Chapter 18: The Bloody Pool of Longgang!

  Ling Wu's eyes suddenly dimmed and he quickly took a step back, following the gaze of the Medicine Saint, his mouth also opened in shock, "What is this?"

  "Is that the true dragon?" Zhan Qi looked at the scene in the distance, his throat dry and his lips trembling, his expression dull as he stared, knowing how long it had been before he slowly squeezed out these words.

  In the distance, there were continuous red mountains, a huge black dragon, its body covered in bloodstains, tens of meters long, with a pitch-black skeleton about one meter thick, lying across the peaks and ridges of the high and low mountains. The enormous skull was placed on top of a hill, the dragon's whiskers as thick as a strong man's arm, the bloody mouth open in what seemed like agony, slowly dripping blood that formed a red lake below the skull!

  Even from a distance, the dragon's corpse could be seen clearly, its flesh and blood scattered everywhere, rotting to the point where only a layer of black skin like steel armor remained, surrounded by a thick aura of death, without any signs of life, having been dead for countless years.

  And the most striking thing is that under its ferocious skull, there is a pool of blood-red **, like magma, flowing out along the mountain range, making people's scalp feel numb.

  "Could it be, the true dragon?" The thought sent a shiver down Zhen's spine.

  This world, whether the true dragon exists or not has always been a topic of debate. Those who have seen them are only the likes of the pseudo-dragon tribe, but unexpectedly, he actually saw such a scene. His intuition told him that the enormous creature in front of him was a real dragon!

  But it was actually a powerful dragon tribe, so why did it die here...

  At this thought, Zhan Xiuzhen's mind suddenly exploded with a loud bang, and the tightly strung bowstring snapped in vain. Before he could even open his mouth, he heard the Medicine Saint beside him let out a deep, thunderous roar, "Retreat, retreat quickly!"

  Almost at the same time, Ling Wushuang had already leapt out, her agile body spinning around and sprinting in the opposite direction of the dragon corpse's back, shouting without looking back, "Leave here, quickly!"

  War Qi and the others, who were already shocked and frightened, heard this and immediately had their hairs standing on end. Without asking any questions or thinking about anything else, they turned around and ran, urging their mysterious powers to increase their speed to the limit.

  At the same time, the breath behind him changed suddenly, like dark clouds pressing down, with a fierce and piercing sound that made people's hearts suffocate, a chill ran quickly up the spines of everyone.

  "Whoosh——"

  A burst of wind-breaking sound came, and the Medicine Saint's back suddenly surged with a cold sweat that chilled him to the bottom of his heart. Feeling the crisis, in panic and fear, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stretched out his hand towards the iron fan not far from his front side, waving his hand and throwing it in the direction behind him!

  "Ah!"

  The mournful howl of Tie Feng's iron wings, a manifestation of his suffering, echoed through the silent space.

  "Ah!"

  Ling Wushuang turned his head back, looked clearly, and then his eyes widened slightly, unable to suppress the slight tremble of his body. The iron fan was wrapped in a crimson whirlwind and thrown into the air, with threads of blood entwining it. Just as he let out a mournful howl, there was a soft whooshing sound, and in an instant, a living person had completely transformed into a cloud of bloody mist, merging into that pool of blood!

  "What the hell is this thing?" Zhang Yi's lips turned slightly pale, he only took a glance and then sprinted out without looking back.

  In the distance, in the blood-colored lake, small whirlwinds are constantly forming and disappearing into the air. The ferocious dragon's head is perched on top of a high mountain range, devoid of any signs of life, not moving an inch, revealing the eternal death melody that has remained unchanged since ancient times.

  "Huffing"

  After leaving a distance far enough, several people finally stopped and breathed heavily.

  "Was that really a dragon?" Zhang Yi's eyes still wide with shock, gazed far into the distance at the scarlet air, his heart still filled with some lingering fear, "Too terrifying."

  Tie Feng was at least a mid-tier Saint, yet he was reduced to a bloody mist just by being grazed by that red air. If they had gotten any closer, it's likely no one would have escaped alive!

  The Medicine Saint's forehead was slightly sweaty, seemingly without any guilt over using the Iron Flute as a scapegoat. After taking a deep breath, he said in a low voice: "That is indeed a true dragon."

  Upon hearing this, including Ling Wu Xue, everyone's gaze turned towards Yao Sheng.

  The Medicine Saint's face turned somewhat pale, and he regretted entering this place so rashly that his intestines had turned green. "That place just now is a location of absolute killing, called Burial Dragon Ridge, and that dragon corpse, if I'm not mistaken, should be the Hellfire Dragon."

  "The Hellfire Dragon" war repair was somewhat surprised, thinking that in this world, there really existed a dragon tribe, although they only saw a dragon corpse, but it was indeed enough to surprise people.

  "Dragon Candle, it's all treasure on its body, if we can get something from it, that would be great"

  The crowd, still in shock, heard this sentence and simultaneously slipped at the bottom of their feet, almost falling to the ground. Then, their eyes fixed on a certain person with piercing eyes, even Yao Sheng couldn't help but stare with wide eyes, "Unknown life or death"

  Ling Wu's fingers rubbed her chin, and she muttered to herself, only to realize that the atmosphere around her had become somewhat eerie. She looked up to see everyone staring at her, and after a moment of stunned silence, she shrugged and said with a smirk, "I was just saying."

  Zhan Xi's mouth twitched slightly, her expression a mix of laughter and tears, daring to think about such things.

  The Medicine Saint hummed, seemingly relieved, and said with a somewhat mysterious tone: "Zhāi Lóng Gǎng is a place of absolute death, where even a true dragon can be trapped to death. If we had been one step later just now, I'm afraid no one would have been able to leave safely." After finishing speaking, the Medicine Saint fiercely pursed his lips, with a serious expression, and added another sentence: "And this is no longer simply Zhāi Lóng Gǎng."

  "Is that all?" Ling Wu's eyebrows slightly raised, this old guy, having lived a lifetime, really knew quite a lot.

  "Even more terrifying?" Zhan Xiu furrowed his brow, the killing land that could even trap a true dragon to death, if it was even more terrifying, what kind of state would it be in, he couldn't imagine.

  "This place, a true dragon has already died, and another phenomenon has appeared." The Medicine Saint's face grew even more solemn as he slowly said: "This phenomenon is called the True Dragon's Bloodbath, the Burial Mound of the Dragon's Bloodbath, the Killing Land within the Killing Earth!"

  The last word of Yao Sheng fell heavily, and even War Qi's face changed greatly.

  "Unexpectedly, we'd run into this kind of thing." All along the way, the quiet and reserved Qinsaint who had been following behind Yaosheng suddenly couldn't help but mutter to himself, anxiously asking: "Elder brother, what can we do now to get out?"

  "What can I do!" The already irritable heart of the Medicine Saint was even more flustered by this question, and in an attempt to cover up his inner turmoil, he directly bellowed at his junior brother, "If I could think of a way, would I still be stuck here!"

  Qin Sheng was shouted into silence, Yao Sheng let out a heavy sigh and stood with his hands behind his back, his white eyebrows furrowed into a frown.

  He glanced at the two of them, and with a faint smile that was almost imperceptible, he lowered his voice and said: "This place, we can't wander around randomly anymore. If we're not careful again, we might fall into the turbulent space region, and if our luck is bad, who knows, we might even be transported to the Burial Dragon Ridge."

  Just a glance from afar is already terrifying, if one were to fall into it, would they still have their life intact? It's just that they were lucky previously, even when walking randomly in the chaotic spatial currents, they didn't fall into such a killing field.

  "Xiu'er makes sense," Zhan Qi nodded slowly, "but the problem is, we have no idea where the way out is."

  This place, one wrong step and you're dead, but you can't just walk randomly either, not knowing where the real exit is, in the end, it's still a dead end.

  Everyone fell silent after Zhan Qi finished speaking.

  Ling Wushuang furrowed his brow, and suddenly, the emerald green, spider web-like heart contracted slightly. In his mind, a faint, net-like glow reappeared, and a familiar feeling emerged. Ling Wushuang didn't care about anything else, hastily closing his eyes to carefully feel the almost imperceptible tug in his heart.

  "Musō, what's wrong?" Senju saw Ling Musō close her eyes as if deep in thought, and after a moment of doubt, stood quietly beside her.

  Several people's eyes, including Medicine Saint and Zither Saint, also fell on her body. The two of them couldn't help but feel a surge of hope in their hearts. It was Ling Wu who had led the way earlier, although they didn't know what the reason was, but now it seemed that they could only rely on her.

  "Ling Wusong, if you have a way to take Ben Sheng out, our account will be settled." Seeing Ling Wusong lightly closing his eyes, he remained silent for a long time, and Yao Sheng also became impatient. "Do you really have a way or not?"

  The implication of the Medicine Saint's words was that they would not lay a hand on Ling Wu Xue after they left safely, and in his heart, he thought this was the greatest concession he could make, so now Ling Wu Xue should be able to think of ways to let them leave without any worries.

  Zhan Xiu heard these words, sneered and didn't speak, really arrogant enough, and with a stroke of his brush, it seemed that from start to finish, he was asking for it himself, really wanted to punch this old guy.

  After a while, Ling Wusuo opened his eyes, and the light in his pupils was slightly clear. He didn't even glance at Yao Sheng, took a step forward, and spat out a word with his red lips, "Leave".

  Zhan Qi and Zhang Yi exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with a hint of hope. It seemed there was a way out. Without saying a word or pausing for a moment, the two followed closely behind Ling Wu Shuang.

  Ling Wushuang's disregard made Yao Sheng's face look somewhat unsightly. If it were any other time, his proud and arrogant self would have already taken action. However, at this critical juncture, he couldn't afford to lose his temper. After twisting his face in a hideous manner for a few moments, he managed to hold back his anger. With a fierce swing of his sleeve, he turned around and followed after them.

  "Peerless, this is the direction of Zanglong Gang!" Although he believed in Ling Wuduo's judgment, War Repairs couldn't help but feel uneasy as they got closer and closer to the location of Zanglong Gang.

  Ling Wushuang smiled and said, "Don't worry, War Brother, I have a sense of propriety."

  Zhan Xi pursed her lips and didn't say another word.

  Ling Wushuang walked back to the mountain pass, took a step forward, and suddenly disappeared on the spot. Zhan Xiu was stunned for a moment, didn't hesitate, and followed him forward. Zhan Qi and Zhang Yi obviously didn't understand, but could only grit their teeth and follow up.

  Watching Ling Wusuo disappear on the spot, Yao Sheng immediately became angry, "Ling Wusuo, are you looking for death!"

  He actually walked back into the chaotic space flow, this is simply seeking death, what is Ling Wu doing, if one is not careful, really falling to the burial dragon ridge such a killing field, or even more terrible places, how can we do?

  "Senior brother, I think this Ling Wu Shuang is not simple, she wouldn't joke with her own life, would she?" Qian Sheng obviously calmed down a lot, glanced at Yao Sheng, pursed his lips and followed Zhan Qi into the chaotic space flow, disappearing from the original spot.

  "The detestable" Medicine Saint was very puzzled, but had no choice, the hand in his sleeve clenched tightly again and again, finally, he still steeled himself and followed him inside.

  If anything happens again, he will be the first to break Ling Wushuang's neck!

  On the land of crimson red sand grains, wormholes formed by spatial forces were swirling everywhere, and the eerie aura on the ground was like a faintly rising air wave. A group of people walked among them, cautiously and carefully.

  Ling Wu's eyebrows touched lightly, trying to analyze the suspected map structure in her mind. Every few steps, she would stop and think for a while. The surrounding scene was also constantly changing, sometimes it was undulating mountains, sometimes it was scorching deserts, and soon returned to the crimson earth.

  "Ling Wusong, are you reliable or not?" For several periods of time, they seemed to be going around in circles, and Yao Sheng couldn't help but rebuke him.

  Ling Wushuang glanced at Yao Sheng with a gaze that seemed to be smiling yet not, and unexpectedly, he couldn't help but tremble slightly all over. Yao Sheng was about to get angry when Ling Wushuang suddenly moved her foot, and in an instant, there was no longer any trace of her in front of him.

  After a while, several people followed Ling Wushuang's footsteps and walked out. The scene around them suddenly turned upside down.

  "This" war repair ring looked around at the situation, shocked to be speechless, but what was most shocking was the thing right in front of them.

  The surroundings were still dull and lifeless, the crimson gravel replaced by dark grey soil, dense and lush trees, towering above, their leaves a vibrant green. Looking up through the gaps in the ancient trees, one could faintly see the slightly overcast sky. And right in front, stood a magnificent black palace, the Dark Temple!

  The surrounding trees and vines are lush, the sky is somewhat gloomy, like a sunset forest before wind and rain. The dark temple is surrounded by ancient vines, the abandoned temple is covered with moss-like things, as if it was an old temple abandoned in the depths of the jungle.

  The breath of life and death, mysteriously yet harmoniously intertwined.

  "We're out?" Zhang Yi wondered, also somewhat excited. Wasn't this the Dark Sacred Temple? Although it was a bit different from before.

  Nothing

  Ling Wusuo's faintly spoken two words were like a basin of cool water, poured over his head.

  Yaosheng's entire body was stiff, his eyes were excited to the point of being almost crimson, and he stared fixedly at the black palace in front of him. His whole body was trembling, "This is the Dark Sacred Temple, this is the real Dark Sacred Temple!"