The rainbow that covers the sky shines

Chapter 228 The Asura Tribe
"It's really a sea of ​​blood, we've really entered the sea of ​​blood!" The three bone saints were extremely excited, and the soul fire in their skulls was beating violently.

After their narration, Feng Jinghong had a certain understanding of this secret place, and looked around under pressure.

Nether blood sea, once every ten thousand years.The place where the blood and blood of the world and the earth gather, and the place where all creatures and creatures are forbidden to walk.

The water in the sea of ​​blood is extremely filthy, polluting the soul and depriving wisdom. Even monks cannot resist this kind of erosion for a long time. Only the Asura clan born in the sea of ​​blood can not be affected.

However, due to some unknown reasons, the Asuras were imprisoned in the corner of the sea of ​​blood, and they could only come out when the sea of ​​blood rises once every ten thousand years and the power of the underworld is the strongest.

The sea of ​​blood is vast and boundless, and ten thousand years of rest is enough to give birth to many blood treasures of the underworld. This is a special treasure that cannot be seen in many paradises in the outside world, and it is extremely precious.

Therefore, for some races that have a path to the sea of ​​blood, this has become a rare opportunity for thousands of years.

And chance often means fighting and killing.

The river of the underworld leads to the universe on the outside and connects to the sea of ​​blood on the inside. What the Bone Spirit Clan is guarding is just one of the many entrances.

Every time the sea of ​​blood is opened, many races will enter to compete for opportunities, and the Bone Spirit Race is not considered powerful among these forces, so the Bone Saint of the Two-headed Python happily wins over Feng Jinghong as an ally.

"Time is precious, look for it separately!" The place was able to fly, and the three bone saints dispersed in an instant, looking for treasures everywhere.

Feng Jinghong didn't leave in a hurry. He first took a scoop of the water from the sea of ​​blood with a magic weapon to test the extent of its pollution, and found that with his own body, he could resist the pollution of a small amount of seawater.

Then I tried to dive again, and found that I could last about half an hour in the shallow water layer of the blood sea without being eroded.

And if the sea is deep, the power of filth is even stronger, and the time of persistence will be shorter.

After knowing it well, Feng Jinghong also found a direction and began to search.

The sea of ​​blood was vast, and there were no living beings. It took him two hours to fly before he found anything.

Stretching out his hand and swipe gently, he cut open the bloody sea surface, and fished out a puddle of mud, with faint bloody lines flowing on it.

This is Yan Luo soil, an extremely rare refining material.

Feng Jinghong put it away and moved on.

Half a day later, he made another discovery.

It was a huge head, the flesh and blood had melted away, and the race could not be identified.The breath has dissipated, and it is impossible to judge its cultivation.

But just because he can sink and float in the sea of ​​blood without melting, it is enough to conclude that he must have been a person who cultivated to the sky during his lifetime.

Of course, the treasure that Feng Jinghong took a fancy to was not this head, but a strange plant growing on it.

It was more than one foot tall, and the color was like black jade, emitting a faint fragrance, even the endless smell of the sea of ​​blood could not cover it.

"Netherworld Grass!" Feng Jinghong immediately recognized this strange grass, bursting with joy.

Currently, there are only two known Nether Grass growing in the Undead Mountain, which are extremely rare and precious.

This kind of grass contains long-living substances, the effect is enough to equal half a plant of elixir, and it is enough to make a monk live thousands of years longer.

The only problem is that its side effects are extremely serious. The lifespan of a creature who eats Nether Grass will indeed be extended, and even the power of consciousness will skyrocket, but its flesh and blood will wither and be entangled in death, becoming a "living dead". "

But Feng Jinghong naturally wouldn't mind this, there are so many medicinal materials with side effects in this world, there will always be a solution, the most common one is alchemy.

Moreover, the side effects of Nether Grass are mainly for living creatures, and it is completely useless for some undead creatures.

For example, his teammate Bone Spirit Clan on this trip, they have no flesh and blood in the first place, and they majored in the soul. For them, the value of the Nether Grass is definitely not inferior to that of the undead medicine.

Feng Jinghong landed, looked at the rotten flesh, but couldn't get off her feet, her mana condensed into big hands and grabbed the grass.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from a distance: "Stop, let go of that fairy grass!"

Of course, Feng Jinghong would not make the low-end mistake of beeping without making a move. He directly pulled up the Nether Grass and a jar of blood mud from its roots, put it in a jade box, and then turned to look at the person who came.

"Bold thief, didn't you hear Grandpa talking to you?" The visitor scolded him as soon as he came up, very arrogant.

This is a strong man in human form, one foot tall, with three heads, six arms and four legs, with a ferocious face and a large expanse of fiery red skin.

"Asura?" Feng Jinghong asked curiously.

"It's good to know!" Seeing that Feng Jinghong recognized his identity, the strong man's expression became more and more arrogant.

"The treasures in this sea of ​​blood belong to my clan. Hurry up and hand over the fairy grass, and then present all the treasures in your body. Grandpa will spare you!"

Feng Jinghong narrowed his eyes, full of murderous intent, this was the first time since he was born that someone dared to talk to him like this.

The bone sage gave him some information about the Asura clan before. This clan was born in a sea of ​​blood. The males are ugly, the females are alluring, cruel by nature, bloodthirsty and warlike.

Coupled with the long-term living in the sea of ​​​​blood, not knowing the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, they all look like the boss and my second child, arrogant and tight.

The key point is that the Asura tribe, as natives, is powerful and has home court advantage in fighting in the sea of ​​blood. It is rare for foreign creatures to defeat them, so most people will try to avoid these troublesome guys as much as possible.

Feng Jinghong had already taken precautions against the rudeness of this group of people, but she still didn't expect that they would be so crazy. Where does the confidence come from?
"What is the realm of the strongest in your clan?" Feng Jinghong asked suddenly.

"It's the patriarch. His old man has been a great saint for many years." The strong man of the Asura clan responded subconsciously.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that Feng Jinghong hadn't accepted his disposal immediately, and he was furious, and six fists the size of sandbags slammed out:

"I asked you to hand over the baby, didn't you hear?"

It's just a mere great sage, not even a quasi-emperor dare to be so crazy like you?
Feng Jinghong let out a cold snort and slapped out the palm, the back hair came first, and landed on the top of the head among the strong men.

"Crack!" The head in the middle of the strong man shattered like a watermelon, blood splashed everywhere, and the whole person was swat away like a fly, smashing heavily into the sea of ​​blood, splashing a huge wave thousands of feet high.

"Good physique!" Feng Jinghong commented.

He used [-]% of his strength in that palm just now, but this person only broke one head. The physical strength of the Asura clan is really good.

"Wow, I'm so angry!" The sea exploded, and the strong man of the Asura clan soared into the sky, turning into a beam of blood and attacking Feng Jinghong.

The blood mist in the air was pulled towards his headless neck spontaneously, and the flesh and blood repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No wonder you are so arrogant, you really have some skills!"

With a tyrannical physique, coupled with the restoration of the sea of ​​​​blood, the Asuras are indeed difficult to deal with here.

But for Feng Jinghong, it was just a little troublesome.

(End of this chapter)