Chapter 3367: Boiling blood

At the top of a buttock, the star ring of the Terran stands here.
Under the shaking of the aura in the middle of the star ring, two figures have appeared near the star ring.
After Luo Zheng’s line of sight returned to normal, he glanced at the surrounding environment and suddenly glimpsed.
At the top of the solitary peak is a round table. There are seven or eight star rings in the center of the round table. In addition to the Terran, there are other races that have soared here. There are dozens of souls around the round table.
These fertile souls have different forms, and all ethnic groups have them, but there is no human race.
When they saw the body of Luo Zheng and Feng Ge, their eyes were bright.
"The two men... have flesh?"
"How did they do it?"
"The humanoid woman seems to be alive on the other side?"
Fengge can see the appearance and is naturally recognized as the other side of the life.
Luo Zheng did not pay attention to these sun spirits, but went to the edge of the round table and looked around.
Throughout the usual melting days, there are standing peaks of blood, each of which is separated by a considerable distance, and below the lonely peak is the abyss, and at the bottom of the abysto, the red liquid flows.
"From the twenty-nine days, the other side became extremely dangerous," Feng Ge said on the side. "The bottom of Chang Rongtian is covered with 'boiling blood', which is the red liquid below. Any creature will fall into boiling blood. Inside, it will be clean."
"But isn't there any danger?" Luo Zheng's gaze has been recovered from the bottom and landed on the side of the Lonely Peak. These long peaks have been built between the lonely peaks. As long as they do not die into the boiling blood, they can naturally be safe. by.
What's more, Luo Zheng knows how to fly in the air, and it is naturally easier.
"This man-made friend, just the bottom of the blood is nothing, but don't forget, there are those golden-winged birds in the sky!" A body of up to three feet of the soul of the soul came together.
"Golden Wings..."
Luo Zheng looked up.
The shadows of giant birds can be seen in the sky, but the giant birds are only hovering in the deep space...
"I checked the information," Feng Ge said, nodding his head. "The absolute overlord in Changrong is the golden-winged bird. Even the other side of the twenty-nine heavens is the prey of those birds, let alone the soul." ""
The sun spirit is more fragile than the flesh, even if it has been vulnerable to the soul city, unless it passes the test of the soul city, it achieves the colorless literary body and reaches the holy soul.
"Yeah!"
The three-foot-high Yang soul came up and said: "The days of Changrong are too dangerous. We have been staying here, just to wait for the opportunity to go to the soul city. The two have flesh, can you bless us for a ride!"
"I am from the Lions. If the two are willing to me, please ask for a price..."
"..."
Upon hearing this, Luo Zheng’s face showed a hint of curiosity.
Are you trapped here?

"Well! Those golden-winged birds can be awkward. It is safe only on this round table. Once we step into the long plank road, we will be targeted by the golden-winged bird," the Griffin nodded.
Next to a smaller body, the soul has come to the edge of the round table, quietly stepping into the path, and said: "If this friend does not believe, and see!"
The Yang soul had just stood on the plank road for a little while, and there was a gust of wind over the sky. A huge wing of the wing rushed down at an incredible speed and descended on the plank road.
Before the golden-winged bird rushed down, the little man had collected his foot.
"Hey!"
The golden-winged bird made an angry scream and slammed into the little yang.
But its head just touched the platform, and a stream of lightning flashed a "sucking" current sound. After the golden-winged bird made a scream, it quickly slammed its wings back and then rushed toward the sky, while in the air. There is a smell of burntness.
"This is the case," said the little man Yang Soul.
The three-long high Yang soul smiled and said: "Ugly, you teased the golden-winged bird. It is a hate to hate you. When you go to the plank road, you will attack you first."
The "ugly words" said indifferently: "These birds have been here forever, and I will not be able to go to the soul city for a lifetime..."
When Luo Zheng heard their conversation, he realized that these people were trapped here for some time.
If Changrongtian has always been like this, in theory it is too late.
After he thought about it, he asked: "No, if those golden-winged birds are always there, how do other people go to the soul city?"
"You can only wait for the opportunity," said Feng Ge. "I heard that as long as there is weather, the golden-winged birds will not want to come down. When the blood is scattered, everyone will quickly rush to the soul city and be safe!"
"How long does it take for the fog?" Luo Zheng asked.
"We have been here for a long time, but we have not seen the fog," another Yang soul answered.
The birth of blood fog is completely random. Sometimes the blood fog can disperse most of the usual melting days. Sometimes even if blood fog is born, it can only cover a part of the area, and it is still impossible to go to the soul city.
"Then you want us to fight against those strange birds?" Luo Zheng asked.
"Exactly!" said the little man Yang Soul.
"It's too dangerous," Feng Ge vetoed the proposal. "Those hawks are the overlords here. If you flock, you can't resist it!"
Although Fengge has certain confidence in Luo Zheng, the more he does not want him to take risks.
Those yang souls listened to the phoenix songs, and they suddenly dissatisfied with each other, and some of them even dispersed, and some even smashed the illusion and quit the other side.
At this time, Luo Zheng’s mind suddenly heard the voice of Yuanshi Tianzun. "It’s weird. Is the curse of Chang Rongtian lost?"
"Blood Curse? What is that?" Luo Zheng asked.
"Hey, it looks like the Yuanling family has not worked hard in these years, and washed a lot of things," Yuan Shitianzun said helplessly. "The big-winged golden-carving family in Changrong is really powerful, even the gods are made of big wings. It is rare to see the golden eagle."
Generally speaking, dark-field creatures are more powerful than light-domain creatures, but the dark and light fields of Changrongtian are all large-winged golden eagle, which is indeed very rare.
The good thing is that the big-winged gold carvings are very proud!
No matter how hard the Yuanling family is, they cannot pull it together. Although this family is dangerous and cruel, it does not appeal to the Yuanling family.
And this race standing at the top of Changrongtian, the most fearful is the boiling blood flowing in the abyss. In fact, most of the other people in the usual melting days are dependent on boiling blood to survive.
Yuan Shi Tianzun said after the origin of the big-winged golden-carving family, he continued: "A long time ago, people discovered that blood fog can drive away the golden-winged golden eagle. They are boiling under the extreme smoke, and they are boiled by blood. The fog of blood is almost a must-have for the twenty-nine heavy habits. I didn’t expect anyone to know it now."