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Spreading blood spread over his feet, Han Jiangchen turned his head suddenly, and saw pairs of eyes starting to emerge from the pool of dripping blood, the blood stream gathered around them, and strange-shaped shadows were pulled out from them, but it took dozens of eyes to blink. as much.

For a moment, the narrow stairway seemed to grow bigger, and the blood shadows crowded every step, and dozens of pairs of eyes stared at the crowd in the center. The shadows have both human and animal shapes, like the "snake" just now, without a face, only two pairs of eyes shining on the blood-colored body.

Despite the different shapes, that look was the same...it was a happy, excited light.

The crowd screamed and huddled in a corner involuntarily, like a group of terrified lambs facing an approaching pack of wolves. And the next moment, the piercing sword light flashed in front of his eyes, cutting off the closest blood shadows mercilessly, and the splashed blood splashed on the wall, spreading like ink dripping into water.

Han Jiangchen took a deep breath of energy, and the spirit sword he struck flew up, lingering around him. At the same time, he flipped his hand, held several defensive charms in his hands, chanted the spells to stimulate them, and then scattered them all to the crowd behind him.

It was his task to protect these people, but he didn't know how far he could do it, so he simply used all the defensive spells, leaving only the most critical one - Wei Ze gave Their binding spirit talisman.

The gleaming symbols on the spells connected with each other, forming a translucent barrier to surround the crowd, and the surrounding blood was completely blocked by the barrier. Outside the barrier, only Han Jiangchen was left standing there alone, with the long sword slowly across his chest, and then suddenly cut out like a gust of wind into the blood field in front of him!

The people in the enchantment held their breath unintentionally. They saw bloody shadows rushing towards him one after another, and splashed into blood rain all over the sky amidst the sword light. That figure walked forward under the torrential rain, stepped on the dripping pool of blood step by step, and killed like a forest wherever he went!

No one would think that it was done by a cultivator in the Qi refining period. At this moment, that figure is like a killing god in a bloody storm.

He used himself as a bait to rush into the enemy's formation, like a boulder smashed into the lake, but what splashed was not water but scattered blood! The figure carrying the Yin-Yang mark soared up, carrying scattered sharpness, one after another blood shadows fell down and melted in front of him, and the pool of blood under his feet seemed to be agitated with life.

In the blink of an eye, he had killed more than a dozen blood shadows, but the spreading pool of blood did not stop at all, but intensified instead. Bloody climbed up the wall and the handrail of the stairs, as if his field of vision was covered with a red filter, and the whole scene was distorted in it.

Han Jiangchen's face gradually darkened,

He adjusted his breathing power, withdrew his long sword after one step, and no longer took the initiative to attack, but just stood in front of the enchantment covering the crowd like a barrier, ready to attack every move.

Killing the blood shadow failed to stop the spread of the abnormality. This proves that the existence that manipulates this space is not among these shadows. His spiritual power is running out, and he can't tolerate much squandering. Before that, he must find a way to break this space...

space?

Han Jiangchen stopped suddenly, swiped away a blood shadow that was rushing forward, and looked up while taking advantage of the gap between the next one.

After such a short period of time, the ceiling suddenly seemed to become infinitely high, and the blood dripping from the gaps stained every square brick. The bricks seemed to be stretched and pulled apart by something, the straight lines in the gaps were pulled into curves, and the flat tiles seemed to be undulating like waves, as if... the whole space was being kneaded!

"It" is changing the rules of this space!

Horrible conjectures flashed through his mind like electricity, and Han Jiangchen's heart tightened suddenly. At the same moment, the air in the room seemed to suddenly become viscous, and some kind of power suddenly enveloped him, causing his movements to stop uncontrollably.

......

At the same time, the executive department of Ancheng's abnormal incident department.

Jiang Ling rushed into the office quickly, and the people at the table immediately stood up when they saw her, all of them looked like iron.

"I heard that the monitor has issued an alarm?" Jiang Ling cut to the chase, "What's going on?"

The people at the table glanced at each other, and then a somewhat warm report was handed to her. The top one was the spiritual power monitoring model, but the bottom ones were some geological reports that she couldn't understand.

"North of Ancheng, there was a spiritual reaction in the Huanghe River." Liu Qingyan, the leader, said, "And more importantly, according to the reaction from the front line, within the previous hour, the lower reaches of the Yellow River...thawed."

Jiang Ling shrunk her pupils slightly, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the calendar: Today is New Year's Eve, although the New Year's Eve is late this year, it is still far from spring, and the temperature is below zero. Under normal circumstances, the Yellow River should be an excellent skating rink at this time.

"A demon?" Her first reaction was this.

"No...According to the analysis of the surrounding area by the geological detector, we think..." The speaker's eyes became more mysterious, "The impact is more similar to...a submarine volcanic eruption."

"Will there be a submarine volcano under the Yellow River?" Jiang Ling was startled.

"We can't believe that if the normal volcanic eruption is in the state, the surrounding dozens or even hundreds of kilometers will not be spared. The vibration caused by the eruption alone is enough to completely burst the Yellow River... But the current analysis is true. .”

As the man said, he turned on the projection screen in front of him, and the real picture of the Yellow River was displayed on the screen.

It was already night, but the picture taken by the special equipment was still very clear: I saw a large amount of water vapor rolling in the huge river, and the turbulent waves could be seen under the steam.

In addition, there are piles of gray-white unidentified objects floating on the water. When the focus is zoomed in, it can be found that they are stones floating on the water.

"Volcanic pumice, commonly known as 'Jiangmo stone', is a loose and porous mineral formed by magma after a volcanic eruption—people on the front line have confirmed that this is what is often left behind after a submarine volcanic eruption. The product of magma being rapidly cooled by water... but we didn't find where the eruption point was."

Liu Qingyan thought for a moment, then continued to speak.

"There have been similar situations in Lin Province before: shark-like remains were found in Dongting Lake in Hunan Province, and the salt content of the lake rose sharply at the same time; desert-like sandstorms appeared on the edge of Huangshan Mountain in Anhui Province... Similar phenomena will bring The skyrocketing spiritual power within a certain period of time has led to a large-scale spiritual reaction in the surrounding area, which is probably the reason for the abnormal enrichment of spiritual power this time."

"This..." Jiang Ling opened her eyes slightly, but she quickly calmed herself down and thought, "I heard from the teacher that when I was in Weihe, it was because the demon king in the spirit weapon was released together, which caused the surrounding reaction ...will it be the same this time?"

"This is exactly what we are considering now." Liu Qingyan nodded, "However, there is indeed no reaction similar to that of the demon king near the Yellow River... We believe that the source of the anomaly is most likely in the adjacent province, but now that The side has not sent back an exact report, and we have to wait."

"Is that so..." Jiang Ling took the report thoughtfully.

......

In the blood-colored space, there was deathly silence.

All movement was cut off in an instant, and everyone in the room felt a mountain-like pressure at the same time. Obviously there is nothing in front of my eyes, but there seems to be a strange sound echoing in my ears for a moment: it is like an old-fashioned wooden wheel rolling over the ground, it is creaking... the sound of driving.

Han Jiangchen breathed with all his strength and tried his best to maintain the circulation of his spiritual power, but it became more and more difficult to even breathe, as if he was being pinched by an invisible giant palm.

Even though he had expected it before, the coercion was still beyond imagination, which made him feel chills at his fingertips, as if the blood in his whole body froze in an instant, and the bone-piercing coolness went straight to his brain.

This is an absolute lack of strength. Needless to say, it is a counterattack. Just being locked by that breath will make people unable to move at all.

And "it" hasn't even shown up yet.

At this moment, he heard the sound of something breaking... It was the enchantment! The enchantment formed by the spell is collapsing! Some kind of dominating existence gave an order to this space, and the content of that order was...death!

The pool of blood under the feet spread out like boiling, all the blood shadows were submerged in it and lost their outlines, and then the tiles on the floor, the steps in front of them, the blood-stained wall... until finally the whole scene was covered by the pool of blood Submerged, everything in the scene disappeared in an instant, leaving only a piece of empty blood as far as the eyes could see, as if sealed in some kind of giant egg.

In other words, this is what this place should be like—this is a space completely composed of spiritual power. All phantoms in this are generated by spiritual power, and all rules are subject to the guidance of a certain existence.

Or should I say, that's... a demon!

"save…"

The suppressed cry came to his ears, but the next moment it seemed to be cut off by something. Han Jiangchen tried his best to look back, only to see that the faces of the people behind him were distorted in horror, they were waving their arms, but they couldn't take another step.

At this time, the pool of blood on the ground had already covered their insteps, as if invisible hands were firmly holding them in place. The spread is still going on, like some kind of bacterial colony is eroding upward bit by bit, but the eroded person seems to be unable to make any sound, all he can do is look at the boy in front of him with begging eyes, as if praying for the last hope.

"help me..."

Han Jiangchen came back to his senses with a jolt, and the strange sound of driving in his ears disappeared at the same time, replaced by the voices of some people in his memory.

"Kunlun students are for all sentient beings."

"Letting mortals die before their eyes is a disgrace to beheading demons."

"Little God, please...help us."

The spreading blood shadows suddenly stopped, as if they had touched an invisible barrier. A sharp aura spread from that spirit sword, and that aura was full of... murderous intent!

This is the task of the school and an order that must be obeyed. For the first time in his life, he was needed by someone, so he had to fight until the last moment no matter what.

Fight until...death!

The wind of spiritual power stirred up again, he gave up all defenses, released all the spiritual power that had been collected in his body, and he actually forcibly broke free from the shackles of that coercion! The spirit sword in his hand was slowly raised, and then the sword plunged heavily into the ground, the fluctuating spiritual power swept across the audience like the wind, and it actually forced the piles of blood shadows back a few steps away, even with the blood that eroded the body. It's all like a stagnation.

Han Jiangchen gasped for breath, his spiritual power was almost exhausted. He quickly scanned the distorted space in front of him, the fluctuating spiritual power turned into wind in his eyes, and the wind was rushing madly at an astonishing speed.

He was looking for the "eye" of this place.

Now that the phantom has faded, the spiritual power contained in it has also stripped off its superficial disguise, so he can clearly see the traces of the flow in it—since it is a space made up of spiritual power, there must be critical loopholes. Just find that loophole to break the space.

Although he may not have the chance to go out after this, as long as he can get this group of people out of trouble, his mission will be considered complete.

He squinted his eyes, only to feel that the flow of spiritual power in front of him was like a group of demons dancing wildly. Occasionally, even small gaps would be submerged in an instant. Weakness began to sweep over, and his hand holding the sword trembled a little. Just as he was forcing himself to cheer up, the scene in front of him suddenly changed again.

Blood color began to spread in the field of vision, flooding the ceiling and the ground, flooding the standing figures, until covering the entire field of vision, and in the abnormal blood color, there was an unusual light faintly revealed.

He suddenly understood the situation right now: being put together, he was finally pulled into the dream created by "it"! Now this space...has become a dream built just for him!

That thing was targeting him!

Han Jiangchen didn't know well, so he hurriedly restrained his mind and guarded the altar, concentrating all his spiritual power on the blade. He must remain absolutely awake, no matter what hallucinations appear, he must...!

Suddenly, a warm light lit up in the field of vision. In the depths of my memory, there is a dimly lit table lamp in a certain hut. Under the light are old wooden tables and steaming meals. A figure is standing by the lit gas stove, and the pot on the stove is gurgling. The ground rings.

His pupils shrank slightly... In this dream scene, he saw the faceless figure turn his head and show him a vague and warm smile.

"You're back." The figure said.

The spirit sword, which was as powerful as thunder, froze.

It took only a moment for him to realize that he had made an unforgivable mistake, and hastily withdrew all his spiritual power to protect his consciousness, and the illusion in front of him was shattered. But at the same moment, an abyss-like darkness rushed out from before his eyes, and a giant figure flashed through it. The thing had huge wings that soared to the sky, and the nine heads on its neck opened their eyes at the same time.

"It" caught him.

The scene was still silent, but he saw the storm-like fluctuations in an instant, which made him subconsciously move his sword forward, converging all his strength on the sword. But at the same time, some kind of supreme power gushed out from the storm, and the sharp murderous intent was like an invisible sharp arrow!

In the next instant, the sharp arrow pierced his chest.

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