He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 413 Under the Dark Sea
However, that scene was like a pond that was stirred, with ripples and waves in an instant.

Everything becomes ethereal and then dissipates.

Only the indelible horror remains in my heart.

"What is the mountain behind Xujian Road?"

"What giant creature's eyes are these?"

Jiang Lin kept recalling everything that happened when he entered the back mountain. Only vision remained among his five senses, and the other four senses disappeared.

The huge lake in the mountain, is that the pupil?

Where is the blood-red snake? Blood? Nerves?

There was also the white light gushing out from the passage. Jiang Lin's first thought was refraction into an image.

However, the mountains behind Xujian Road stretch for hundreds of miles, and the "eyeball" just seen is at least ten miles wide.

If this is just an eyeball, how big is its body?

What is the relationship between the long-existing Xujiandao and this eyeball?
The most important thing is that Xu Jiandao, who can connect with this kind of thing, was besieged at the mountain gate by the Daqian court.

Jiang Lin couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the Daqian Dynasty has something similar?
His face looked a little grim. If his guess was true, what kind of world had he been dragged into?
The scene before my eyes twisted like a whirlpool, and a rumbling sound came from my ears.

Jiang Lin came back to his senses and looked carefully again, only to find that there was a dark sea around him.

At this moment, he was at an unknown depth underwater, and a cave was vaguely visible in front of him.

Although I don't know exactly where I am, since I'm here, I have to take a look.

After all, what Guo Jiuxing, the leader of Xujian Dao, said was that he wanted to give his fellow disciple an opportunity, not take his life.

Jiang Lin grasped the Sun-Chasing Bow in his hand. The magic weapon seemed to sense his thoughts and emitted a slight glow, illuminating the surroundings.

Jiang Lin then gathered his energy and headed towards the cave.

As for the shock brought by the mountain behind Xujian Road, let’s put it aside for now.

At present, I am not qualified to take care of these things, at least until I break through the Daowu realm!

When he arrived near the cave, Jiang Lin felt a resistance similar to that under the lake.

He was startled. Could it be the same place?
Come to think of it, it is not impossible. After all, it was the Taoist master Xujian who sent him here.

However, the resistance here is much smaller than that under the lake.

Jiang Lin broke through easily and after entering the cave, the view in front of him suddenly became clear.

There was dark brown soil under my feet, without a drop of water.

Looking back at the deep sea outside, the salty and humid smell is very clear.

Although the resistance here is not great, it can isolate the sea water, which is quite strange.

Further in, there is a deep and secluded cave, which is slightly twisted and it is difficult to tell what it is.

There were only some torches hanging on it, as if someone lived here.

Jiang Lin squatted down, picked up a handful of soil, put it to his nose and smelled it, then frowned slightly.

This taste...

At this time, several more people came in from outside.

There were five of them, both men and women, and their cultivation was around the second level of Yuanwu Realm.

After seeing Jiang Lin, they did not look surprised.

I was just a little curious when I saw his burly body.

Among them, a man in his thirties, holding a long sword, bowed to Jiang Lin and said, "You are here to collect spiritual fluid as well, right? Why don't you bring any offerings?"

"Ichor? Sacrifice?"

Jiang Lin was confused, but he didn't ask, just nodded slightly.

His cultivation was far higher than these people. A mere second-grade Yuanwu realm cultivator couldn't tell his true strength.

I just felt that this person was tall and mighty, and his cultivation was unfathomable.

Among them, there was a young girl.

He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, all wet, with a lot of seaweed in his hair, and looked very disheveled.

As for her cultivation, it is only the fourth level of martial arts, pitifully low.

There was deep fear in her eyes.

Two men stood behind her, causing the girl to subconsciously look at the most burly figure on the field.

Jiang Lin glanced at a few people, but didn't intend to meddle in their affairs until he understood the situation.

He turned around, and the girl's eyes suddenly dimmed.

The middle-aged man smiled cheerfully and said, "I think you are still waiting for your sacrifice, so we will go first."

The girl felt desperate, but Jiang Lin said, "If you have nothing to do, we can go together."

The middle-aged man looked at him and said cautiously, "We only brought one sacrifice this time, and we won't go deeper. The elder on duty at Youhaimen this time has some friendship with me..."

"I have no ill will towards you. If I did, Youhaimen wouldn't be able to stop me. Why are you talking so much?" Jiang Lin said impatiently.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man didn't know what to say and could only wink at the other people.

Several people immediately became extremely alert and cautiously kept a distance from Jiang Lin.

They walked in front and Jiang Lin followed behind.

The girl was surrounded by several people. It could be seen that she wanted to turn around several times, but she didn't dare to.

Jiang Lin remained silent throughout the whole process, just thinking in his heart.

"Is this the Dark Sea?"

From Zhenzhou to the westernmost sea, not only is it terribly far, but how long did it take to get there?
"That Taoist master's methods are indeed very powerful."

"As for the good fortune he mentioned, could it be this so-called spiritual liquid?"

Soon, they arrived at a relatively wide area. A lot of people had gathered there, and there were various holes all around.

A young man was pushed forward. He suddenly shouted in fear: "I don't want the silver anymore! I don't want the silver anymore!"

Having said that, he was about to turn around and run.

However, the cultivation of the second level of martial arts is like that of an ant.

The old man in black robe waved his hand, and his energy turned into an invisible big hand that grabbed the young man back.

No matter how hard he struggled, it was of no avail.

"A second-grade martial artist can attract a lower-level spirit insect. Are you ready?"

Several martial artists with strong auras and cultivation levels of the eighth and ninth ranks licked their lips and said, "We are ready. Please act."

The old man in black robe didn't say much. He grabbed the boy and casually slid his nails across his face.

A small wound appeared and a few drops of blood dripped out.

Then, the boy was stuffed into one of the holes.

His screams of terror lasted for several seconds, and then there was a slight pause.

Then, there were even more heartbreaking screams.

Jiang Lin could faintly hear the friction sound of something crawling in the hole.

The next moment, the boy screamed.

His body twisted at incredible angles in extreme pain.

But it only lasted for a short time, and only instinctive twitching remained.

Then, a large amount of blood flowed out of the hole and flowed along the stone wall into the stone trough.

The stone trough is very long, extending deeper and deeper into the distance.

And from the hole came a "crunching" sound, as if something was gnawing at it.

Soon, the boy's body was pulled in and more blood flowed out.

The smell of blood filled the air, and the girl who came with Jiang Lin had turned pale.

She turned around and tried to run, but the man behind her grabbed her by the neck and said with a sneer, "You took the money and still want to run away. That's not a good idea."

The girl's neck was strangled, she couldn't breathe, and her legs were flapping helplessly in the air.

The man threw her to the ground and sneered condescendingly: "Be a good sacrifice. We might be so kind as to give your father, who should have died long ago, an extra ten or eight taels of silver. Otherwise, when we get ashore, we'll send him to accompany you!"

The girl's eyes were filled with fear and despair, and she knew she couldn't escape.

When she took the money from these people and used it to buy medicine for her father's treatment, her life no longer belonged to her own.

Someone whispered, "It's out!"

Jiang Lin looked up and saw a disgusting thing as fat as a maggot crawling out of the hole.

It was covered in blood, with a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth and a half-broken calf hanging from it.

When it saw the people outside, the blood-red maggot opened its mouth and sprayed out a stream of mucus.

The mucus was mixed with blood, as well as the boy's flesh and internal organs.

An eighth-grade martial artist was unable to dodge and was hit directly, leaving a wound the size of a bowl on his chest.

His body stiffened, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

The remaining few people didn't care about him. They jumped around and drew their swords to chop at the blood-red maggots.

Although the mucus sprayed by this maggot is very powerful, it itself is quite weak.

The knife chopped it down and immediately cut a big gash.

The fragrance was refreshing, and the greed in the eyes of the eighth-grade martial artist was even stronger than the fragrance.

He immediately grabbed the bamboo tube at his waist and put a few drops of mucus that had flowed out of the blood-red maggot wounds into it.

The people nearby also succeeded and took out bamboo tubes to hold the mucus.

However, the blood-red maggots had no intention of letting them do what they wanted. Seeing that the trick was difficult, they also wanted to leave.

But these men were not willing to let it go and slashed at it with their swords, causing more wounds.

The blood-red maggot felt the pain, twisted its body and knocked away an eighth-grade martial artist, then quickly shrank back into the hole and disappeared.

Those martial arts masters ran to the hole and stared inside, eager to try.

But in the end they did not dare to chase in. They looked down at the mucus in the bamboo tube and then showed joy.

"With this spiritual liquid, I have a chance to break through to the peak of martial arts!" The ninth-grade martial artist shouted excitedly.

"Congratulations, Brother Zeng."

The rest of the people were speaking nice words happily and laughing loudly. As for the young man who had been used as a sacrifice before, it seemed that he had been completely forgotten.

The corpse at his feet was grabbed by the old man in black robe.

"Who wants the eighth level of martial arts?" the old man in black robe said in a cold voice.

Those martial arts masters took a look at the corpse and became restless.

But they had not completely lost their minds, and they knew that the things brought about by the eighth level of martial arts were beyond their ability to deal with.

You can get the spiritual liquid later, but if you lose your life, you will lose everything.

The few of them didn't say much. After covering the bamboo lid, they left quickly.

Seeing that no one said anything, the middle-aged man who entered here with Jiang Lin said, "Since no one wants to use this sacrifice, it's our turn."

The others immediately showed some resentment, but when the middle-aged man revealed the aura of the second level of Yuanwu Realm cultivation, they could only choose to retreat.

But the girl looked pale and desperate.

(End of this chapter)