Above the Immortal Cultivation

Dongfang Shuo was shocked. He looked carefully and found that the dead people had only one common feature. They were held upright in the air. Drops of blood kept oozing out from their feet and dripping into the void under their feet. They flowed slowly in a straight line in the air and converged at a point in the void. That point was like a black hole in space. It swallowed up as much blood as it came.

The blood did not have a trace of bloody smell, but instead exuded a very light and difficult to smell strange fragrance.

Dongfang Shuo was stunned by this scene, and he was so scared that goose bumps appeared all over his body.

He always thought that he was fearless and strong as iron, but his legs couldn't help trembling, and his whole body trembled unconsciously.

Because of these thirteen people, five of them were the top talents of the younger generation of the Dongfang family who came with him and were buried in the ladder to the sky.

Two of them were in the realm of Yuanying Great Perfection, one was a half-step into the spirit, and the other two were peerless masters in the early stage of the spirit.

He originally thought that the five people would be crushed to pieces after falling from the endlessly hanging body, but they were sent here and their blood and essence were slowly drained without any struggle or resistance.

This strange fragrance of blood is a unique symbol of the Eastern Clan, unique and unparalleled in the world.

Tyrant is choosing with a purpose!

He is also one of them, so could it be that his fate is the same? He was terrified and stopped moving forward.

Needless to say, the other eight people must be treasure hunters in the early days of Donghua Pavilion, and Tyrant used the treasure as a huge temptation to attract the members of the Eastern Clan from ancient times to the present to come excitedly, but they didn't expect to be swallowed up completely, so that the bones piled up like a mountain.

Tyrant, what do you want to do?

Also, the fortune you gave me on the fourth floor, is it a pig-raising model, fattening me up and then slaughtering me?

Thinking of this, Dongfang Shuo subconsciously looked around. This was a closed space with a roof as high as the sky. The surroundings were gray and there was no boundary at all.

After feeling that the surroundings were safe, the Qingzhan treasured sword broke through the air.

"Crack."

A green sword energy cut the void.

To his surprise, the gray mist was cut open without resistance, and what appeared in front of him almost made him feel heartbroken and frightened.

Hundreds of thousands of piled bones came into view.

A rough estimate shows that a mountain of bones has at least hundreds of thousands of people, and 100,000 is tens of billions. Could it be that the ultimate goal of the Overlord is to use the blood of the strong men of the Dongfang clan to forcibly resurrect and come back again.

So that's it!

The almost inaudible scent of blood was not emitted by the thirteen people, but condensed from all the bones that were sucked dry, gathering together without dispersing.

However, why did so many bones not turn into ashes?

Suddenly, he looked at the gray fog. It must be this strange fog that preserved the skeleton until now. What was the purpose of the Tyrant leaving the bones? This puzzled him.

Dongfang Shuo was scared to death, but when people fall into a high-intensity thinking, all fears are forcibly driven away and disappear without a trace.

This may be the strength of thinking. Even being in danger can be completely forgotten.

Although he forgot, the danger was not forgotten.

The size of the space remains unchanged. The gray fog has nowhere to go and will return sooner or later.

It quietly and slowly shrank, paused for a moment in an anthropomorphic way, as if sensing something, and then moved forward quickly, surrounding Dongfang Shuo in a moment.

Dongfang Shuo suddenly felt something, looked down, and was immediately scared to death.

Two gray chains passed through his body at some point, and when he lowered his head, his body was inexplicably suspended in the air. In the blink of an eye, he was brought to the thirteen corpses, neatly arranged, and became the fourteenth.

"Ah!"

Dongfang Shuo roared violently, summoning all his magic power to struggle wildly, but his dantian was gray, and even the Yuanying in his body was lifeless, and he couldn't raise any magic power. Only the stronger body was left to jump.

However, how could the gray fog give him a chance to get rid of it? In an instant, layers upon layers surged over him and wrapped him tightly, making him unable to move at all.

"No!"

Before he uttered the word "no", the overwhelming gray fog squeezed into his mouth, completely blocking him.

His eyes were wide open, and drops of blood first dripped from his pupils.

After realizing it late and being scared, he suddenly understood why the eyeballs of the thirteen people next to him seemed to be bulging out of their eye sockets?

It turned out that they were all like me, frightened after the resistance was fruitless.

Don't panic, you must stay calm, there must be a way to escape.

The more intense the resistance, the faster the blood will flow.

Dongfang Shuo immediately put away all his resistance, his eyes returned to normal, and let the gray mist slowly erode his body.

Suddenly, the Yongquan points on both feet suddenly stung like needles.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick..."

Blood began to seep out and drip from the soles of his feet every few dozen breaths. The void under his feet was like a flat solid, splashing on it and making a slight sound, and then flowing along the predetermined trajectory to that point in the space, winding and disappearing.

Dongfang Shuo's face was ashen, but he still didn't give up.

Because he found that the other thirteen people, including five people from his clan, were brought here when they were about to die, while he was automatically trapped alive.

There was only one day left before the pagoda was closed, and their blood was still dripping. He would definitely be able to hold on until the last moment.

As long as the pagoda is closed, as a living person, he has the qualification to be sent out, and he can naturally escape from this desperate situation.

Suck it, suck it as much as you want, I'll see how much you can suck.

He roared fiercely in his heart.

Eight hours passed in a flash, and fortunately, he only lost one percent of his blood.

As if the prophecy came true, at this moment, all the gray fog surged together, like a raging wave, becoming brutal and fierce.

His own blood was like a waterfall, and he couldn't stop it, and it leaked away.

The speed was ten times faster than before.

This sudden violence and madness made him change color and terrified.

"No!"

He roared hysterically, but he could only watch the gray fog surge and his blood flow rapidly.

And what made him so terrified was far more than that. As time passed, terrible things appeared one after another.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

Three hours later, hundreds and thousands of mountains of bones exploded without warning, and the remaining blood and marrow in countless bones were thrown into the space faster than lightning.

Dongfang Shuo was heartbroken and stared at the fireworks-like spectacle with dull eyes.

He knew he was completely finished.

Less than 1% of his blood was left. Once the blood was exhausted, the essence and blood would follow. Once the essence and blood were lost, it would be irreversible and there would be no life.

The thirteen corpses with him had already turned into nothingness like the bone mountains below.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

Dongfang Shuo closed his eyes with difficulty amid the deafening roar of the bone mountains exploding.

He didn't want to see the misery of the moment before his death.