nluo handed Qin Sang a token and said in a low voice, "Old Zou has already bought several caves on the island, all of which are in good positions on spiritual veins. Dao Chang first chooses a cave to...Holding the jade tablet, Gong Liangyu seemed to have found his footing, his expression slightly easing.

In one hand, he held the miniature figure, in the other, the jade pendant.

Gong Liangyu just jumped into the blood lake like that.

The instant Qin Sang came into contact with the blood water, he felt a sinister force invade his entire body, penetrating every inch of him. The strange chill could seep into his mind and bones.

Qin Sang actually shivered involuntarily, his expression changing slightly.

He recalled when he fought the Demon King of the Tied Machine, using the Nine Nether Demon Fire to resist the poisonous mist. He wanted to use the same trick again, urging the demon fire to form a fire armor and cover himself.

Unexpectedly, the chill was very strange, piercing through the magic flames.

Qin Sang transformed the Fire Armor into Ancestor Saint Flame, but it was still unable to withstand it.

Only when he retracted his spiritual fire and activated his true essence to transform into armor did he feel some improvement. Fortunately, the consumption of true essence wasn't too fast, so it didn't have much impact on him as a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Whoosh... "

Within sight, a sea of blood. Blood flowed around, gurgling and surging, flowing somewhere unknown.

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Qin Sang could feel a sinister force emanating from the blood water, dragging him toward an unknown destination. Qin Sang looked around frantically, then his figure plummeted downwards. He felt a loosening sensation all over his body, finally breaking free from the blood water's restraints.

Below the blood, there was an unknown space shrouded in a bloody mist.

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Qin Sang observed while carefully descending, and after a while, he stepped onto the hard ground.

That sinister power still existed, spreading through the blood mist and filling the entire space.

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Qin Sang didn't dare to remove his Lingjia armor. He just flicked his sleeve robe, and three magic flags flew out from it, circling him constantly as a protective measure.

At the same time, he raised a golden saber in his hand.

As the master of the Shao Huashan sect, Dongyang Bo must have comprehended the "Yuan Shen Yang Jian Zhang".

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Qin Sang cultivated this method, Dong Yang Bo was aware of it.

If one were to use the ebony sword and sword formation in front of Lord Dongyang, even if he had never seen the second part of the technique before, he would certainly be able to see one or two things and guess Qin Sang's identity.

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Therefore, Qin Sang would use sword techniques as little as possible, preparing to rely mainly on his magic banner and demonic fire, trying not to activate the Seven Souls Killing Formation.

The Eighteen Demon Banners are enough to cope with any crisis.

At the same time Qin Sang wielded his magic treasure, Tiánmù Dié also awoke.

It still likes to land on Qin Sang's shoulder, rubbing its soft wings against Qin Sang's cheeks and clinging close to its master. The Tianmu Butterfly has the ability to protect itself, so even when outside, it doesn't have to worry about safety. Qin Sang just goes with her.

Tianmu Butterfly's vigilance was heightened, its eyesight piercing through the blood mist, allowing it to see farther.

After some probing, Qin Sang determined that the blood mist here only slightly obstructed vision and had little effect on divine sense. As long as he resisted the erosion of evil spirits, it was nothing to worry about.

But according to the information they gathered, the inside of Blood Lake was like hell. Don't recklessly extend your divine sense too far, lest you accidentally trigger a mechanism and invite danger.

Those records were vague, and Qin Sang didn't know what was here. But it was better to be careful, so he retracted his divine sense within three meters.

He has the heavenly eye butterfly, he doesn't need divine consciousness, and the influence isn't great.

Having activated his Heavenly Eye divine ability, Qin Sang finally understood why this place was called Purgatory after seeing the surrounding scenery.

He stood on a bare rock, a mountain looming ahead in the distance.

This mountain was also a stone mountain, with no trace of soil, let alone any vegetation or creatures. The entire mountain body was blood red, whether it was dyed by the pervasive blood mist or originally so, remained unknown.

The scene on the mountain was very frightening.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, with a chilling wind that refused to abate.

Lightning is also blood-red.

Above the stone mountain, blood lightning resembled countless crimson giant pythons. Thousands upon thousands of blood bolts surged forth relentlessly, aiming to shatter everything around the stone mountain.

... 'Boom boom boom...'

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The thunder roared, deafening and shaking the soul.

This kind of blood thunder is definitely not a good thing, Qin Sang doesn't want to try the taste of blood thunder.

Shishan endured the bombardment of blood thunder day and night, undergoing countless trials and tribulations for millennia. It remained intact, not due to special material but because it was sealed with a powerful restriction.

Every blood thunderbolt that struck the mountain blossomed into a scarlet thunderflower, with wisps and strands of bloody light scattering everywhere, yet unable to shake the stone mountain in the slightest.

The yin wind is no simple matter, swirling constantly around the stone mountain. When the blood lightning and yin wind collide, they are sometimes scattered by the yin wind, demonstrating its power.

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Stone mountains last forever, but human life is not eternal.

Thinking back to Qin Sang's previous speculation about the Abyss, if someone was suppressed here, subjected to lightning strikes and insidious winds that eroded their bones, the suffering would be no less than that of a hellscape of blades and saws.

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Even the most heinous criminal would find this punishment sufficient.

And such a wind-and-thunder mountain, in the records is nothing but commonplace, no wonder that the predecessors who came before would be fearful of the blood lake and regard it as purgatory.

At this time, Qin Sang's wrist mixed yuan concentric ring flashed, and the fat chicken jumped out.

"Can you feel it"

Qin Sang asked.

The fat chicken didn't answer, it opened its mouth and spat out the pearl. Then it spewed several streams of essence. The pearl slowly rose, hovering three inches above the fat chicken's head.

The orb flickered with light, as if breathing. Its fluorescence dripped down, able to help the fat chicken ward off evil spirits.

After a moment, the fat chicken’s eyes flashed with disappointment. “If my mother were nearby, we could use the Lei Nianzhu to sense each other’s location through our bloodline power… The Lei Nianzhu isn't reacting.”

Qin Sang asked about the scope and comforted, “Stay calm. The space inside Blood Lake is vast, and just the perimeter alone will take us a while to explore. Don't underestimate it; there are many places like Wind Thunder Mountain. Even if your mother’s strength were tested, getting trapped in one of these wouldn't be unusual.”

Qin Sang pointed to the stone mountain ahead and said faintly.

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He came to the foot of Shi Mountain now, but he didn't dare approach.

A sinister wind and blood-red lightning enveloped the space around Mount Shi, with their afterwaves affecting anyone who passed through.

Qin Sang suspected that if he rashly broke in, what awaited him wouldn't be merely Yin Feng and Blood Lei. The restrictions on the mountain peak were hidden but unpredictable, strange and unfathomable.

Looking at Shi Shan, Qin Sang felt a chill run down her spine.

Logic told him it was best to steer clear of this place.

The fat chicken was overjoyed, but also a little worried. “I'm afraid I might mess up the master’s important affairs.”

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"My forces are weak and untrusted. Leaving a little later wouldn't be a bad thing. However, before that, we need to find these locations marked on the map fragment and confirm their positions."

Qin Sang said faintly.

He wasn't eager to be the first one to face Ye Lao Mo, but rather intended to wait for an opportunity. Besides, he also wanted to walk around the blood lake and see if the Killing Sword Spirit would react.

As he spoke, Qin Sang took out a piece of animal hide. It depicted very simple lines, a crude replica of the Tongyu Demon Lord’s complete map. It was left behind by predecessors who had been to Xuehu Lake in the past. One didn't know if it had changed over so many years.

Unfortunately, the Fenglei Mountain in front of him was not on the map.

Qin Sang ordered the fat chicken to follow behind him. Just as they were about to bypass Fenglei Mountain, dozens of blood thunders changed direction without any warning and struck them!ter an hour, Feng Shangshi was eager to visit his old friend and stood up to bid farewell. Qin Sang and Lan Jing tried to persuade him to stay, but they couldn't stop him, so they escorted him out of...