Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

The Demon Venerable jumped to death. But there were still many doubts in him, before Mu Chuihan had time to turn his thoughts around, he turned his spiritual power into a rope, and flew out of the Demon Venerable's arm like a snake, stopping his tendency to fall.

Mu Chuihan returned his hand and retracted the rope, but when he was able to lift the Demon Venerable to the height of the underground palace, his spiritual power stagnated, and the rope cracked.

Fortunately, Ye Tingjiang kept staring at him, his eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he immediately shot out to regenerate the rope, instead of Mu Chuihan pulling the Demon Lord to the ground.

The floor of the half of the inner hall where they stood was also full of cracks, and there was a faint trend of falling apart.

Demon Venerable was rescued and slammed on the ground, which undoubtedly increased the load, and the ground began to shake wildly.

Ye Tingjiang stabilized his body, and Mu Chuihan leaned on him. The sound of gravel roared, and Mu Chuihan was silent, only moving his mouth: "This sea of ​​blood will suppress spiritual power!"

When they were in the secret room, their blood was still low, and their cultivation was so profound that they didn't notice it for a while.

But now the sea of ​​blood under this underground palace is boundless, and the suppression of spiritual power is manifested.

Mu Chuihan found that any spells used here would have to inject twice as much spiritual power as before. It was because he didn't know it at first that the spiritual rope would be cut off.

He could speak directly to Ye Tingjiang, but Ye Tingjiang had to use spiritual power to make Mu Chuihan hear clearly: "There's something wrong with this Demon Venerable!"

At first, the Demon Lord shattered the underground palace, and Ye Tingjiang just thought it was the Demon Lord who wanted to bury the two of them before he died. But when the underground palace was torn apart, why did he jump into the sea of ​​blood as if he couldn't wait, rushing to die?

They have all seen the effect of blood and water, and if they sink into it, there will be no bones left. So the only explanation for the Demon Venerable doing this is that he has a secret he doesn't want to be discovered by the two of them.

The Demon Venerable jumped down too suddenly, if Mu Chuihan hadn't subconsciously pulled him, this secret would have been sealed by the sea of ​​blood now.

They couldn't stand where they stood for long. Although Mu Chuihan was half-hearted in terms of medicine, he could only use his spiritual power to quickly probe the Demon Venerable's pulse.

Although the Demon Venerable did not sink into the sea of ​​blood, now he closed his eyes, motionless, like a dead person.

When the spiritual power entered the Demon Venerable's body, Mu Chuihan said stunned: "There is no life at all. He is already dead, and looking at the condition of the spiritual veins, he is not new!"

In other words, this is an old corpse. But this old corpse was still fighting with them in the inner hall a moment ago!

Ye Tingjiang couldn't believe it after hearing it: "What was in front of us just now?"

Knowing that Demon Venerable is not a new mourner, all the abnormalities in the inner hall have been explained. His expression was blank, his movements were stiff, and he kept his mouth shut, because he was not a living person at all!

Mu Chuihan summoned the spirit sword, and without hesitation, he offended him, and directly split the body of Demon Venerable from it.

Ye Tingjiang was always paying attention to his movements, and when the sword energy touched the Demon Venerable, he quickly retreated with Mu Chuihan on the crumbling ground to avoid being contaminated by the splashed blood.

They fixed their eyes and saw that beneath the intact skin of the Demon Venerable, there was a yellowed withered bone.

And at the joints, countless silver-white silk threads leaked out.

Mu Chuihan opened his eyes wide: "Puppet silk!"

Thousands of years ago, puppet art was very popular in the world of immortal cultivation.

The key to this technique lies in these silver-white puppet silks. It takes tens of thousands of puppet silks to make a puppet laugh like a real person.

Since then, because there are often monks who do evil by creating puppets, the puppet technique has been designated as a forbidden technique.

But just a single forbidden technique is not enough to make the puppet technique on the verge of extinction. This technique is rare in the world of immortals nowadays. The real reason is that the materials for making puppet silk are becoming more and more difficult to find.

So much so that a person like Mu Chuihan who is keen to collect rare treasures has never met before.

And now, the Demon Venerable has at least a thousand puppet silk on his body. Although it cannot be the same as real people as recorded in ancient books, the number is staggering enough.

Mu Chuihan sighed in a very dismal manner: "Rich people."

These puppet silks must be what the people behind the scenes are trying to hide.

As long as the Demon Venerable can destroy the corpse and destroy the traces, then the clues of this matter will be cut off. No one would have thought that Demon Venerable was not the culprit of this attack on the righteous path, and there were still people standing behind him.

The ore on the ground finally couldn't support it, and the ground beneath their feet was completely shattered, turning into dust and gravel.

Demon Venerable's body fell straight into the sea of ​​blood, his cheeks were eroded by the blood, and he soon sank into the sea of ​​​​blood and disappeared again.

The huge underground palace disintegrated, and Ye Tingjiang Yujian led Mu Chuihan to stand above the sea of ​​blood. Without the shield of the stone wall, they could finally see the whole picture of the blood sea.

There was blood everywhere he saw. The demon world does not see the sun, and even the horizon is reflected in a crimson, like a purgatory furnace, shocking.

Mu Chuihan closed his eyes and focused, smiled, "That's great."

Ye Tingjiang was stunned: "Huh?"

This is a sea of ​​blood that goes in and out!

Mu Chuihan imitated Ye Tingjiang's indifferent expression: "At least the world is finally quiet, isn't it?"

The sound of the collapse of the underground palace just now was really deafening.

Ye Tingjiang's mind was blank for a moment, and he said with difficulty: "Yes... right."

Mu Chuihan explained with a smile: "Xianjun, I actually don't know what to do. But we must at least be optimistic."

Ye Tingjiang nodded harder: "Well..."

Their swordsmanship and spellcasting consume too much spiritual power, and even if their cultivation is deep, they will always be exhausted.

If you can't find a way before your spiritual power is exhausted, you will be buried at the bottom of the sea like all your predecessors.

Ye Tingjiang only used the least amount of spiritual power to keep them standing above the sea so that they would not be eroded by blood. He did not rush through the sea of ​​blood with his sword. After all, flying across the sea must be the fastest way for all monks to think of it. However, no one has escaped successfully before, which means that this road is a dead end.

Mu Chuihan sorted out his thoughts: "We still have a lot of good news."

"For example, we are two people now, at least we can alternately use swords to restore spiritual power. Of course, I think the sea of ​​​​blood will also delay the speed of spiritual power recovery."

"Of course, the bigger advantage is that we are a couple of fate." At this time, Mu Chuihan tore off the mask that got in the way and threw it into the sea of ​​blood, looking back at Ye Tingjiang with a smile.

Ye Tingjiang pondered when he heard the words: "You mean, this sea of ​​blood must be crossed only by a lover?"

Mu Chuihan used "destined people" implicitly, but when Ye Tingjiang repeated it, he secretly replaced a word.

Maybe it's the moment of life and death again, and all the things that couldn't be said in the past have come out.

This sentence made Mu Chuihan laugh, and his eyes looking at Ye Tingjiang became more gentle.

He shook his head very gently, but what he said was very sad: "No, I mean, even if we die here, we can barely count ourselves as a martyr."

Ye Tingjiang: "..."

He couldn't say for a while whether this attitude was optimistic or not.

Speaking of optimism, Mu Chuihan is indeed trying to find their advantages, but... any optimistic person would think about how to die in the first place!

Ye Tingjiang insisted: "We will go out alive."

The conspiracy of the people behind the scenes has not been revealed, and the people of the world are still waiting for their return.

Mu Chuihan was encouraged, nodded and said, "Well, we will go out alive."

This behind-the-scenes organization has pushed them into such a situation, and Mu Chuihan is bound to find the place back!

The author has something to say: Teacher Ye: The world needs our protection!

Teacher Mu: If I can't find this place, I won't be named Mu!

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Teacher Ye (quietly): Is your surname Ye?

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