Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 42 Blood Puppet
Just after Li Weixuan's fierce sword energy blasted the skull centipede into bone powder, a group of people saw that they had reached the center of the ruins.

The crowded building has a gap here, and the downward depression forms a deep pit.

The pit was now filled with a viscous dark red liquid, like rotten blood.

What's even more exaggerated is that the blood pool is still moving.

As if alive, the entire blood pool is constantly contracting and relaxing at a unique frequency, just like a large slime.

And as it moved, large and small air bubbles continued to emerge from it, and the rotten breath released went straight to the top of the sky, and it felt like my brain would rot if I took a breath.

I finally know where all the blood went!

It seems that my imagination needs to continue to be tempered. This thing is much more curious than blood tofu.

What was even more unexpected was that there was actually a person in the middle of the blood pool.

This man was extremely tall, but his beard and hair were all white, and he looked old.

At this moment, his eyes were closed and he was motionless.

What is surprising is that not only is his body intact, but his upper body is also spotless, which is in stark contrast to the stench under his feet.

In addition, in the old man's right hand, he held an exaggerated halberd.

Just looking at the luster flowing on it, one knows that it is definitely a magic weapon.

However, if you look carefully, you can find that the old man's blood-soaked calf has been faintly corroded, and the dark rust has spread to his waist.

"You wait here."

Li Weixuan said coldly, and immediately prepared to go down to find out.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The dark red slurry in the blood pool twitched strangely, and then formed a vortex centered on the old man.

The stench instantly increased tenfold.

The speed of the vortex went from slow to fast, accelerating crazily, winding up along the old man's legs in a blink of an eye, quickly wrapping the entire lower body.

The next moment, the top of the slurry shrank into a round column, and then shook like a snake, lifting the old man high into the air.

The halberd in the old man's hand was raised high and fell from the sky, like an executioner about to kill.

clang!
Accompanied by a flame that tore through the sky, the old man straddled a distance of tens of meters, and smashed his halberd hard on the ground in front of everyone.

On the other side of him, Li Weixuan, who had been unharmed so far, finally had some bloodstains on his body.

The blow failed, and the old man stood in the air again under the support of the blood column.

"Stay away."

Li Weixuan signaled everyone to back off.

The next moment, the sword intent surged with murderous aura.

This is the power of the fourth-order peak.

Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration, but his eyes were fixed on the old man opposite him.

The power of the halberd just now was really terrifying. If Li Weixuan hadn't blocked it, the exploration team would either be killed or injured.

It's a pity that the latter who launched this attack still didn't open his eyes, and his movements were sluggish, like a dead person.

Sure enough, the lower body is the real body?
Fu Qian looked at the lump holding the old man.

Now the mass has completely turned into a slug, and most of the dark red slurry has been absorbed into its body, exposing a circular dome at the bottom of the pool.

The old man should have been standing on it just now.

Just when everyone's eyes were attracted by this battle, Fu Qian walked to the lake without making a sound.

There's something he's wanted to do for a long time.

Looking at it along the way, he was convinced that his guess should be correct.

The flesh and blood of those who entered the furnace were refined according to special rules, and then formed into various twisted monsters.

This blood pool is obviously one of the products.

So the question is, why is this old man not affected?
It seems that he has been here for a long time.

When something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and only those who are not governed by the rules can go out.

Looking at the dark red pool water, Fu Qian cut a wound on his arm, then turned his palm upside down, letting the blood flow into it.

Logically speaking, blood is already dead after leaving the body, so it should be absorbed quickly.

However, what was unexpected was that the blood that Fu Qian had flowed into the pool not only did not fuse, but even floated directly on the surface, as if oil and water were incompatible.

Meaning I'm not affected either?Fu Qian's eyes lit up.

Do I have anything in common with this elder?Except they're all men.

Fu Qian was frowning and thinking here, when he suddenly found that his blood in the blood pool had changed.

As if being pulled by some force, the blood floating on the surface of the blood pool moved.

Soon, the ball of blood was pulled into a blood line, flowing towards the old man who was lifted into the air.

Can this be done?
Fu Qian watched helplessly as the blood line went up the blood column of the old man's lower body, and finally disappeared at the old man's waist.

Because the color contrast is not obvious, no one else noticed this detail except him.

At this time, the battle between the two of them was coming to an end. Although the old man was extremely powerful and had a magical weapon, he looked like a puppet after all, and his movements were far from being so flexible.

Under Li Weixuan's stormy attack, he soon lost the wind, and at this moment he was already struggling to support himself.

Li Weixuan also seemed to see that the blood pillar under the old man was the real body, so the sword did not leave the opponent's lower body, and the blood splattered and the juice flowed horizontally.

As the blood column on the old man's lower body was torn apart for the last time, the old man shook his whole body, let out a groan, and opened his eyes.

He began to struggle hard, and finally broke free before the blood column closed, and jumped onto the shore.

"Thank you for helping me break free from that nightmare."

Kneeling on the spot and gasping for breath, for the first time a human look appeared in the old man's eyes.

"I didn't expect such a day to come."

The old man spoke very slowly, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Seeing this, Li Weixuan also stopped attacking, but still looked at him warily, and asked three soul questions.

"Who are you? Why are you here? What is this place?"

"I'm……"

The old man stood up slowly holding the halberd, frowning in thought, with a painful expression on his face.

"I can't remember, I just remember that I was trapped in a place, and I couldn't get out no matter what...

There are deformed monsters everywhere, my thinking is getting more and more confused, and the waking time is getting shorter and shorter, and sometimes I even feel like I'm dead..."

"Wait a moment!"

Suddenly, the old man seemed to have discovered something, and pointed at the chests of the students, his face trembling.

"Are you from the academy?"

"Do you know the academy?"

Many students had the school logo on their chests, and now it was everyone's turn to be shocked.

"I don't just remember... I clearly know that I am the fourth dean of the academy!"

"I remembered..."

Before everyone in the academy could express their shock, the old man suddenly looked solemn and solemn, with a long halberd in his hand on the ground.

"My name is Feng Yunhong!"

(End of this chapter)