As this exquisite mist fell, frost also followed, and the battlefield in the giant hall was frozen.

Jian Wushuang, who was fighting fiercely with the two Dayan Immortals, felt that the temperature all over his body dropped sharply, as if he had fallen into an endless cave, and the forest was extremely cold.

And the two Dayan Immortals who flew into the air were also directly frozen in the air at this moment.

Jian Wushuang couldn't hold back his strength and slammed out.

The two Dayan Immortals that were enclosed by ice were directly blasted into countless ice crystals and scattered all over the ground.

"Ding, ding, ding—"

The crisp ice crystal fell, and the giant hall fell into dead silence again.

Of the three Dayan Immortals who fought against each other, there was only one left at this moment, and he did not know his life or death.

Throwing the ice crystal off his palm, Jian Wushuang calmly looked at Bian Ziyuan.

Bian Ziyuan's eyes were cold, and he stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Are you looking for death?"

He didn't speak, and between his palms, an invisible sword was condensed.

The originally silent hall was instantly filled with a sense of killing.

"Do you think you are my opponent?" Bian Zi took a step forward, an endless stream of clouds and water patterns appeared, and at the same time a light wheel appeared from behind him.

Just as the battle was over, the young man spoke with a low voice.

"My heavenly palace is not the place where you do your hands, so give me a little restraint, otherwise the cornerstone of this heavenly palace, you will use your fairy body to cushion it."

Hearing the words, Bian Ziyuan withdrew an unprecedentedly powerful force and retreated behind him.

Jian Wushuang also scattered the sword in his hand, and looked at the young man walking towards him and said, "I'm sorry for the fact today. I left on my own and will never step here again."

"Leave? Just leave like this? You killed nearly ten black robe envoys under my seat, how do we calculate this account?"

The young man looked at him with a faint smile and said, "Do you think I will let you go easily?"

"What do you want to do?" Jian Wushuang looked at him.

He smiled slightly, "What I want is simple, it's just a transaction, even if you pay me back."

Hearing these words, Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. What he disliked the most was this kind of transaction. He felt the discomfort of being controlled by others.

"You only have this option." The young man pointed a finger at him.

As his voice fell, black robe envoys began to walk out in the dark on both sides of the giant hall.

After pondering for a moment, Jian Wushuang said in a cold voice, "What deal?"

"This transaction is very simple, but you need to leave a place alive before I can tell you the terms of the transaction."

The young man walked slowly to Jian Wushuang's face, and said with a smile.

Jian Wushuang felt a great crisis inexplicably, but it was too late!

A total of forty black robe envoys released their respective powers at this moment and blasted on the floor of the hall.

In an instant, as if opening a huge dust-sealed door, blood-red ripples appeared on the entire floor.

"Good luck." The young man smiled weirdly, and pushed him down after reaching out.

Jian Wushuang was shocked. He wanted to resist, but the giant hall behind him had become an endless sea of ​​blood.

One blood palm grabbed him, and then dragged it directly into the blood sea, disappearing.

The blood wave rolled and everything was calm again.

At this moment, Bian Ziyuan came to the young man's side and asked, "His Royal Highness, are you planning to put all hope on him?"

"Do you have any other way?" He carried his hands on his back, as if thinking about something. "He gave me a very different feeling. I have a hunch that if we can leave this endless sea, we will be with him. There is a big relationship."

"I hope so, the time we have been trapped here is too long." Bian Ziyuan sighed softly, looking at the surging sea of ​​blood.

"What if he can't survive this blood test?"

"Then let him die in it. This sea of ​​blood was originally made up of Wanxian's bones. There is no more than one, and a lot less."

...

"Wow..."

In his ears was the sound of water flowing like a clear spring, and Jian Wushuang woke up almost when he was plunged into this sea of ​​blood.

He directly condensed the invisible sword, and then cut off all the blood arms that were entwined with the immortal body.

Looking into the eyes, everything is pure blood red.

Unlike the endless sea of ​​blood in the Sand Demon Cavern, this sea of ​​blood does not have the kind of cold and dead air, and the vicious coldness, but is full of forbidden auras.

This kind of restriction is very weird, full of the aura of ancient precipitation, and gives people a sense of unknown severity.

Swinging a sword to cut away the **** hands entwined with him, Jian Wushuang let the fairy slowly fall.

He could feel that there was only boundless death, and there was no other threat.

"Where is this place, and why does it give me a feeling of forbidden land?" Jian Wushuang recalled in his mind, while looking at everything in front of him.

Soon, his figure sank into the deepest part of this sea of ​​blood. What surprised him was that the depths of this sea of ​​blood turned out to be land? !

It is indeed land, only land paved with bones.

The broken fairy bodies have long been turned into piles of bones, stacked on top of everything, forming a boundless land of bones.

Standing under this sea of ​​blood, Jian Wushuang watched this scene with a little shock, but he was also a little shocked because of his firm mind.

How many immortals need to fall before they can pile up this boneless earth?

This is a confined space under the sea of ​​blood. There is an endless sea of ​​blood above his head and a boundless earth of bones under his feet.

Beneath the infinite, only he was alone, lonely to the extreme.

"He, why would you throw me under this sea of ​​blood?"

After converging his mind, Jian Wushuang began to think about this question.

This sea of ​​blood is endless, full of the breath of ancient prohibition, like an ancient battlefield left by one party, rather than a prisoner's execution ground.

"Could it be that he intends to give me some chance here?" He thought of various possibilities again.

And at this moment, following the sobbing of the cold and long wind, a cold and charming voice quietly sounded behind Jian Wushuang.

"Wushuang, look back and see who I am."

Jian Wushuang suddenly turned around, only to see a figure wearing a black gold pleated skirt.

That is a woman.

A black and gold pleated skirt made her figure set against the luxury and coldness to the extreme.

They were no more than a few feet apart, and they could clearly see their faces.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang's eyes condensed unconsciously, and his heartbeat speeded up a bit.

Facing such a mysterious woman, he always felt a certain kind of shackles in his heart.

Since the first encounter in the first great voyage, they have only hurriedly counted.