square inch kill

Chapter 81 Blood Pond Transformation God ([-]) [fifth update]

　
"Gudu, Gudu!"

The blood was boiling, as if being placed on top of a cauldron, not to mention anything else, the smell of blood alone was enough to make a normal person vomit endlessly.

Every inch of space around the blood pool has been eroded by the smell of blood. Apart from that disgusting smell, there is also a strong corrosiveness in the air. It will be corroded and become a pool of blood, which will also merge into this pool of blood.

As for the cultivator... Ever since Fang Cun stepped into the blood pool within a hundred meters, he felt that the spiritual power on his body was constantly being suppressed. It may even be completely suppressed, just like an ordinary person.

If it was a different place or a different person, and encountered such a strange situation, the first reaction would probably be to run away.However, at this moment, Fangcun still continued to move forward step by step, even the distance taken by each step was exactly the same, without the slightest hesitation or panic.

Without him, Fang Cun could clearly feel that the pulling force was constantly increasing in the dark, and the source of all this was precisely this boiling pool of blood.

50 meters... 30 meters... ten meters!
As the distance kept shortening, the erosion of bloody's spiritual power became more and more serious. When the distance was shortened to only ten meters, the spiritual power of a square inch was completely suppressed, and it was no longer different from ordinary people.

Until this moment, Fang Cun had no choice but to stop.

Assassins are not the kind of muscular, simple-minded mentally handicapped, who don't remember any consequences when they are hot-blooded, and Fang Cun will never do it.

Losing his spiritual power, the best distance of ten meters is like a moat, and Fang Cun is not sure if he will turn into a puddle of blood when he walks to the side of the blood pool.

Assassins are not desperadoes, and they will never gamble with their lives without necessity.

No matter how strong the hidden attraction is, it is not enough to make Fang Cun gamble, because there is no need at all. If you lose this opportunity, you can get it back from other places, but if you lose your life, you can never lose it again. There is no chance to do it again.

Sitting cross-legged quietly on the ground, Fang Cun seriously felt the corrosive bloody aura around him, trying to find even the slightest pattern in it.

.........

"Blood pool!" A complex look flashed in her eyes, the woman in blue sighed, her figure moved slightly, and she also rushed towards the blood pool quickly.

In the past few days, although she has been searching carefully, she still couldn't find a suitable inheritance. She hesitated again and again, and finally set her sights on the blood pool.

Unlike Fang Cun and the others, she is clear about what the blood pool really means. In fact, the most precious thing in this ancient killing domain site is the blood pool.

Of course, this was under the condition that the Killer League didn't even know what the Seven Killing Monument was.

This blood pool is also known as the Huashen pool. Only the most talented disciples from the ancient killing field were eligible to receive baptism in the blood pool.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the effect of the blood pool is really to wash the marrow and bones, and to condense the spiritual consciousness. If one can withstand the baptism of the blood pool, both the physical fitness and the spiritual consciousness will have an essential transformation!

In particular, the change of consciousness is simply terrifying, and it can almost stably suppress a powerhouse of a higher level.

For a killer, such an ability is absolutely abnormal.

However, this blood pool can only act on the ground level at most. Once it exceeds the ground level, the blood pool will lose any effect. If not, the blood pool may have been plundered long ago.

Of course, there is another very important reason why other strong men did not spy on them, that is... the blood pool is too dangerous!
In the past, even in the ancient killing field, the disciples who were qualified to challenge the blood pool were selected one in a hundred, and among the selected people, only one tenth of them survived the baptism of the blood pool !

Calculated in this way, only one in a thousand people can really pass the blood pool test.

You must know that the ancient killing domain is extremely strict in recruiting disciples, and ordinary people are not qualified to join the ancient killing domain.Such elite disciples are only one in a thousand, which shows the danger.

The woman in blue had already been to the Blood Pond when she entered here for the first time, but stopped 20 meters away.Now that he stepped into the mysterious stage and came here again, he felt a little bit of luck in his heart, and wanted to try again.

"kindness?"

Arriving near the blood pool, the woman saw the cross-legged position and the square inch beside the blood pool almost at a glance, and she felt a burst of shock in her heart.That guy obviously only has innate strength, right?How could it be so close to the blood pool?
Subconsciously, the woman resolutely walked in the direction of Fang Cun.

.........

"boom!"

The strong wind is like a knife, the steep mountain peak is more than [-] meters high, and the peak is only half a meter square. Not to mention the wind is as strong as a knife at this moment, even on weekdays, few dare to stand on this peak.

The boy was dressed in white, and stood on the peak with a pale face. His body swayed from side to side with the strong wind, and he was almost blown down the mountain several times.

Behind him, the old man was lazily holding the wine jug, sipping every mouthful, as if he was too lazy to look at the young man.

"Old man, how long do you have to stand? I can't hold it anymore!" Against the howling mountain wind, the young man shouted at the top of his voice. He was obviously terrified, but under the strong wind, he couldn't even break out in cold sweat. .

"belch!"

After belching lazily, the old man said angrily, "Stand until you can talk and laugh freely, and your body is no longer shaking like this."

"...Old man, this is murder!" The young man yelled angrily, "I have no strength left, if I keep standing, I will be blown down the mountain."

The old man only paid attention to drinking and ignored him.

"...Old man, you only have me as an apprentice. If you are blown down the mountain, you will have no apprentice." Feeling that the strength of his body is getting weaker and weaker, the young man yelled nonchalantly, but he still didn't think about himself. jump back.

"Such a stupid apprentice, just blow it away, it's not uncommon." Curling his lips, the old man glared at the boy and scolded, "Stupid boy, who told you to follow suit? Can't you grow your brains?"

"...Don't hold back? What should we do then?" The boy was dumbfounded.

"Think for yourself." He snorted angrily, and the old man ignored him and just drank on his own.

"...Water does not run out of water, fire does not burn fire, and wind...doesn't damage the wind!" Seeing that the old man really didn't want to talk to him, the young man finally got a little anxious, and began to mutter to himself.

"...That is to say, if you want not to be hindered by the wind, you must blend in with the wind!" As he muttered, the young man suddenly let go of the restraint in his heart, closed his eyes slightly, and slowly comprehended the rhythm of the wind .

"The avenue is invisible!"

Nodding his head approvingly, the old man said leisurely, "Daochong, but there is Fuying to use it. Yuan! It's like the origin of all things. File it, untie it, harmonize its light, and make it the same as the dust."

　
(End of this chapter)