In the blood pool, Xue Chunqiu and others were enjoying the tempering of violent energy.

Before, the strong men of the Holy See of Light would be very painful to use the pool of blood to temper themselves.

After all, they are weak in strength and their own tolerance is a little worse.

Xue Chunqiu and others, as foundation-building powerhouses, are immortal foundation-building powerhouses... Their ability to withstand is far beyond that of ordinary strong people.

When the immortals built the foundation, they were strengthened by the power of heaven and earth. Now the energy of the blood pool can only be regarded as the icing on the cake.

After all, no matter how strong the energy of the blood pool is, it cannot be stronger than the power of heaven and earth.

"It hurts a little, and it feels a little comfortable, where are you?"

Old Demon Zhao was soaked in the blood pool and grinned.

"Same."

Chifeng replied.

"It's quite good."

"Yes, I feel like countless hands are killing chickens for me..."

Alan, the god of vulcan who has always enjoyed it, expressed his opinion.

"And it's the kind that has no dead corners."

"No dead corners... Your words made me think a little bit wrong."

Lyon grinned.

"What did you think of?"

Cara looked over.

"No, nothing."

Lyon quickly restrained his smile and shook his head.

"Amitabha……"

The ghost Buddha Zhao Tathagata sat cross-legged, and blood was rolling all over his body, as if it was boiling.

"Old monk, we are all taking baths. How did you cook yourself?"

Zhao Laomo asked curiously.

"Practice the exercises to absorb the energy in the blood."

The ghost Buddha Zhao Tathagata replied.

"Oh? What you mean is that it can not only be passively tempered, but also actively absorbed?"

Old Demon Zhao said in surprise.

Gululu...

Xue Chunqiu's body was also boiling.

"Good guy..."

Lao Mo Zhao immediately stopped talking and began to absorb it.

"Damn it, the pain is even greater..."

Old Demon Zhao cried out.

"This is no longer the power of an eighteen-year-old girl killing chickens, but an old woman in her forties and fifties, with too much strength."

“…”

Everyone was speechless, and there was no one else in this metaphor.

“…”

The strong men of the blood clan looked at each other with strange expressions.

Although most of them do not understand Chinese, they can see the reactions of Xue Chunqiu and others clearly... it looks like they take a bath.

What's going on?

Do you really treat the blood pool as a bathhouse?

"It's so cool..."

Old Demon Zhao was soaked in the blood and made a sound that was not suitable for children.

"I think Lao Zhao may be a little bit ill..."

The God of Fire Allen retreated and stayed away from the Old Demon Zhao.

"Is it social awesome?"

Chifeng smiled.

"Maybe, just stay away from him anyway."

Thunder God also retreated.

"Hey, where are my third brothers and others going? How deep is there under the blood pool? The blood abyss should be bottomless, right?"

As Zhao Laomo said something, he stabbed him hard.

"What did he do?"

Chifeng was surprised.

"Does... want to dive in and have a look?"

The Vulcan God Alan looked weird.

“…”

Everyone shook their heads, too lazy to pay attention to Old Demon Zhao, and started practicing calmly.

“It’s really deep…”

Old Mo Zhao in the blood felt that he had dived very deeply, and he still didn't see Xiao Chen's shadow, nor did he see it to the end.

He shook his head and gave up.

Forget it, I'd better wait for my third brother to come back before drinking the soup.

If you dive further, you won’t be drinking soup, you have to drink blood.

Just as the old demon Zhao dived, Xiao Chen and the other two also walked down.

That's right, just walking.

The blood had been separated by unknown forces, and a downward channel appeared.

"It must be dozens of meters, right? So deep?"

Xiao Chen was surprised, how deep is this blood pool?

"Only the Blood Emperor can fully control the Blood Emperor... including this passage, only the Blood Emperor's power can make it appear."

Rowling replied.

"A few dozen meters will be the end..."

"Then what?"

Xiao Chen was curious.

"What's there at the end? Is the Blood Abyss?"

"It's the end, nothing."

Rowling shook her head.

"The Blood Emperor left a record, and I think this passage is the Blood Abyss... But more Blood Emperors don't think so, and I don't think so."

"Is this the Blood Abyss? It's empty and nothing?"

Xiao Chen frowned, and he didn't feel like the Blood Abyss.

"No other breath..."

The old patriarch spoke slowly.

As the werewolf clan, he has a very sensitive sense of smell. If he had the breath of the Blood Ancestor, he would definitely be able to detect it.

"Let's go, go to the end and see. Maybe there is not the end, but the starting point."

"Um."

Xiao Chen and Rowling nodded and accelerated their pace.

Soon, they came to the end.

“Is this the end?”

Xiao Chen looked at the blood in front of him, slowly raised his hand and pressed it on it.
To be continued...