The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"Fuck you, are those righteous people crazy?!"

The thin bone needle shuttled between the red and white teeth. The half-human monster with fur on its face spat on the ground and cursed with a ferocious frown:

"Chasing so closely!"

"It's just eating a few people."

"As for... Uh!" The voice hadn't finished yet. The round animal head rolled back and forth on the ground several times and finally straightened up, revealing a moment of convulsion with its eyes open.

The blood splattered on the grass leaves like a ladybug.

The long sword was put back into the scabbard, and the cultivator who had been chasing him all the way didn't even take a second look at it. He just dug out the inner elixir of the monster, buried it on the spot and left.

I thought that the demonic disaster would be a prosperous era for the monsters and evil cultivators who had been suppressed in the dark for a long time. They could take advantage of the chaos in the world to make a fortune and then hide away.

Unexpectedly, the righteous cultivators became like crazy, scarier than a swarm of locusts. They would attack any bloody monster they saw, and as for the evil cultivators, they would kill them all without any discrimination.

For a moment, the cockroaches that were ready to move obediently retracted their antennae, wishing they could be even quieter and less noticeable than usual.

Unfortunately, it could not withstand the spiritual sense of a powerful cultivator, who searched the ground inch by inch like a searchlight.

Just like inflammation in the human body, it triggers an immune system storm that initiates a comprehensive attack. The smell of blood and smoke suddenly filled the air and rose throughout Kyushu.

Unfortunately, Yu Mian couldn’t see all these developments.

The long spear condensed with frosty air, and was covered with white frost from the tip to the tail of the spear. With a move of "Splitting Huashan", he shattered the blood beast in front of him into ice crystals, and then piled them together, and set up a frost formation to seal it with one hand.

The frost and snow energy on the gun is the most effective method she has figured out during this period to deal with the blood beast. She attached a small formation to the gun, turning it into an ice-attributed magic weapon.

She once again broke free from the blood-opening beast's pursuit, and bent her body slightly, breathing heavily, and thrust her spear into the ground with her right hand. With a dull "dong!" sound, the ice shell shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

Finally, after they had crossed the wasteland for who knows how long, they saw something other than a flat surface in front of them - a clear cliff.

When we came to the edge of the cliff and looked down, we found the criss-crossing river valleys below, with boiling bloody water flowing in them. Countless tributaries flowed into the main river from all directions, like a big net.

Looking far into the distance, what is wrapped in the net is a quiet round pool, like blood-red eyes staring at the sky.

Looking at the overlapping images in front of her eyes and in her memory, Yu Mian subconsciously felt a little nauseous. The image in front of her reminded her of a placenta that grew in the Demon Realm.

It continuously draws nutrients from the veins of the Demon Realm, just like a mother giving birth to her child, giving birth to demons again and again.

As long as the source of the blood pool is not cut off, the evil disaster will never end.

It’s not that there are no cultivators who want to stop the Demon Lord from resurrecting. After the seal, every generation of cultivators has made more or less attempts, but unfortunately they have not succeeded...

This continent, which is separated from Kyushu by the sea, is different from Kyushu in that it has natural magical factors that are densely distributed in every inch of the air. The two continents are like a mirror world.

Just as the mortal reincarnation is through rebirth in the underworld, the reincarnation in the devil's realm relies on the blood pool.

Sheng Qing stood beside Yu Mian, raised her hand and pinched a string of beads that were ready to move, clenched her five fingers to control them, her eyes were fierce, and they dared to cause trouble in her hands.

"Since you are here, take the magic sword first..."

The blood pool before us connects to thousands of ravines. It is a vast formation created by heaven and earth. It must not be activated at will. It would be bad if the Demon Lord was released in advance and a disaster occurred.

Sheng Qing brought Yu Mian to the blood pool. They walked in the air, the wind was blowing, and their sleeves were swaying slightly.

Yu Mian had never seen how Sheng Qing obtained the magic sword, he only knew that it was near the blood pool. Now that he had come close to the pool, he realized that what looked like a small round pool from afar was actually very large.

It doesn't look like a pond, but more like a small lake.

"Where is the sword?" She looked around but did not find any sword shape, nor did she see any trace of sword energy leaking out.

"In the blood pool..." Sheng Qing looked at the pool in front of him and said calmly, but there was something more in his eyes compared to the past.

This is a pool that soaks people's hearts. If ordinary people are even slightly touched by it, they will fall into an illusion from which they cannot escape, and will never be able to be reborn, instead degenerating into demons.

In her previous life, when she took the sword, she saw endless enemies beside her, tempting her to sink into madness in killing. She had long forgotten how long she had been slaughtering in the illusion, and finally climbed out of the blood pool.

For the first time in his life, Sheng Qing was shaken for a moment that he himself could hardly detect. He held Yu Mian's hand and then hugged her waist, his deep eyes fixed on Yu Mian's profile.

"Blood pool? Isn't it dangerous?" After Yu Mian came here, the urge to get closer gradually dissipated. Even she didn't know what her purpose of coming here was.

Hearing that Shengqing was going to do such a dangerous thing, he subconsciously became nervous.

She turned her head to look into Shengsheng Qing's eyes, and saw the calmness and tenderness of a desperate attempt. She paused for a moment and did not dissuade him, but said seriously: "I will go with you."

"No, the blood pool will drag people's hearts into the evil path. We must have someone to watch over them. Mian'er's cultivation is still shallow and she has no experience. She will just wait aside." Sheng Qing stretched out his fingertips and gently scratched Yu Mian's nose bridge, successfully forcing her eyelashes to blink for a moment, interrupting her stubborn look.

Yu Mian frowned and grabbed Sheng Qing's fingertips, "Are you really going?"

"The Demon Sword is the Demon Lord's natal magic weapon, nurtured by the blood pool. It is the best weapon in the world. If it can be taken away in advance, one-third of His strength can be cut off..." She explained in a soft voice to Yu Mian.

Sheng Qing is a person of few words, but whenever she starts talking, people can't help but calm down and listen.

Tear open her thorny skin, and you can see a wise heart that flows like gold.

She was actually very good at reasoning, especially to her wife...

In line with this, Yu Mian was good at listening to reason. She took a deep breath, suppressed her emotions, and then showed a far-fetched smile, "I understand."

"Then you must pay attention to safety..."

Firstly, she had no experience and secondly, she was not strong enough. If she rushed forward, she would be courting death and would also bring trouble to Shengqing. Shengqing was right. It was most appropriate for her to go this time for both moral and legal reasons.

But this kind of logic cannot convince myself.

I always hate myself for being so weak.

"I'll wait for you right here."

Sheng Qing stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek, leaned down slightly, and said with a smile: "Won't you give me a kiss as a reward?"

The emotions that Yu Mian had just built up were completely destroyed by her, and he raised his hand subconsciously to throw a punch.

When a fist hit the collar, he turned it into a grip and pulled Shengqing in for a kiss, rubbing their lips together, teasing with their tongues, and rolling around.

“…Huh…”

He pulled away with a light breath, one hand still on Shengqing's collar, and leaned on her other shoulder, "…is there anything else you want?"

"When you come back, I'll do whatever you want..."