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Who built this place?

Although the Winged Man has been tortured by the blood-sucking vine, who took him down at the beginning? This monster was sucked out of oil and had such powerful strength, and how terrifying the combat power in his heyday was!

Zhou Heng came to the highest point of the mountain range and looked around and saw mountains surrounding him. He was just standing on a circular edge. Among the mountains was a huge lake, and the river water was as red as blood!

After thinking about it, Zhou Heng ran towards the lake.

"Ah—" Lin Fuxiang on her back suddenly screamed, "You, you, you, you take advantage of this lady!"

Zhou Heng stopped, put her down, and said, "Don't make trouble, who will take advantage of you?"

"You bastard, who made you carry this lady?" Lin Fuxiang almost fainted. She had never had such close contact with any man since she was ten years old.

"Then do you mean I want you to throw you to the ground?" Zhou Heng was a little impatient. He lacked experience in dealing with women.

"Do you understand whether men and women can kiss each other?" Lin Fuxiang gritted her teeth with anger. This bastard took advantage of her and looked aggrieved. It was really hateful!

"Since you are awake, then leave by yourself. You are quite heavy!" Zhou Heng did not take her anger seriously.

Wow, I really want to bite this bastard to death!

"Where did this lady get fat?" Lin Fuxiang stared at him. This was not a trivial matter for Miss Lin.

"Did I say you're fat?"

"That's what you mean!"

"I'm not lazy to pay attention to you!"

Lin Fuxiang was extremely serious about body shape, and she was unable to retreat because she was so focused on Zhou Heng that she could only admit that Miss Lin had a slim figure and a graceful figure. One point would make her fat, and one point would make her thin. Only then did she feel satisfied that she would stop engaging in this topic, but asked about the Wing Ren.

She fainted after being stabbed by the blood-sucking vine. Fortunately, the blood-refining realm is full of blood and the injuries she suffered soon healed.

Zhou Heng couldn't tell stories, so he took them over in just a few words, which made Lin Fuxiang very dissatisfied and always asked questions there.

Seeing the horror of the blood-sucking vine, Lin Fuxiang did not dare to break in by himself, but followed Zhou Heng tightly. The fragrance blew over the nose, and a few black hairs floated across Zhou Heng's face, making him feel a different feeling.

Lin Fuxiang seemed to have also realized this slight ambiguousness and became quiet rarely, which made Zhou Heng feel relieved, and he only felt that women were quieter and more cute.

After another half a day, they arrived at the edge of the lake.

This blood-colored lake is about ten miles in a radius. There is a fountain in the middle that surges into the sky, spraying hundreds of feet high, almost even Zhou Heng and the others on the shore can splash it.

"Is this over?" Lin Fuxiang's face was full of disappointment.

She thought there should be a palace or something here, but when Miss Lin came in person, the door of the palace opened, she ascended the throne and obtained a peerless inheritance. After eating a divine pill, she immediately became an unparalleled master!

But the truth is, this is too far from it!

Since seeing the Winged Man, Zhou Heng didn't think this was a ruin left by an ancient predecessor, but a prison set up by a peerless strong man! Since that's the case, he must not find any peerless inheritance.

"Why don't you dive in and take a look?" Zhou Heng instigated.

"You, a big man, actually want me, a little woman to take risks. It's heartless!" Lin Fuxiang snorted, but immediately covered her stomach, "I'm so hungry!"

In short, they hadn't had water rice in almost two days, so Zhou Heng was fine, but Lin Fuxiang was really uncomfortable. Although the blood-refining warrior would not die if he didn't eat water rice for ten days, he was definitely dying.

Zhou Heng held the black sword in his right hand, and his left hand reached into the lake. A strange cold suddenly came. He quickly shrank his hand and saw that his whole arm had turned into an icicle, emitting a thick white air.

"So cold?" Lin Fuxiang was also shocked and stared at her beautiful eyes wide.

Zhou Heng bulged the power of his blood, and purple fire immediately ignited in his hand, and dripping red water fell, forming a line, and the icicles on his entire arm were quickly melted.

"It's very cold!" He suddenly remembered the cold pond in Jue Valley, which was so cold!

Is there any connection between the two?

"Stingy guy, let's go back!" Without seeing any signs of treasure, Lin Fuxiang naturally lost interest.

Zhou Heng shook his head and said, "Round the lake and see what the situation is!"

"Just one circle?"

"Just one round!"

The two walked around the lake, but after some time, the fountain in the center of the lake stopped, and then a figure flew out of the lake.

The figure rushed straight to the sky and then fell violently. It seemed as heavy as a huge rock, but when it fell on the water, it was like a light feather. The strong contrast could make people feel uncomfortable and vomit blood.

Swhoo, swoohoo, swoohoo, the man ran on the water, stepping on mysterious and indescribable footwork.

Zhou Heng and Lin Fuxiang exclaimed at the same time, but the surprise of the two was completely different.

Lin Fuxiang was surprised that the lake was so cold, but there were people who could stay at the bottom of the water. What was this monster? What shocked Zhou Heng was that the steps of the figure were exactly the same as Feiyunbu!

Could it be that the figure he saw in the cold pond of Juegu is this person?

The figure was extremely fast, and it took about a distance of about a mile away, running on the lake, deriveing ​​an infinite mysteries of steps. Because the speed was too fast, Zhou Heng and the others could not see his appearance clearly, and could only see a faint shadow.

It must be! It must be this figure!

Zhou Heng affirmed in his heart that this must be the figure he saw in the cold pond of Juegu!

But why do people clearly in the deep underground reflect into the cold pond?

Perhaps, the cold pond leads directly here, and the figure floats up through a force that he cannot understand.

Whoosh!

Zhou Heng and Lin Fuxiang felt a flash in front of them. There was already one more person in front of them, with a blood-red aura wrapped around them, and an indescribable evil.

It is this evil spirit!

Zhou Heng was sure that this man was the source of disaster that led to the human and the beast turning into a red-haired monster. The evil aura was extremely rich, and it was definitely not contaminated, but emitted from his body!

This person looks about thirty years old, has a slender figure, and is a handsome man. Although he is standing there, he naturally has a great power that shocks the sky and ten earths. He is so powerful that he is many times stronger than the previous winged man!

This does not mean that the Winged Man is weaker than this person, because he has been tortured by the blood-sucking vine and is close to the point where the oil is exhausted, but the man in front of him has no scars on his body, and his aura is as if he can kill the sky and destroy the earth!

Anyone will feel a strong sense of insignificance in front of him, and then a deep awe.

What kind of realm is this?

The realm of fetal formation? The realm of divine infant? Or... the realm of transformation!

"...Die!" The man's eyes were dull, like a walking corpse, but a strong murderous aura appeared on his face.

If such a strong man takes action, Zhou Heng believes that he and Lin Fuxiang have no room for resistance, and the gap between the two sides has reached an indescribable level. He quickly unfolded the flying cloud step, picked up Lin Fuxiang with his left hand, and held the black sword in his right hand, and ran back!

Only after taking the second step was taken, there was another person in front of him - that man.

Zhou Heng quickly moved his feet, his body changed, trying his best to find a way out. But every time he took a step, he could always see the man standing in front of him, making him have to change again and again.

After more than a hundred steps, Zhou Heng stopped - his Feiyun Step is to learn from this person and now he is performing in front of the other side. Isn’t this a show of his skills?

He would never give up at any time, and shook the black sword in his hand, with his eyes firmly looking.

"Shunyun Flowing Light Step?" The man's dull eyes suddenly shone with a divine color, as if he came to life in an instant. "How could you do the unique body skills of my Kong family?" He paused and immediately answered the words himself, "Yes, you are a member of my Kong family!"

Although he had recovered a little bit of "humanity", he seemed to be unconscious and confirmed Zhou Heng's identity.

"Although you have mastered the exquisiteness of Xunyun's flowing light steps, why is it so awkward? How did the family teach you?" The man showed dissatisfaction and pointed at Zhou Heng's forehead, so fast that Zhou Heng could not react at all.

boom!

Zhou Heng felt countless golden lights pouring into his mind, instantly filling his sea of ​​consciousness, turning into golden characters, fusing into his body, blood and flesh!

This is...Flying Cloud Step, no, the running formula of Xun Cloud Flowing Light Step!

Like the Nine Styles of Ling Tian, ​​it is not dictated at all, but is directly integrated into the bloodline!

Wait, isn't this the same as the power of blood?

Zhou Heng vaguely felt that there was a connection between the two, but at this moment he didn't care about anything else. His mind was completely attracted by the practice of Xunyun Liuguang Step, and he couldn't help but start to figure it out.

The man glanced at Lin Fuxiang, frowned and said, "How can a mere secular woman be worthy of my fellow Confucius family!" He stretched out a finger and tried to point to Lin Fuxiang, but his eyes suddenly fell into dullness, and his blood and energy exploded, forming a hurricane circling around him quickly.

"Zhou Heng--" Lin Fuxiang exclaimed quickly, "This madman is going crazy again, help me!"

Zhou Heng woke up from deep meditation, and saw this, he quickly raised the black sword high, vibrating his mind and emitting waves.

The man immediately calmed down, his eyes regained a little agility. He looked at Zhou Heng and said, "Women are just adjusting products. Why do you need so tight? You will become a strong man in the future. You can't get all the beauties. You only need one or two to give birth to offspring for you, and just have fun with the others!"

"Men are women's gods, how can they listen to women's words!"

"Women cannot be spoiled, if they are disobedient, they will teach them a lesson!"

Zhou Heng couldn't help but be stunned. This seemed to be something that was unrelated. Moreover, why did such a peerless strong man suddenly transform into a veteran of Fengyue? This change is too big, right?

Lin Fuxiang on the side was already so angry that her pretty face turned red.

"I dare to ask the name of my senior!" Zhou Heng changed the topic.

"My name is... Kong Aokun!" After the man said his name, a bloody light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and countless blood-colored airflows surged out of his body, forming shackles, circling around him.

"Ah--" He roared suddenly and went crazy in an instant.
Chapter completed!