After sending Zhuo Bufan to the ground, the Dapeng Golden Condor was stored in the Mystic Bone Ring by Zhuo Bufan.
Then, Zhuo Bufan came to the riverbank.
In front of him was a long blood-colored river that connected the north and south, separating the east and west banks.
It was like a natural chasm between the two lands, causing countless cultivators to shrink back and find it difficult to cross.
The river was a hundred feet wide and the water was scarlet red. Occasionally, huge waves would hit the riverbank with deafening sounds.
Looking up, there were endless blood-colored sand dunes on the other side of the river.
On the sand dunes, there were white bones and blood-colored demonic corpses. It was extremely terrifying and shocking.
Vaguely, there was also rolling blood Qi lingering around. One look at it and one would feel their mind being captivated and unable to extricate themselves.
Apart from the white bones, there were all kinds of divine weapons and natural treasures on the blood-colored sand dunes that made people envious.
"Look at that black sword. It's surrounded by dark Qi and has a threatening sword Qi. It has the spiritual Qi of the king of weapons."
"That saber that cut the demonic corpse's skull is not bad either. That demonic corpse is obviously a capable person who has cultivated to the Great Seamless Golden Core realm. It's a treasured saber to be able to cut off the head of a Great Seamless Golden Core realm cultivator. "
"I have my eyes on that Golden Overlord Spear. It's definitely a divine spear for it to still be so golden and domineering even after thousands of years."
A group of people stood on one side of the river and looked at the treasures on the other side covetously. Their eyes were already burning with passion.
However, they could only look at it. The group of people stood by the riverbank and were helpless.
"Why don't we cross the river?"
Zhuo Bufan could not help but ask.
At this moment, there were at least eight hundred people standing on the riverbank, if not a thousand. However, no one crossed the river, which puzzled Zhuo Bufan.
A white-robed old Daoist priest standing beside Zhuo Bufan smiled bitterly.
"Kid, do you think it's easy to cross the river? Do you know what river this is? "
Zhuo Bufan shook his head honestly.
"I don't know."
"Tsk, how dare you come to the Blood Desert if you don't even know this river? How did you get here? "
The old Daoist in white was clearly in disbelief.
Zhuo Bufan shrugged and said.
"I flew here!"
"Senior, you still haven't told me what this river is."
Zhuo Bufan continued to ask.
He knew very well that since so many people were standing by the river and did not dare to cross it, the river was obviously not as turbulent as it looked on the surface.
After hearing this, the old Daoist in white stroked his beard, squinted at Zhuo Bufan, and finally said.
"Then I'll tell you!"
"This river is called the God-Devouring Blood River."
"The sand at the bottom of this river has a type of blood-colored God-Devouring Sand. This kind of sand can devour a person's soul. It's extremely terrifying. "
"Do you know the Blood Altar of Stone Desolation City? It's made of this God-Devouring Sand."
"Once you cross the river, you will be affected by the God-Devouring Sand at the bottom of the river, and you will develop inner demons."
"Be it man or beast, no one dares to fly over."
"Only those in the Primordial Soul Realm who have transcended the inner demons can cross it safely."
"Those below the Primordial Soul Realm can only watch from afar."
The old Daoist in white told Zhuo Bufan about the origin of the God-Devouring Blood River.
Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly when he heard that.
He did not expect the river to be so terrifying that those below the Primordial Soul Realm could not cross it.
However, the Xuan Platform he was looking for was just across the river! Did he have to give up?
"Kid, you are in the Soul Travel Realm, right? Give up. Those below the Primordial Soul Realm cannot cross it. "
The old Daoist in white could sense that Zhuo Bufan's soul realm was similar to his, so he tried to persuade him.
"In fact, the opposite side of the God-Devouring Blood River is the true Blood Desert."
"And this river only eliminates the weaklings who want to enter the Blood Desert."
Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly when he heard that.
"Does that mean that you are also a weakling?"
The old Daoist with the white beard nearly vomited blood when he heard that.
"You, you ignorant brat. What are you saying?"
"Weren't you the one who said that those who can't cross the river are weaklings?"
The old Daoist was dumbfounded when he heard that! He seemed to have dug a hole for himself.
"Kid, do you want to spar with me? Although I am not in the Primordial Soul Realm, I can still kill one or two ignorant brats. "
Zhuo Bufan ignored the old Daoist who wanted to spar with him. Instead, he walked to the bank of the God-Devouring Blood River alone.
"Save it!"
Zhuo Bufan narrowed his eyes slightly and saved it in time.
Now, his three saves were: West Bank of the God-Devouring Blood River, Blood Desert Sand Dune, and Mass Graves.
"Can't cross it? I don't believe it! "
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Bufan leaped up and suddenly plunged into the God-Devouring Blood River before him.
"Hey, kid, do you have a death wish?"
The old Daoist in white rushed forward when he saw Zhuo Bufan jump down.
The people at the side also surrounded him.
"What's going on? Did someone cross the river again? "
"Who's the one crossing the river this time?"
Those people were all below the Primordial Soul Realm. The reason why they stood by the bank was to see which mighty figure could cross the God-Devouring Blood River.
The old Daoist in white sighed when he heard that.
"It's a brat who doesn't listen to his elders. That kid is only in the Soul Gate Realm."
The surrounding people were in an uproar when they heard that.
"No way, a Soul Gate Realm cultivator dares to cross the God-Devouring Blood River?"
"He's courting death. Daoist Master, why didn't you stop him? You've caused the death of another outstanding young cultivator in the cultivation world! "
Someone actually blamed the old Daoist for not stopping him.
The old Daoist felt wronged.
"I did stop him. I told him clearly that the God-Devouring Blood River is not for those below the Primordial Soul Realm. But this guy is stubborn! He didn't listen to me and even mocked me. "
The others exclaimed when they heard that.
"No way, he's that fierce? He dares to cross the God-Devouring Blood River despite knowing it's there? "
"I think he's courting death. He can't blame us. Let's just watch him die quietly. No one can help him. "
The group of people stood by the river bank, unable to help even if they wanted to.
At that moment, Zhuo Bufan, who had jumped into the God-Devouring Blood River, finally popped his head out.
Daoist Master Understand hurriedly shouted when he saw that.
"Brat, hurry up and get ashore. You're courting death."
"That's right, brat. You're just in the Soul Gate Realm. Don't be so reckless. The opportunity on the other side is not something you can obtain. "
"There's a price to pay for pretending to be a mighty figure."
"That's right. We can't help him either. Let's just watch him court death!"
"If you don't court death, you won't die. There will always be some people who think they're different from the rest. Only when their souls are destroyed will they realize that they're just a small fry. "
Some people stood by the shore and tried their best to dissuade him, while others crossed their arms and mocked him.
However, Zhuo Bufan didn't pay any attention to them. Or rather, he couldn't hear their shouts at all.
After jumping into the God-Devouring Blood River, Zhuo Bufan immediately realized that his soul had suffered a powerful impact.
Boom!
At that moment, his entire mind went blank.
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