Ignoring the strange Palace Master Du, Zhang Xuan took out the Tongshang Sword and stabbed it straight.

Sizzle!

As soon as he is injured, the energy of decay from all around him gathers.

The air of decay that was previously unnoticeable immediately took shape.

"If it is the source, there will be more decaying energy gathering here, and on the contrary, there will be less!" Zhang Xuan explained his purpose.

"yes!"

Palace Master Du's eyes lit up.

It's like water flow. If you meet the current, the pressure will be greater. If it goes against the flow, the pressure will be smaller. This can determine the source.

Of course, this subtle difference is impossible for ordinary people to see, but for the two false gods, it is very obvious.

"there!"

Quickly identifying the direction of the source of the decaying energy, Du Qingyuan pointed.

Zhang Xuan nodded, took the clone and flew in this direction hurriedly.

It didn't fly far, and once it became clear that the location could not be determined, he stabbed the clone seven or eight times in a row. The clone almost went berserk after being stabbed, and a decaying palace appeared in sight.

This palace, before it collapsed, was neither too high nor too wide. Even though it was now in ruins, it still spread for more than ten miles. The remaining bricks and tiles on it were gray and black in color.

There is no vegetation here, it is bare, and the dark wind blows from time to time, making people shudder.

"Is this here?"

Du Qingyuan frowned, not believing it.

The energy of decay, although weird, can also give birth to some powerful vegetation. There is nothing here, and it doesn't look like it.

"It should be..."

Zhang Xuan nodded.

The clone's wound is still bleeding. Judging from the gathering energy of decay, the so-called source should be here, and there is no other place.

"Then look for it quickly!"

Du Qingyuan stopped talking nonsense and swayed his body, flying along the ruins while observing carefully for fear of missing any detail.

Zhang Xuan was not in a hurry, but looked at each other and sensed it again.

After a while, it stopped at a piece of broken tiles and ruins.

Spread your fingers and lift them downwards.

Countless ruins rolled up, revealing the dilapidated and uneven-looking ground.

The ground was covered with dark lines, as if it had been dyed like this.

After falling down, Zhang Xuantong's sword danced and he dug up a stone from the ground. The inside seemed to be penetrated by black, and the whole body was dark and shining with a special light, as if he wanted to take away other people's souls, giving people a strange and ferocious look.

feel.

A light touch of fingers.

Buzz!

A book appears.

"The divine blood stone is formed by being impregnated with the blood of the gods..."

There are detailed records above.

"It's really this thing..."

Zhang Xuan nodded and then frowned.

When I saw it, I felt that these lines looked familiar, but the color was wrong, so I dug out a piece of it to study, and checked it out through the library, and it was confirmed.

If this is a divine blood stone, then...these dark lines are carved by the flowing divine blood!

It's just... why does this divine blood stone feel so rough, completely different from the one formed by Luo Ruoxi's blood?
Chapter completed!