Bloodwater Lake has always been a strange place.

Such a place is full of opportunities that attract any monk, but also full of death and disaster.

Zhou Yan came to the Bloody Water Lake alone, and came to this place where heresy, illusion and disaster often occur.

Here, there are no small cabins that once were, and there are no Heavenly Mandate tea trees visible to the naked eye, and even the lake here is not as blood-colored, but as clear as it is.

It was so clear that you could see the deep and bottomless darkness of the lake.

The Blood Water Lake is not in the Yama Palace, but outside the scope of the Yama Palace, in the Ancient City of Worshipping Heaven.

Sacrificing Heaven Ancient City, Zhou Yan entered again, and there was not much feeling, or rather, all the feelings had been indifferent and numb—the shocking places in the past were no longer shocking, and the places that were nostalgic in the past were no longer touching.

Next to the calm lake, there are unique traces of Dao patterns, which are traces of transformation and traces of dried flesh and blood.

Among these traces, the outline of an ancient warship is still left between the voids, and it can only be sensed through the nodes of the guò space.

It's like a boat, imprinted here with an eternal picture, like a person who has stood on the ground for too long and left a footprint.

"Life is better than longevity, and death is better than nothingness. ”

On that imprint, Zhou Yan sensed the traces of the ancient emperor pattern and read the meaning of the ancient emperor pattern.

This is just an exclamation, an exclamation that belongs to an ancient powerhouse in the past.

Nowadays, there is nothing here.

Except for the silence of still water, and the sound of air currents.

Zhou Yan raised his eyes and looked around, but he couldn't see any vitality, or rather, there was no monk in this area now.

Therefore, the so-called Xuanyuan Sword fragment may have some little hope.

However, Zhou Yan still flew over the Bloodwater Lake, walked all the way, stepped into the walls of the ancient city, entered the ancient altar, etc., and searched the past all the way.

Finally, on the ancient altar, a black decaying stone caught Zhou Yan's attention.

It was a pitch-black, mottled stone, or rather, a ruined refining material.

The material had been twisted and blackened, as if it had been burned.

But this stone, with the outline of a human form, has a strange past.

If he hadn't stepped on the right path before, Zhou Yan wouldn't have been able to see the strange place of this stone, and he would never stay here for long, because this was a dead and silent place, and there were no more secrets.

The scenery seen in the Yama Hall is not the real scenery here, and there is no fundamental connection between the two.

At this time, Zhou Yan could see at a glance that this jet-black stone had a distorted human form, and it had been deduced by the method of tracing the origin of time, and Zhou Yan could judge that this stone was completely in line with Yang Wufeng's outline.

This storage zài is Yang Wufeng.

But he was dead, dead here, and his bones were refined into a statue, which was ruined again, and became a black, decaying stone.

Like Yang Wufeng, most of the people who have the ability to suppress the King of Lei Yan are not simple people, but now, they have only become a handful of black soil, how sad it is.

Zhou Yan didn't have any sense of happiness, but felt that the past was like a dream, like an unreal illusion.

And he, every time he thinks about the past, he feels that he is too stupid, too naïve, and too naïve.

I don't care about what I shouldn't care about.

Lost what shouldn't have been lost.

And what should be owned, it has never been owned.

"Life is better than longevity, and death is better than nothingness. Perhaps, I am in the same state of mind at this moment. After all, the heart of detachment can look at the world with the overall situation and look at the heart with the overall situation. ”

Zhou Yan muttered to himself, and then got the result in the derivation.

He refined the pitch-black stone with a purple flame, opened the key rune points in it, and opened up the space within a bone.

In the space, there was a pitch-black sickle-like weapon lying quietly.

This was what Yang Wufeng called the 'Demonized Immortal Soldier Fragment', which was the fourth of the remaining fragments of the Xuanyuan Sword.

This fragment slept quietly, but it was like a peerless demon, very ferocious.

Zhou Yan opened this space, and the fragment of the Xuanyuan Sword was directly awakened, and Huo Ran spewed out a very strong and invincible rancid aura, impacting Zhou Yan.

At the same time, a drop of blood suddenly condensed on its body, a unique drop of emperor blood.

The breath of this emperor's blood is almost the same as Zhou Yan in all aspects, as if it was directly extracted from Zhou Yan's body.

After this drop of emperor blood was condensed, the black sickle directly devoured this drop of blood, and in an instant, it turned into a person who was the same as Zhou Yan.

It's just that after this person appeared, an incomparably terrifying blood-colored hair immediately appeared, he was bleeding from all his seven orifices, and the blood-colored hair was a meter long, each of which was as soft as silk, but the ends of the hair were shining like poisonous needles.

"Yo-"

He let out a heart-rending roar, and then suddenly rushed directly towards Zhou Yan.

The killing machine at that moment directly manifested the invincible form and meaning of the Dao.

"Blood Demon Monster, Demon Heart Sword Body, Demon Xuanyuan Sword Fragment Demonized to Live Out Their Own Will, Could It Be That They Were Also Influenced by Emperor Lei Yan?"

Zhou Yan's figure dodged slightly, almost teleporting, avoiding this peerless blow.

"Boom-"

The void exploded, and the terrifying galaxy was pitch black, collapsing directly, revealing a black hole.

The turbulence overflowed, the energy was raging, and the power of this blow was ferocious and invincible.

"The flying sword is like my heart, and the blood is slashed to prove the emperor's honor. ”

Zhou Yan's eyes froze, he already knew that he was definitely not the opponent of this demonic fierce blood demon, so he immediately sacrificed the flying sword like jade.

The flying sword was cold and icy like jade, but it released a unique imperial majesty.

Ruyu's flying sword is not an immortal soldier.

But it can even destroy the immortal soldiers.

It may be more powerful against mechanical golems, but its own combat power is never low.

Under the majesty of Zhou Yan's will, in the realm of that kind of Ancestral Dragon Emperor's Sword Dao, this flying sword killed the immortal divine power.

"Hum—"

The void shook, and at that moment, the Blood Demon Monster clasped his hands together, as if chanting a sutra and reciting Buddha, and actually caught Zhou Yan's killer blow in an instant.

This change made Zhou Yan's gaze slightly cold, and his pupils contracted involuntarily.

The blood monster's blood-haired hands trembled violently, and the huge trembling power of the jade-like flying sword caused the blood qi in its body to expand and explode violently.

"Yo-"

It suddenly howled loudly again, and this cry suddenly made Zhou Yan feel a little chilled.

The silent and dead Ancient City of Heaven Worship seemed to have begun to revive in the midst of such a howl.

A cold, evil, and serene aura began to emerge.