Ling Xiao had no intention of interfering in other people's business. He went around and went straight to the blood pool.
Near the blood pool, there was a strong prisoner guarding.
He was soaking in the blood pool and seemed to be absorbing the energy in the blood pool.
Seeing Ling Xiao appear, a contemptuous smile appeared in his eyes. "Here comes another one to die!"
"Kid, get lost. I'm in a good mood today and have no intention of killing. You can leave now."
The prisoner waved his hand as if he was chasing away a mosquito.
Ling Xiao did not talk nonsense with him.
The prisoner's cultivation was in the middle stage of the Second Level of Hell, but he was not a Reincarnation Realm martial artist. He was not afraid at all.
Using the Moonlight Meteor Steps, he turned into a bolt of lightning and fell into the blood pool.
After that, the prisoner's eyes popped out. Even until his death, he did not know how he died.
He did not look like a strong opponent. How could he be crippled in one move?
It did not matter if he did not understand.
Ling Xiao did not need him to understand. He threw the corpse out and dived into the blood pool.
In the blood pool, energy surged and there was an incomparable smell of blood.
An ordinary martial artist would not be able to withstand such an aura. However, Ling Xiao had the Killing God White Blade Martial Spirit. What kind of mountain of corpses had he not seen before?
How could he be frightened by the smell of blood in the blood pool?
He immersed himself in it and soon entered a state of cultivation.
The blood-sucking demonic beast in his body seemed to come alive when it saw the fresh blood. However, it was suppressed by the Tyrannical Martial Spirit and could only transfer its energy into Ling Xiao's body.
Ling Xiao could feel that the gate to the Second Level of Hell was slowly opening as the energy of the blood-sucking demonic beast was being absorbed.
Unlike the first opening, the opening this time around was much more difficult.
Moreover, the energy released from the gate to Hell that disturbed cultivation was stronger than before.
Ling Xiao had to deal with it carefully to prevent himself from going berserk.
At the same time, the blood in the blood pool was decreasing as if it was being consumed.
By the time the second layer of Hell's Gate was half open, the blood pool had completely dried up.
Ling Xiao could not help but sigh.
In the end, he was still a little lacking.
Looking at the gate to the second level of Hell that had yet to fully open, he slowly stood up.
"If it was a Demon Envoy, I'm afraid he would have already succeeded in breaking through. But for me to break through, I need a lot more materials than others.
This was probably the price of being stronger than others every time he made a breakthrough.
The heavens are indeed fair. "
But now, even without a breakthrough, Ling Xiao's strength was still much stronger than before.
He stood up and prepared to look around to see if there were any other pools of blood on the second floor of the Ghost Prison.
If there was another similar blood pool, then he would be able to break through.
Just as he was about to leave, he noticed Cheng Feiying standing not too far away. She was holding her weapon and looking around vigilantly.
It was obvious that he was protecting her.
"Miss Fei Ying, why are you being so nice to this guy? He offended someone from the Sand Race. Sooner or later, he won't have a good ending. Don't get implicated."
Voices of objection came from the crowd.
"That's right, Miss Fei Ying. This kid actually ran to the second floor of the Ghost Prison alone. He's tired of living.
If he doesn't want to live, why are you protecting him? "
Someone else said.
"Shut up, all of you. This is my business. If you don't want to stay, then move on and do what you should do."
Cheng Feiying shouted coldly.
Hearing this, Ling Xiao was a little touched.
He had set up a formation to protect himself when he was cultivating in the blood pool. Even if there was no one to protect him, nothing would happen.
But he was really grateful for Cheng Feiying's kindness.
He lifted his foot and walked over. This time, he took a closer look at the people with Cheng Feiying.
The oldest was only twenty years old, and the youngest was only sixteen or seventeen. But their cultivations were all at the second level of Hell of the Yin Yang Realm.
Some of them were even Reincarnation realm martial artists.
They were probably the backbone of Orange Immortal Mountain, not the brats who participated in the trial on the first floor of the Ghost Prison.
"Miss Fei Ying, thank you for your kindness. I've finished my cultivation."
Ling Xiao's voice sounded. Cheng Feiying turned her head. At first, she looked pleasantly surprised, but then she complained, "Do you know where this is?
This is the second floor of the Ghost Prison. If you cultivate like this, you'll easily lose your life! "
Although her voice was stern, Ling Xiao could hear the concern in it.
He smiled and said, "Ling Xiao has learned his lesson. I won't dare to do this again."
"That's more like it!"
Cheng Feiying couldn't help but laugh. "You don't seem to be someone who accepts mistakes so easily. Why have you changed?"
"Because I have a good impression of you."
Ling Xiao said with a smile.
He didn't know that while he was talking and laughing with Cheng Feiying, the disciples of Orange Immortal Mountain were gnashing their teeth in jealousy.
In Orange Immortal Mountain, Cheng Feiying was like a goddess.
If the person who pursued Cheng Feiying was a disciple of Upper Eight Immortal Mountain, they would accept it because they were inferior to others.
But what was Ling Xiao?
He was just a disciple of Black Immortal Mountain, ranked last in Lower Eight Immortal Mountain. They looked down on him.
"When did you become so glib-tongued?"
Cheng Feiying blushed.
She felt a little regretful when she thought about how her grandfather had promised to marry Ling Xiao and later broke the engagement.
In fact, Ling Xiao was much more powerful than Desert Cloud.
Her grandfather was also frightened by the name of the Sand Clan.
"I'm just telling the truth. How is that glib-tongued?"
Ling Xiao couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
"Okay, let's not talk about this. I see that you don't have any helpers. Why don't you come with us? The second floor of the Ghost Prison is different from the first floor. There are dangers everywhere. The more people, the better."
Cheng Feiying took the initiative to suggest.
Ling Xiao thought about it. Cheng Feiying had protected him before. If he didn't agree, he wouldn't be giving her face.
In front of so many people, Cheng Feiying wouldn't be able to back down.
Besides, this trip was indeed dangerous. If he could join forces with Cheng Feiying, he might be able to go further.
Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "Okay. Miss Feiying has such good intentions. If I don't agree, it would be unappreciative of me."
Cheng Feiying smiled and said, "I was worried that you would refuse. Don't worry, we won't be a burden to you. These are all experts. Each of them stepped into the second floor of Hell before I did."
"Miss Feiying, I'm afraid this isn't appropriate. If such a person comes with us, he will be a burden."
Among the crowd of Orange Immortal Mountain, there were people who were mad with jealousy of Ling Xiao.
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