The first thousand nine hundred and eighty-five chapter rags
Yan Changfeng frowned, although he felt a little uneasy, but the so-called art expert was bold.
Yan Changfeng is now powerful, and there are many treasures, and there are many trump cards, but they are not willing to leave.
He is indulged in his heart, this bloody devil’s land, can it be still not Empyrean?
Will there be any opportunity good fortune?
He is eager to become stronger, and he does not want to miss any opportunity good fortune.
The changes that have been made in this abyss now have made him think.
“chi la !”
A sharp sword qi burst out and squatted into the abyss.
“qiang qiang qiang! ”
Between immediately.
In the dark abyss, it splatters a string of sparks.
The mist in the air surged, and it blocked Yan Changfeng’s sword qi.
The fog that suddenly rolled up was a bit strange, and it appeared so sudden that it surged from the bottom of the abyss that Yan Changfeng took out.
After a while.
These fogs rolled outside, and Yan Changfeng saw the fog, not the dark color, but the dark red.
The dark red mist looks like dark in the abyss.
In this dark red mist, Yan Changfeng smelled bloody smell, and it was a long time of bloody smell. Well, it must be old blood…
“what is that?”
Then, from the dark red mist that rolled over, Yan Changfeng saw a piece of rag that was slap in the palm and was rolled out by the dark red mist.
The rags of the big palms look very long, and the blood is mottled and ruined.
But the blood on the top, let Yan Changfeng have a feeling like a mans on the back.
The blood, even let Yan Changfeng, feel a touch of familiarity!
“What happened? Whose blood is that? Why… will make me feel familiar?”
Yan Changfeng is in a mess.
This feeling is very bad.
If you change to something else, Yan Changfeng is familiar with it.
But this turned out to be blood.
Very old blood.
Although the cognac solidified, it was immortal and the breath remained the same, but it made Yan Changfeng familiar.
This is a bit strange.
He was only alive for more than a thousand years old, and this piece of rags, and the ancient blood that existed on this piece of rags, did not know how many years existed, and was buried deep under the bloody magical soil.
Moreover, this bloody magical land does not know how many years have existed on this Path to Heaven. How can this piece of rags buried under this bloody magical soil and the ancient blood above make him familiar?
This is too abnormal.
However, this feeling is very real and familiar.
Even when I saw the dried blood on the piece of rag, Yan Changfeng’s heart was inexplicably sad.
Inexplicable in my heart, there is a special feeling.
“What is going on, this is not an illusion, it is a real feeling, this rag, and the blood on it, is it really related to me?”
Yan Changfeng feels a little annoyed, and now he has a certain degree of immunity to illusions and illusions after his Reach the Higher Level.
At the very least, it will make him feel the first Time.
Because even illusions, illusions, there will be a flow of power.
As long as there is power flow, he can perceive it.
But at the moment.
Yan Changfeng clearly understood that he was not in a illusion.
So at this moment, it is true.
There is also a dark red blood mist tumbling below.
Once again, there are a few pieces of rags, rolling in the air, the blood on the dry, so familiar, but so strange and stunned.
“This…what is this blood? It has been dried up and solidified. There is still such a divine nature. There is such a terrifying spiritual pressure. I… I feel like the soul is destroyed, ah… I can’t stand it… …”
Just at this time.
Yan Changfeng suddenly screamed at the side of the cult, and dozens of heads were all painful, and the rags that floated out, the blood stained on it, the power that came out of it, almost completely collapsed, to be completely soul Destructed !
“Fast, let me escape into your Sea of ​​Conscioussness, ah…”
The cult is screaming.
Yan Changfeng was amazed, and his mind was moving, and the evil mind immediately rushed into its Sea of ​​Conscioussness to escape the pressure.
“hu ……”
After breaking into the Yan Changfeng Sea of ​​Conscioussness, the evil spirits immediately felt a lot easier, just now that an instant, its soul body, was annihilated by half!
The cults, evil thoughts, and grievances that were swallowed up before, the body of the strong and solid body, nowadays, are returned to the original shape, almost Divine Soul!
This is just a few drops of dried blood on the piece of rag, the pressure that is released that’s all.
“You just now, have you suffered from the aging of the rag?”
Yan Changfeng showed his ecstasy, sent out his mind, and asked about the cult of sorrow in his Sea of ​​Conscioussness.
“Too tererifying, who is the blood, how can it be terrifying, just now If it is a slower step, I will be soul destroyed, but the master can withstand such a terrible pressure, the master’s strength, it really is I’m so excited, I didn’t expect you to hide your strength before!”
The cult of the cult is full of screams, and dozens of heads are nodded in the Yan Changfeng Sea of ​​Conscioussness, indicating that just now suffered a terrifying pressure and let it go on the gate.
“I didn’t feel any oppression.”
Yan Changfeng frowned, said the opening.
However, he also felt that the spirit of the evil spirits had been greatly reduced, the soul had become illusory, and it was still somewhat weak. Obviously, it had indeed suffered a terrifying attack and was almost destroyed on the spot.
However, what is the relationship between the ancient blood on those pieces of rags?
The evil thoughts can feel the pressure of the drip of ancient blood, almost destroyed on the spot, why he did not feel anything?
It’s just the inexplicable sadness in my heart.
“What? The owner did not feel the oppression of ancient blood?”
“How is this possible? The power is clearly and powerful, and the horror of the world…”
When I heard Yan Changfeng, the cult in Yan Changfeng Sea of ​​Conscioussness almost jumped up and didn’t feel the pressure? How can this be?
It was just now, but it was almost suppressed to be destroyed on the spot, and now it’s still awkward!
However, Yan Changfeng did not feel any oppression.
Even the uneasiness that was first felt was dissipated.
Some are only endlessly sorrowful.
The smears on the pieces of rags, the blood stains, made him confused.
He casts Magic Power and wants to explore the dark red mist and take out the pieces of rags.
I thought that this would cost a skill. After all, the dark red fog was very unusual, and even his cutting edge sword qi could not be torn apart.
Unexpectedly, when Yan Changfeng came out and grabbed the pieces of rags, he clearly did not touch the tumbling dark red mist, and the pieces of rags seemed to be towed. In general, the active moved towards Yan Changfeng floated over and fell into the hands of Yan Changfeng.


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