A glimmer of light flashed in Zen Master Maipong's eyes, and he was a little surprised and shocked, and looked at Ge Yu.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say a word.

However, Ge Yu did not notice the eyes of Zen Master Maipong at this time, and all his attention was noticed on the bloody hand, feeling a little strange.

It was the blood hand that pulled himself into the blood pool through the power of the blood pool, but since the black demonic energy began to steam on his hand, the huge pulling force disappeared, which made Ge Yu feel

, From the hands of the blood man, a force was swallowed up by himself and was constantly entering his body.

As a result, those who were not dead in the entire blood pool suddenly let out even more shrill wails and screams, blood churning and bubbled, and white skulls and broken bones kept churning out.

Suddenly, a huge force came from the blood pool, pulling the master of the blood hand into the blood pool, but Ge Yu's body did not move, and the blood hand was left in Ge Yu's hand.

A layer of skin mixed with blood.

Once he left Ge Yu's hand, the owner of the blood hand completely disappeared from the blood pool.

Ge Yu glanced at his arm in a daze, and threw the layer of skin in his hand aside.

Soon, a sentence that Zen Master Maipong just passed on to his mind appeared in Ge Yu's mind: "This blood pool should be in line with the power of the five elements of heaven and earth, and it is carried out with evil and demonic magic, and the power of blood resentment is overwhelming.

It is not the power of evil demons that cannot be broken..."

Then, Zen Master Maipong wanted to say something more, but was suddenly interrupted and vomited a mouthful of blood.

What is doing is the evil demon magic, and it is not the power of evil demons that cannot be broken?

His arm is the fusion of the power of the ancient demon, and he is a real big demon.

So, can the demonic energy on your body destroy the power of this blood pool?

Thinking of this, Ge Yu suddenly had a flash of inspiration and felt that he had figured out something.

Yes, I clearly felt that I was devouring the power of the blood pool just now, and the power of the ancient demon on my body could destroy the blood pool.

He was overjoyed and Ge Yu had an idea that he couldn't wait to verify it.

Immediately, Ge Yu took another step forward and returned to the blood pool.

This time, the power of the ancient demon on Ge Yu's arm was still there, and the black demonic energy was rolling endlessly.

After approaching the blood pool, due to the influence of this demonic energy, I no longer felt the pulling force conveyed from the blood pool.

Even... Ge Yu felt a force of fear for himself.

It must be true, my own demonic energy can destroy the blood pool.

Ge Yu squatted down and stretched out his arm that exuded demonic energy, preparing to explore into the blood pool. At this moment, a sound suddenly came from the blood pool. Ge Yu looked up and saw that

Zen Master Peng actually shook his body, stirring blood, and began to approach Ge Yu.

At first, Ge Yu left, he felt that no one could save him, but now it was different. Zen Master Maipeng felt the demonic energy on Ge Yu's body. He could save him and leave, so he tried his best to look towards Ge Yu's side.

Swimming in.

As Zen Master Maipong got closer and closer to him, a hint of joy flashed in Ge Yu's eyes.

However, Li Zejian and the others behind were confused, and they had no idea what happened to Ge Yu at this moment.

It's close... very close. Zen Master Maipong is less than one meter away from him, and Ge Yu also stretches out his arm that exudes demonic energy.

"Noise!"

A cold snorted from the top of his head, like a muffled thunder exploded, and the echoes continued. Ge Yu was so scared that he shook his whole body. Everyone was even more shocked, got up one after another, and touched his hands to his waist.

This sound was conveyed from the three-legged tripod on the top of the head.

No one responded. After hearing this sound, the red-robed sacrificers around the yard were so scared that they all knelt on the ground and buried their heads between their hands.

"Song Yes, what are you going to do?" The voice came out from the three-legged tripod again.

After hearing this sound, Ge Yu quickly retracted his hand, and the Zen Master Maipong who was about to approach him showed a trace of despair on his face and was pulled back into the pool of blood again.

Damn, there is someone in the Three-legged Cauldron. The man just called Songen the son. So... the person in the Three Ancestor Cauldron is Wu Long, the third person in the Black Water Holy Ling?

He has always been in that three-legged cauldron... Why is he talking now?

The sound was extremely majestic, and Ge Yu realized that this matter might be a big deal. He hurriedly stepped back, stood with everyone, and looked up at the three-legged cauldron.

When approaching the old ghost who was close to Song En, Ge Yu patted him. The scared old ghost responded boldly: "Entertainment Father... I came this time to bring Namai

Zen Master Peng took it out of the blood pool, and he couldn't die yet, so it was of some use to me."

"No, this person is asked for it for his father and cannot be taken out of the blood pool. This monk has a whole body of Buddhist cultivation. His father is refining his cultivation and swallowing his cultivation. His father's cultivation will rise to another level."

Wu Long in the cauldron said in an unquestionable tone.

Now, everyone was really sure that the person in the cauldron was Wu Long, the boss of Hei Shui Shengling, the evil giant, and the terrifying existence in Southeast Asia.

Hearing the voice of this man, everyone's hearts were all hanging, up and down, and they knew when he had squatted in the cauldron, and he had no sound in his patience.

The striking old ghost had an inspiration and then said, "Entertainment Father, I brought a woman from outside. I had promised her not to kill this monk just now. I can't break my trust in a woman, son, right?"

"Haha... Don't mess around here. You are still like my son. Songen, you are my adopted son of Wulong. In the whole of Southeast Asia, those women in the royal family can do it as long as you like it.

Your woman, in our Hei Shui Shengling, has no faith to talk about, only show her fist. Now you will take your people away and don’t make you angry for your father.” Wu Long said a little angry.

Everyone looked up at the big tripod, and Hei Xiaose kept winking at Ge Yu, signaling everyone to leave here quickly.

Oh my god, Wu Long is in the big cauldron. He just touched the tiger's butt. While Wu Long hadn't recognized that Song En was a fake, he quickly escaped from here. Everyone might be able to survive.
Chapter completed!