Cui Jing was furious. With a low roar, he once again charged at Jian Wushuang.
This time, he did not dodge, but raised his sword to fight.
Jian Wushuang, who had mastered his sword essence to its peak, was confident that as long as Cui Jing did not seek death, he could not harm him.
The more they fought, the more shocked Cui Jing became. While he was eager to win, he was not a reckless person. How could he not notice that Jian Wushuang was not using any derivative power, and was only using the real sword in his hand to fight back and forth?
What kind of strength was this to be able to do this?
The real sword stabbed forward, forcing Cui Jing back step by step. At the same time, Jian Wushuang suddenly bent down, changed the hilt of his sword, and whipped the body of the real sword into Cui Jing's body.
A wave of pain came from his stomach, and then Cui Jing's body flew backwards and landed heavily on the ground.
Suddenly, under the transparent floor, thousands of vicious souls broke free from the sea of blood. They all screamed as they attached themselves to the transparent stone slab, as if waiting to be fed.
Jian Wushuang frowned slightly and took half a step back.
Cui Jing clutched his chest and sat up from the ground, looking at him with a complicated expression.
He understood that this seemingly equal situation had been an illusion. Jian Wushuang had not even used his full power from start to finish.
He had lost like this. It was inexplicable, but also seemed to be predestined.
The hall was deathly silent. At this time, a change occurred.
With Jian Wushuang as the center, the ground suddenly cracked, and the fine cracks spread through more than half of the hall.
Then, it collapsed.
The collapse was so fast that no one could react. Jian Wushuang, Chen Qing, and the others fell into the sea of blood along with the rubble.
Countless vicious souls cheered, like a carnival. Layer by layer, they lay on their bodies and were dragged into the depths of the sea of blood.
Looking at the collapsed ground, Cui Jing instinctively turned his head to look.
At some point, Matron Sha had come up behind him, holding the skull scepter as she calmly looked at the churning sea of blood in the pit.
"Big, Big Sis, are they alright?" Cui Jing gulped.
She didn't say anything. After a while, she slowly turned around. "Drag them up again in the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn and settle them in the walled city."
Cui Jing nodded. Although he didn't know what she wanted, he obeyed her orders.
The time it took for half an incense stick to burn was neither long nor short.
Cui Jing focused on observing the movements in the Blood Sea so that he could pull Jian Wushuang and the others out in case of an emergency.
At this moment, the boundless Blood Sea was surging. The extremely dense Blood Qi transformed into ghosts and suppressed Jian Wushuang and the others who had fallen into the Blood Sea like fish fighting for food.
The karma and great calamity that he had tried his best to avoid finally swarmed over.
As far as the eye could see, all they could see was an extremely dense blood-red color. Jian Wushuang and the others could do nothing about it. They could only float powerlessly in the Blood Sea.
If their strength hadn't been damaged, these evil thoughts wouldn't have been able to invade them at all.
But now, even Di Qing was helpless. His true fate was reincarnated, and now his strength was even weaker than Chun Qiu.
A giant monster mixed with evil thoughts stretched out its hand from the depths of the Blood Sea and dragged them down to the bottom of the sea bit by bit.
The Blood Sea also gradually calmed down from the initial churning.
After half an incense stick's time, Cui Jing jumped onto the Blood Sea alone. Looking at the scene in front of him, he waved his hand.
Suddenly, the Blood Sea was separated into a natural moat.
The ugly giant monster formed by countless evil thoughts and ferocious ghosts appeared from the natural moat.
It slowly opened its palm that was more than ten feet wide, and Jian Wushuang and the others who had already fainted appeared in front of Cui Jing's eyes.
"Where did these guys come from? Although they all look very weak, why do they have a kind of breathtaking momentum?" Cui Jing frowned. The confrontation with Jian Wushuang not long ago had obviously left a deep impression on him.
"Could it be that they are also cultivators who don't belong to this continent? Or are they like those baldies, guests from outer space? "
Cui Jing waved his hand and took Jian Wushuang and the others from the giant monster's palm. After carefully inspecting them and not finding any useful information, he carried them and left.
The entire Boundless Blood Sea returned to its state of howling miserably.
…
Blood red, enough to corrode the heart, spread over and tainted everything.
This kind of negative influence that was filled with evil thoughts, despair, dead silence, and resentment, even a Derived Immortal's heart would be tainted if he was careless. From there, he would be infected with inexplicable karma and a great calamity.
Jian Wushuang suddenly sat up from the ground, cold sweat flowing down his temples.
As far as the eye could see, the sea of blood was no longer there. There was only a quiet and cold bluestone road.
"Wasn't I still in the Blood Sea just now? Why is it now … Could it be an illusion? "
After probing the fusion of the Derived Force in his body and the outside world, Jian Wushuang was sure that this was not an illusion.
He slowly stood up, standing on this limestone road that could only accommodate two people walking side by side, and looked around.
The hazy sky was suffused with a smoky green color after the rain.
On both sides of this limestone road, there were deep waters that had just sprouted lotus buds.
Looking into the distance, the hazy distance and the deep waters were connected, there was an indescribable feeling of illusory bitterness.
And Jian Wushuang stood in the center of this limestone road, there were unknown places in front and behind him.
Everything here was silent to the extreme. It was like a painting, filled with a sense of unreality.
But his expression was still calm, after pondering for a moment, he took a step and slowly walked forward.
A long gust of wind blew over, ruffling the dense lotus leaves on both sides of the deep and quiet water.
At this time, the lotus had not bloomed, the huge lotus buds were almost sunk on the water.
Jian Wushuang walked slowly, there was an indescribable strangeness in his heart.
He was sure that the scene before him was the strangest place he had come to since he started cultivating.
This strangeness was not the terror of facing life and death, the powerlessness of facing an enemy that he could not resist, and the fear of facing the unknown.
Instead, it was a strange feeling of discomfort that was unknowingly caused by some subtle thing that was different from his understanding.
It was like a nightmare from a long time ago, or the muddled ravings of someone who had a serious illness.
This kind of place should not exist, or it should be said that this kind of place was formed by one's mind.
Jian Wushuang did not change his expression, although he had understood a little in his heart, he still walked slowly like before.
Under this strange and hazy sky, there was only a bluestone road that extended into the endless distance.
On the deep and bitter water surface, it was desolate and lonely to the extreme.
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