Chapter 1205

Two Pupils at the Bottom of the Pool

Boom!

Demonic Dao Zhuowen's expression changed slightly. His body was still in mid-air as he twisted his waist. Grand Demonic Battle Qi surged out in an attempt to escape from the range of the blood pool. Unfortunately, Cang Die's power firmly restrained his entire body, making it impossible for him to twist his body.

Swoosh Swoosh Swoosh!

Numerous blood vessel-like branches burst out from the blood pool. They were like countless tentacles as they entangled Demonic Dao Zhuowen, making it difficult for him to break free.

Bang!

The sound of something falling into the water rang out. Soon after, Demonic Dao Zhuowen was directly pulled into the blood pool by the countless blood vessel-like branches. In an instant, Demonic Dao Zhuowen felt that his eyes were filled with the color of blood. Other than the boundless blood, there was no other color in his eyes.

Chi Chi Chi!

Waves of blood-colored whirlpools churned up from the blood pool like boiling water. It looked extremely terrifying. Cang Die silently hovered above the blood pool. A cruel expression appeared in his eyes as he watched Demonic Dao Zhuowen's figure being submerged in the blood pool.

"I must obtain the Grand Demonic Battle Qi. Also, you will not be able to take away the Grand Demonic Battle Art on your body." Cang Die muttered in a low voice as his pitch-black eyes were filled with a blazing color.

"Demonic Dao Avatar has been thrown into the Sacrificial Blood Pool by Cang Die."

Zhuowen's original body spat out a mouthful of blood as he spoke with a slightly pale face.

"The power of this Sacrificial Blood Pool is not bad. It is actually able to affect your Demonic Dao Avatar. However, I'm afraid that it will not be able to refine your Demonic Dao Avatar." Xiao Hei, who was on Zhuowen's shoulder, said in a somewhat grave voice.

Zhuowen nodded. After all, the Demonic Dao Avatar was formed by the Demonic Eye. If it was so easily refined by the Sacrificial Blood Pool, wouldn't it bring shame to the reputation of the Fighting Buddha Demon Sage?

At this moment, Demonic Dao Zhuowen slowly opened his eyes in the blood pool. A strange black and red light burst out from his eyes. The surrounding blood-colored whirlpools were rapidly rotating and squeezing Demonic Dao Zhuowen. However, they were unable to cause much harm to him as Demonic Dao Zhuowen circulated the Grand Demonic Battle Qi in his body to completely block the corrosion of the surrounding blood-colored whirlpools.

"There are too many blood-colored whirlpools in this Sacrificial Blood Pool. The Grand Demonic Battle Qi cannot support me for too long. I have to think of a way to get out of this blood pool."

Zhuowen slightly frowned as he looked around at the endless blood-colored whirlpool. His eyes revealed a hint of disappointment. Most of his strength had been confined by Cang Die. Coupled with the numerous blood vessels and branches that burst out from the blood pool, Zhuowen's strength had been reduced to less than ten percent. Not to mention escaping from this blood pool, he even felt that it was difficult for him to move.

Time slowly passed. Finally, the Grand Demonic Battle Qi that surrounded Zhuowen had been shattered. The billowing blood-colored whirlpools were like numerous blood-colored rays that eroded Demonic Dao Zhuowen's demonic body in an attempt to completely crush it.

However, Demonic Dao's demonic body was formed by the demonic eye of the Buddha Demon Eye. Although the Sacrificial Blood Pool was powerful, it was still difficult to destroy Demonic Dao's demonic body. Although Demonic Dao's demonic body was so tough that the blood pool could not destroy it, the extreme pain caused by the blood-colored whirlpools stirring his body was clearly transmitted to Zhuowen's nerves.

"So painful …"

Zhuowen's original body suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His face became even paler. Although Demonic Dao's demonic body could not be destroyed by the blood pool, the pain caused by the injury was transmitted to Zhuowen's nerves. The pain was extremely intense, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his heart.

Even though Zhuowen's willpower was extremely firm, he still groaned from the intense pain. His hands that were pressed against the wall left extremely deep marks on the wall. It could be seen how intense the pain Zhuowen was enduring at this moment.

"It seems that the two avatars have a great impact on you," Xiao Hei said with a frown as she looked at Zhuowen, who was groaning in pain.

…

In the blood pool, Demonic Dao Zhuowen frowned slightly. Although he also felt the intense pain, he was a Demonic Dao cultivator. The only thing that remained unchanged in his eyes was his indifference. He did not reveal any pain. At most, he would frown slightly.

When Demonic Dao Zhuowen was drifting in the blood pool, a pair of purple-black pupils appeared at the bottom of the blood pool. The pupils looked through the endless blood water and fell on Demonic Dao Zhuowen's body. A hint of astonishment appeared in the pupils' eyes.

"The aura of Grand Demonic Battle Qi?

This kid also cultivates a Grand Demonic Battle Art?

Could this be fate? "

A low and hoarse voice slowly resounded from the pair of purple-black pupils and lingered at the bottom of the blood pool.

Demonic Dao Zhuowen, who was drifting with the flow, also heard the voice at the bottom of the blood pool. His eyes narrowed slightly as he asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

Whoosh!

The sound of water splashing was heard. Then, Zhuowen suddenly discovered that a pair of purple-black pupils had appeared in front of him. The pair of purple-black pupils were in the shape of two rings. If one looked at them, it would be extremely easy to feel dizzy.

"Who are you?"

Demonic Dao Zhuowen narrowed his eyes and stared at the pair of purple-black pupils with vigilance. He did not notice the appearance of the pair of pupils before.

The pair of pupils did not pay attention to Zhuowen's question. Instead, they stared at Zhuowen and said indifferently, "Where did you get your Grand Demonic Battle Qi and Grand Demonic Battle Art?"

Hearing this, Zhuowen narrowed his eyes and revealed a look of shock. Why would the pair of pupils suddenly ask such a question? And who was the owner of the pair of pupils?

The way they appeared was too strange.

"Your physical body is really tough. You actually did not suffer any damage in the sacrificial blood pool. However, this is not the place to talk. Come with me."

The pair of purple-black pupils glanced at Zhuowen indifferently. Soon after, a purple-black energy wrapped around Zhuowen. Zhuowen wanted to resist, but found that the purple-black energy was too large and did not allow him to resist at all.

Whoosh!

Soon, Zhuowen was carried away by the mighty force and rushed to the bottom of the blood pool.

At the bottom of the blood pool, there was a half-mile wide vacuum zone. The reason why it was called a vacuum zone was mainly because this half-mile area was covered by a semicircular light barrier. The surrounding blood water was basically blocked by this semicircular light barrier. It was impossible for it to enter this half-meter radius.

Whoosh!

The pair of purple-black pupils quickly brought Zhuowen into the light shield. The moment his feet landed on the ground, Zhuowen found that the shackles on his body had disappeared. Then, his attention fell on the pair of purple-black pupils in front of him.

However, the pair of purple-black pupils did not look at Zhuowen. Instead, they turned into a purple-black stream of light and landed in the center of the area. There, a stooped figure quietly sat cross-legged.

"Armor Soul?"

Zhuo Wen's eyes first landed on the purple-black eyes that were suspended above the human figure. Only then did he turn his attention to the hunchbacked figure below the eyes. How could he not tell that the purple-black eyes that had brought him here were the armor spirit of this hunchbacked figure?

However, although the stooped figure in front of him emitted a powerful aura, there were traces of death aura lingering around his body, as if this figure could lose his life at any time.

The semi-circular light shield above the vacuum area was also supported by this stooped figure, preventing the surrounding blood water from entering.

The stooped figure slowly turned around, revealing an aged face that was covered in wrinkles. Moreover, there were strands of dark aura faintly seeping out from this aged face. It looked exceptionally strange and terrifying.

"Poison?"

Looking at the strands of black Qi on the stooped old man's face, Zhuowen's pupils shrank, and he whispered in surprise.

"Hehe!"

"Sit."

The hunchbacked old man waved his sleeve. Immediately, a stone table and two stone stools appeared in front of him. He leisurely sat on one of the stone stools. His right hand pointed at the stone stools opposite him as he spoke to Zhuo Wen.

Although his heart was filled with doubt, Zhuowen still followed the stooped old man's instructions and sat opposite him. His eyes were rather cautious as he stared at the stooped old man and asked softly, "Senior is …"

When Zhuowen said this, he realized that he didn't know how to address the stooped old man in front of him.

"Hehe!"

"You can call me Old Mo. How should I address you, little friend?" Old Mo coughed lightly and smiled at Zhuowen.

"Zhuowen!" Zhuowen did not hide his name and calmly said.

The stooped old man in front of him seemed to be trapped in the pool of blood as well. However, he did not know who this person was. Could it be that he was related to the storage disc?

"Zhuowen?"

"Not a bad name."

Old Mo praised and then went silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something. After pausing for a moment, he continued, "Did you obtain the Demon Battle Qi and Demon Battle Art from the two statues in the Treasure Pavilion?"

Hearing this, Zhuowen's pupils shrank as he stared at Old Mo. Zhuowen's heart was filled with doubts. He did not expect that this old man would know the location of the Demon Battle Qi and Demon Battle Art. Could it be that these two items were placed in the Treasure Pavilion by this old man?

Then who was this old man?

"There's no need to be too surprised. Just as you thought, the Demon Battle Qi and the Demon Battle Art were placed in the two demonic statues at the entrance of the Bountiful Treasures Pavilion." Elder Hiroshi admitted it openly.

"Then, who are you?"

Why would it exist in this sacrificial blood pool? "Zhuo Wen frowned slightly and asked Old Mo.

Old Mo smiled as a chilling light flowed out of his eyes. "Because someone wants to use this Sacrificial Blood Pool to completely refine me and take my power for their own. This Sacrificial Blood Pool has existed here for nearly a hundred years."

"It has existed for nearly a hundred years?

Could it be that elder has also been trapped at the bottom of this blood pool for nearly a hundred years? "Zhuowen's eyes were startled as he asked in surprise.

"Yes!

The original purpose of this sacrificial blood pool was to refine this old man. However, you suddenly barged into this blood pool. In addition, you have the aura of the Supreme Demonic Qi on your body, so this old man pulled you here. "Elder Mo nodded.

Hearing this, Zhuowen frowned slightly. Soon after, he asked, "Elder, the one who built this Sacrificial Blood Pool is the Demon Lord's remnant soul. Do you have any way to escape from this blood pool?"