In a daze, a warm liquid seemed to flow into Ling Feng's nostrils. It was itchy and had a pungent smell. It also had a SeSe feeling, but it made him feel somewhat familiar.
Ling Feng felt as if he was soaked in water. His body was wet and his thin clothes stuck to his body. He didn't expect that he would casually use the genes of a curious baby in XiaTi to create such a bizarre and strange scene. He slowly opened his eyes. He thought that he had fallen into the pool, but when he looked around, he saw that Ling Feng was covering his nose with his hands and retching non-stop!
A boundless blood-colored lake greeted his eyes. It was a dazzling red, a monotonous red, and so red that it made one's hair stand on end. He was soaking in this blood lake. Ling Feng would not be stupid enough to think that this was a river polluted by earth's red dye. This was blood! It was really warm blood!
Who hasn't seen blood before? But have you ever seen a sea of blood? Furthermore, you were floating in the middle of it, without knowing the direction or the exit. Your eyes were filled with blood, and when you lowered your head to look at your white clothes, which had already been dyed red, Ling Feng became a completely bloody person. Ling Feng clearly felt his scalp go numb, and goosebumps rose all over his body.
Forcefully bearing the discomfort in his heart, Ling Feng looked around, wanting to check the direction of the Blood Lake and find a way out. After looking around for a long time, Ling Feng patted the surface of the water in annoyance, stirring up a few streams of blood. It turned out that the water flow in all directions on the surface of the Blood Lake was irregular, and it changed its direction from time to time.
Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, and sometimes even to the point where it suddenly stopped. The water was flowing in all directions, but the water in the middle was calm. It was so strange, no wonder Ling Feng would vent his frustration. He took off his outer clothes. In this place, clothes were just extra burdens. He swung his arms and legs, buried his head, and used his hands to randomly choose a direction to swim over.
Ling Feng's heavy head had long forgotten how long he had been swimming. He had vaguely rested dozens of times intermittently. When he swam again, he had soaked in this blood lake for several hours. His limbs were already weak and his entire body had turned white, like old clothes that had been washed countless times. Ling Feng had already given up. He only had the strength of a two star Dou Zhe. He was not a Dou Zong and could not fly in the air. If one was not a Dou Zun, one would not be able to travel a thousand miles in one step. If one was not a Dou Sheng, one would not be able to cut open space and escape. Although his father had given him quite a few life-saving items, he had casually thrown them into his storage ring since today was the day he chose a cultivation technique.
Who would have thought that so many uncontrollable things would happen in a place that they had never heard of before? Ling Feng was lying on the surface of the lake. He was exhausted and couldn't even move his fingers. Ever since he had transmigrated, he thought that he was familiar with the plot and had everything under control. He also tried his best not to disrupt the progress of the plot. Only then could he grasp the overall situation. Unexpectedly…
Ling Feng spat out the blood in his mouth and laughed dryly. Although he was close to death, he was extremely at ease. Anyway, he had transmigrated once. Perhaps, after he died this time, he would transmigrate to another world. Why not be happy? After consoling himself, Ling Feng felt that his eyelids were very heavy. He didn't struggle anymore and closed his eyes to have a good sleep. Then, he would go with the flow!
Ling Feng was so tired. He had forgotten how long he had slept. In the dream, he seemed to see the exit and found the nectar. He drank the nectar and ran towards the exit.
Ling Feng woke up once again. He habitually looked around, wanting to distinguish where he had transmigrated to this time. He was disappointed. When he saw the blood lake by his feet, he knew that he was still in this damn place.
Chi Luo propped up his exhausted body. Although he didn't go out, Ling Feng was glad that God had given him another chance to survive. Looking at the blood lake a few steps away, Ling Feng couldn't help but sigh,"This is a lake! This was the sea! No wonder we can't swim out!" Rubbing his face, he changed his expression and puffed out his chest. He had to have a positive attitude towards life! Turning his head around and looking behind him, Ling Feng immediately put on a bitter expression. Gritting his teeth, he said word by word,"Are you kidding me?"
What did Ling Feng see?
The endless black flames surrounded him. The only place that was not enveloped was the damned Blood Sea! Ling Feng almost cried. These black flames were either high or low, jumping from time to time and floating in the air. They were vivid and lifelike, as if they were living creatures. Looking at the sea of blood and then at the flames, Ling Feng called out,"Don't tell me this is the netherworld, the Netherworld!”
Of course, this was just a way of saying that the spirit wind was venting. A few meters away, Ling Feng carefully observed the black flames. These flames actually didn't affect the surrounding temperature. Seemingly somewhat expectant, Ling Feng took off his right boot and threw it into the flames. In the blink of an eye, there wasn't even a flame left! Ling Feng's last hope was dashed. He threw his other boot into the air in a fit of pique. He laid on the ground without even looking at it. The ground was black soil with a hint of moisture. Ling Feng's upper body rubbed against it with great enjoyment. He tilted his head and looked at the black flame. Ling Feng recalled his encounter quietly. Behind the bookshelf, there was a portrait of a person. He was sucked in. He fainted. A familiar feeling. Blood Sea. He fainted again. Black flame.
Right, familiarity! Why did it feel familiar? Ling Feng, who was familiar with the Blood Sea at the beginning, suddenly got up and ran to the Blood Sea. The endless red was even more beautiful than the sunset.
Blood sea, blood sea, a sea made entirely of blood. The sense of familiarity was the sense of familiarity from the bloodline! He found his cut finger and squeezed the wound that had already healed, leaving a few drops of blood. Drip, drip, drip,
All of a sudden, the entire Blood Sea boiled. Countless bubbles appeared on the surface of the sea, bursting and producing new bubbles. The entire Blood Sea kept shrinking and gathering toward the spirit wind.
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