't control?"

An Zheng felt that there was a very strong force that wanted to take the Sword of the Broken Army from his own hands. If the Sword of the Broken Army was the usual kind of blood connection, it might have been taken away by the other party. The Sword of the Broken Army was created by the blood of An Zheng, just like the part of An Zheng's body.

Glory appeared in the man's eyes: "It's really a good sword. I actually knew the protector. This anti-shock force is very powerful. It is actually a purple product artifact."

He stretched out his hand again, but then suddenly stopped after reaching in the air, and then squatted down with his head in his hands. It seemed that his head hurt suddenly and it was unbearable. He fell on the boat and then rolled in pain. The boat rocked violently, and on several occasions he nearly tipped under the boat.

"Get out of ... I ... get out!"

He shouted intermittently, his voice hoarse, obviously painful. The roaring sound was completely different from the one who had just spoken. An Zheng felt more and more strange, what is going on with this person?

"You give me ... Get out!"

The voice suddenly became sad, and then the man's body stopped suddenly, as if he were dead. An Zheng was cautiously alert and did not dare to act rashly. It feels like that person should be very strong, but when striving, An Zheng didn't feel the power of that state.

The man lay there for a long time before sitting up slowly, then raised his hand and rubbed his head. He looked at Anzheng: "Did you not scare you?"

Anzheng frowned deeper: "What are you talking about?"

The man sighed for a long time: "I mean, didn't you scare you just now? The man just now, fortunately, I woke up faster than before, otherwise you may have suffered unexpectedly. This is not what you should come Let ’s go somewhere, while I ’m still awake. I do n’t know how long I can hold on, he ’s leading longer and longer, and I ’m getting shorter and shorter. I know that because he is constantly devouring ghosts, thinking Kill me completely. "

An Zheng: "You? He?"

"I ... not him."

The man stood up again, not in the same position as before, very straight, like a soldier. He looked at An Zheng, and his eyes were completely different from that of the man just now.

"Come on, I don't want to explain more. Didn't Xiaoyou stop you outside? It seems that she has become weaker and weaker."

An Zheng suddenly responded: "You are the guardian of this secret realm!"