"Really?" Palin was a little disappointed. He thought he had made a great discovery, but he was totally happy.
"Wait." But Lynch looked at the dark cracks with a strange expression for a while, without explaining, he suddenly applied a feather fall technique to himself and jumped down.
Hawking froze for a moment, and then he sighed helplessly. He also jumped into the crack. Although this Mafa Merlin is sometimes quite clever, sometimes he can’t think of it. It’s like such a dark river. As for wasting time?
But since he went down, then he couldn't just go down.
"I'm coming down too." Palin at the end saw this and was a little surprised, and jumped down.
Although the crack was dark, it wasn't really deep. After Lynch entered the crack, he floated like feathers in the air for a while.
After landing, Lynch released the light technique.
With the emergence of light, Lynch realized that this is indeed a river, but it is a river of blood...
This underground space is not small, it can be said to be vast, a stream of water, in this empty underground, along the underground river channel, converge into a river, flowing forward.
When he first saw this river of blood, Lynch almost thought he was next to the legendary abyssal river of blood. The sweet breath was disgusting.
But soon, Lynch knew that it had nothing to do with the abyssal blood river where countless ghosts lived, because they stood by the dark river and there was no accident...
"What the is this..."
At this time, Hawking at the back had also manipulated the feather fall technique and landed on the ground together with Palin, looking at this small river in surprise.
"I'll take a look." Palin said as he walked forward.
"Wait." But at this time, Lynch suddenly released a fireball.
When this fireball technique passed through the air, everyone could clearly see through the light of the flame that there were dense blood-colored roots rooting in the blood river, growing all the way up, penetrating the ground...
"This is the little blood tree?" Palin was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately reacted.
These blood-colored roots actually originated from the blood-colored tree that Lynch killed.
Although the small scarlet tree shattered, compared with the dense roots, its ruined tree was the tip of the iceberg.
In other words, the little scarlet tree was not completely killed, but was able to regenerate while the roots grew...
At this time, Hawking also discovered this, his face changed slightly: "This little blood tree is absorbing the nutrients of the blood river? No wonder there is such a vigorous vitality..."
"Get life?" Lynch thought for a while, and then seemed to think of something.
After that, I picked up a branch and fished out a hanging root from the river of blood.
There was a drop of blood falling from the tip of the root and into the river of blood.
If you look closely, you will find that it is not a natural drip, that blood water seeps out from the roots...
Hawking suddenly became a little unbelievable: "This little scarlet tree is contributing its own vitality?"
"Yes..." Lynch nodded: "We think that these small blood trees may not only be one, but thousands of them, to form a river of blood..."
Hawking suddenly felt a little cold on his body. It was hard to imagine that there would be such a river of blood hidden beneath this huge Winter Mountain Range, gurgling and flowing, I don't know how many years...
"Just look at it clearly, let's go..." Lynch looked at the blood river for a while and said suddenly.
"Go?" Palin was taken aback and hesitated: "This river of blood has never appeared in any record. There must be a big secret. Let's just go..."
"What else? Follow this river of blood into it?" Lynch glanced at him and suddenly asked, "Do you think, where does this river of blood flow..."
"..." Palling was speechless, and his face was pale.
Yes, where does this river of blood go...
The blood red tree originally has a strong vitality, and in this blood river, it also carries the essence of the blood red tree. The vitality and magic contained in the whole blood river must be terrifying...
And this river of blood has a direction, obviously there is a kind of goal...
Where is its end?
In other words, what kind of existence is qualified to carry its power?
Existence like this is not something they are qualified to touch at all. If they have to touch it, it can only be dead and not dead...
"Yes, right, right, or leave quickly..."
Palin stood firmly on Lynch's side. Although he was confident in his own strength, he didn't have to run to die...
"Okay..." Lynch was about to leave, but at this time, the temperature of the blood river suddenly rose, like magma boiling at the bottom. Numerous blood blisters appeared on the surface of the blood river, turning up and breaking, accompanied by a wave of heat, carrying A scorching temperature floated away.
Immediately afterwards, at the bottom of the blood river, a faint roar suddenly sounded, a powerful and terrifying breath emanating from the bottom of the blood river...
The river of blood was boiling, surging and surging, and a faint smell of sulfur suddenly radiated out...
Suddenly, there was a strong fear in the hearts of several people...
This has nothing to do with courage, it is suppression on the level of life
"demon!"
In this moment, both Lynch and Hawking knew that at the bottom of this river of blood, a high-level demon was alarming...
For a while, Lynch did not hesitate at all: "Go!"
In fact, this kind of juncture doesn't need to be reminded at all, everyone knows to leave quickly.
The first time that roar appeared, Hawking used Levitate...
"Oops!"
The next moment, Hawking's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
Levitation is invalid!
To be precise, it is not that the floating technique fails, but that the surrounding space is locked at the same time that the roar appears, forming a forbidden air effect, and sealing everyone's retreat in advance...
In an instant, Hawking's cold sweat leaked out of his head.
It's really bad...
The retreat is broken, what should I do?
Fight with that high-level demon?
What a joke, just by looking at this kind of power, the high-level demon is comparable to his own teacher, and even the star sages may not easily defeat it.
And a few of them are simply not enough to plug it in...
"Roar!"
Just as Hawking thought of this, in the surging blood river, suddenly a second roar...
