手心影视

The mountains and plains were filled with all types of broken limbs and remains. When they were alive, they belonged to different races, but now, they were all rotten, furry and flowing with foul-smelling pus and blood. They all surged over madly.

No matter how strong one’s will was, when one saw this scene, one would feel nauseous and might even collapse!

More importantly, even just a severed hand was already indescribably weird. It was unknown how many years it had been dead, but there was still blood flowing out.

!!

Furthermore, although Patriarch Muchen might be lacking in terms of attack, his overall strength was definitely not weak. Even so, he was still almost grabbed into the darkness by that broken hand!

And now, how many broken limbs were there in the mountains?

It was impossible to count!

At this moment, Feng Xia grabbed Patriarch Muchen’s true form and used the hilt of the butcher knife as a drumstick. He suddenly launched an attack, creating blood explosions to drown the many broken limbs and remains that attacked them.

“Let’s go!”

Kaboom—

The blood clouds rolled crazily and were filled with a terrifying corrosiveness. There was also a strange suction force that spread out in the void, sucking the blood of the remains dry and shriveling them up. In the blink of an eye, they all turned into ashes.

Patriarch Muchen was dumbfounded. “So… so… can my body be used like this?”

Involuntarily, a few words appeared in his mind.

The power of the blood clouds was so terrifying!

He had used the blood clouds against his enemies more than once. However, most of the time, the blood clouds only spread out and filled the void. On one hand, it interfered with the vision and perception of others, and on the other hand, it corroded the bodies of the intruders and destroyed their flesh and vitality.

Simply put, the blood clouds were more like a passive ability.

This was the first time that they were proactively used to devour an enemy, like what Feng Xia was doing now!

“How did this guy do it?”

For a moment, Patriarch Muchen could not help but have a strange thought. This Xia Donghai… Could he also be transformed from a Blood Dao divine artifact?

If so, its level was higher than his, its form was more complete, and it had greater strength.

Otherwise…

It really did not make sense!

“Hmm, and he has that strange butcher knife. It can indirectly give orders to my body. This possibility… is not completely impossible!”

Moreover, before this, he had provoked Feng Xia many times. Based on this fellow’s way of doing things, he would have used a fatal technique to silence him immediately. However, this fellow had let him live until now and even escaped with him!

At the moment, the Patriarch was deep in thought. Gradually, he had a guess about Feng Xia’s background.

—Perhaps this fellow and the Patriarch had come from the same battlefield, and it was even very likely that they were relatives!

“I wonder what kind of divine artifact this guy’s true form is… and how it’s related to my true form?”

As he ran, Feng Xia suddenly sneezed.

“Strange, which idiot is talking about me at this time?” Feng Xia touched the tip of his nose, and his expression was slightly strange. “Can it be that the Holy Son has resurrected so quickly?”

This time, he had even used the grand divine power he comprehended in the dream reincarnation—Sentient Fury.

Even though he no longer had the terrifying cultivation in the dream realm, the power of Sentient Fury was still specially created to restrain the Holy Son Ying Daoyi.

Therefore, in Feng Xia’s estimation, even if the Holy Son could still be resurrected, his death this time was enough to make him suffer for a while.

“It’s a little too fast. Looks like I have to think of some other way… But before that, I have to resolve the problem at hand first!”

Feng Xia’s gaze swept in all directions.

At this moment, he shrunk the area covered by the divine light of the Heavenly Stairway to a range of one foot to avoid alarming more monsters in the darkness.

However, even so, he could still see densely packed broken limbs and remains. It was as if the entire wasteland of the second level was squirming, ignorant and fearless as they attacked him and Patriarch Muchen!

“What’s going on? Even if the second level of the Demon Imperial Tombs has undergone some mutation, where did these remains come from? Even if these are the ones who died in the Demon Imperial Tombs over the generations, there shouldn’t be so many!”

At this moment, Feng Xia’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

There was a faint whooshing sound, as if a river was flowing in the darkness. Waves slapped the shore and swept up a thousand silver splashes.

Silently, a layer of hazy fog had risen. It was wet and slippery, filling every inch of space. Even with Feng Xia’s cultivation, his vision was severely obstructed.

At the same time as the gray fog rose, the surrounding broken limbs and remains seemed to have received a mysterious blessing. They no longer surged over crazily. Instead, they quietly entered the gray fog and silently hid there. It was as if they had transformed from crazy berserkers to hidden assassins!

They were still as bloodthirsty as before, but it was even stranger and impossible to guard against them!

“Can this gray fog be…”

Feng Xia’s pupils suddenly constricted. He suddenly recalled that he seemed to have seen a similar scene in the dream realm.

—It was during the time of the decisive battle with the Holy Son. The entire Lingyun palace exploded and a strange black hole appeared in the ancestral temple. A long river was connected to the black hole, and mist and waves rolled up, spreading out a gray fog that covered the sky. There were skeletons rising and falling in the waves, and there were existences that were suspected to be undead coming ashore. They moved in the gray fog and harvested all the lives in the outside world.

At this moment, he saw the scene in his dream playing out in reality!

“Can it be that the Underworld River is going to descend to the world again to harvest the living beings of this era?”

Feng Xia’s heart immediately tightened as he felt an inexplicable pressure.

At this moment, he suddenly saw two figures appear in front of him. One was tall and the other was short. They were waiting by a winding river. Feng Xia immediately shouted, “Youniang! Qing Lin! There is a big problem here. Let’s leave quickly!”

The two figures swayed, then lost their balance and fell down one after another.

Feng Xia panicked for no reason. He grabbed Patriarch Muchen’s body and shot forward at an even faster speed, suddenly appearing beside the two figures.

“Hiss… Ha…”

However, one of the figures suddenly raised its head, revealing a rotten face. A tattered tongue shot out from its mouth and pierced through Feng Xia’s chest, completely tearing his heart into pieces!

Fresh blood spurted out and gradually dyed Feng Xia’s body red.

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“Wh-what!?”

Patriarch Muchen was stunned again. “Xia Donghai’s body is so fragile. Isn’t he a divine artifact? No! Now is not the time to care about this. This guy actually died in the hands of a monster!”

Feng Xia’s body twitched as his eyes closed unwillingly.

As for the two monsters in the gray fog, they immediately targeted Patriarch Muchen!

“Damn it! I’m being targeted by them!”

“Damn it! Xia Donghai, why did you die just like that?!”

Patriarch Muchen cursed. Then, he suddenly heard another voice.

“Who said I’m dead?”

Patriarch Muchen was dumbfounded as the lifeless figure grabbed the monster’s tongue with one hand and reached into its chest with the other to take out a tattered heart.

“Shucks… shucks! This guy has also turned into a monster!”

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