Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

"Stand behind me."

Gu Wangjun blocked Duan Xingchen with one hand, then his gaze was fixed on the churning blood in front of him.

A jaw-dropping scene unfolded – the viscous blood seemed to have a mind of its own, constantly twisting and swirling, eventually slowly congealing into a human figure about two meters tall!

In an instant, certain memories from the past flooded into his mind, and Duan Xingchen couldn't help but exclaim in surprise—|

"This is... a Blood Spirit?!"

25. You can tell who someone is just by looking at their hands and chin!

The Blood Spirit Technique.

Duan Xingchen recognized this kind of evil magic.

While studying in the Holy Feather Sect's library, she read records about the Blood Spirit Technique more than once.

Blood is the bargaining chip of the soul.

Since ancient times, there have been evil sects that use human blood to forge spirits. This has led to the Blood Spirit Technique, which has been regarded as a forbidden and evil art by the people of the three great heavens since its inception!

However, the Blood Spirit Technique should have been lost to the world long ago. For an unknown amount of time, no one has ever appeared in this world who seems to possess the Blood Spirit Technique.

Duan Xingchen was almost certain that this humanoid monster, constructed from a viscous scarlet liquid, was definitely Blood Spirit!

Why is there a blood spirit inside this tower? And where is the caster?

Duan Xingchen's face turned deathly pale. The sudden surge of blood spirit left her momentarily flustered and at a loss.

After all, this is a long-lost evil technique. Any book that records the Blood Spirit Technique describes it as brutal and bloody. Some even go so far as to extract all the blood of a living person, turn them into a dried corpse, and then use that corpse as a catalyst to refine a Blood Spirit.

No matter how you look at it, encountering a Blood Spirit in this kind of awful place is definitely not a good thing!

"Stars, stand behind me."

"Senior Brother!"

Duan Xingchen was stopped behind Gu Wangjun and hurriedly said, "This is a blood spirit evil technique that was lost during the Hundred Saints period. Each blood spirit is extremely dangerous and not so easy to deal with!"

"I know."

Gu Wangjun turned around and gave Duan Xingchen a simple smile: "Although I haven't read many books, I still know a little about Blood Spirits."

"Eh?"

Duan Xingchen was taken aback, seemingly not understanding what Gu Wangjun meant.

But the next second—

Gu Wangjun's figure suddenly darkened, and a violent shockwave rippled around his body. His already massive body expanded even further, and his explosive muscles were covered with a layer of light silver spiritual energy.

At the same time, three or four enormous humanoid blood spirits emerged from the blood that had already spread to the knees. The viscous blood transformed into sharp claws, slashing down at Gu Wangjun.

Its slashing speed far exceeded Duan Xingchen's ability to perceive it. She only saw a terrifying blood-red light flash past her eyes and had no time to react.

In other words—

These blood spirits are at least at the Kaiyuan Realm!

"call--"

Gu Wangjun slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his right fist clenched tightly, without making any defensive gesture.

Instead, he calmly threw a heavy punch directly downwards.

In the blink of an eye—

Bang bang bang!

The raging hurricane completely tore apart the blood spirits that were attacking them. The broken floor tiles beneath their feet instantly shattered into fragments, and the blood that had previously spread to their knees was dispersed by the terrifying impact.

The Blood Spirit at the Kaiyuan Realm didn't even have a chance to utter a wail before it was completely shattered into nothingness.

With a single punch, not only did blood fly everywhere, but even the ever-spreading flow of blood itself was shattered, turning into pale blood smoke under the intense and terrifying pressure, drifting in mid-air.

Duan Xingchen: "..."

Gu Wangjun clapped his hands with ease, then turned to Duan Xingchen and grinned, revealing two rows of big white teeth.

"It's just a Blood Spirit at the Kaiyuan Realm, there's nothing wrong with it!"

This is no longer at the point where there are no problems—

This punch shattered the sea of ​​blood that constituted the Blood Spirit, leaving not even a trace!

Only now did Duan Xingchen remember his senior brother—who had an honest-looking, unremarkable appearance and a silly smile on his face.

It seems to be at the Void Transformation stage.

It seems I was overthinking it.

"Then, let's..."

After looking around the wall and confirming that the restrictive formation had not yet dissipated, Gu Wangjun decided to explore the surroundings a bit.

After all, this stream of blood spirits flowed from the cracks in the walls and the gaps in the floor tiles nearby. No one would believe that there was nothing strange about the area.

However, before Gu Wangjun could investigate further, Duan Xingchen's delicate body suddenly trembled.

"Senior Brother...look at that..."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, King Gu looked over and his expression suddenly changed slightly.

He saw that terrifying blood was seeping out of the cracks in the wall again, and even in the cracks of the slightly broken floor tiles, the blood that the senior Gu Wangjun had scattered with a punch was reappearing!

what happened?

Could it be that this blood is infinite?!

Gu Wangjun's gaze immediately fell on the ancient restriction array on the wall, and the blood was clearly seeping from the ancient characters of the restriction array.

In other words, as long as the formation remains intact, the flow of blood spirits will continue to manifest.

In a sense... this stream of blood spirits is indeed endless.

Although these Origin Realm Blood Spirits posed no threat to King Gu, he had no way to deal with these restrictive formations.

The endless sea of ​​blood was something Gu Wangjun had no way to break through.

"Senior Brother, this way!"

Perhaps sensing this, Duan Xingchen quickly found what appeared to be an upward staircase, thanks to his own luminous properties.

That was clearly a staircase leading to the next level.

Given the nature of this tower, the second floor probably won't be a very safe place either.

But staying here now is clearly not a wise move.

Without much hesitation, Gu Wangjun turned around and threw a heavy punch at the increasingly thick blood-red sea of ​​blood. In an instant, a gale swept through, and with the power of just one punch, the rushing blood flow was dispersed once again.

But he didn't stop. He immediately followed the most conspicuous light in the darkness—his junior sister—and rushed up to the second floor of the strange tower at an extremely fast speed.

The path to the second floor wasn't long, and the two quickly arrived at the second floor of the tower.

"The blood... doesn't seem to have caught up."

Duan Xingchen stood at the top of the stairs and glanced down tentatively. He then noticed that the blood on the first floor stopped flowing after reaching the top.

This is still considered good news for the two of them.

"Is it safe now...?"

Duan Xingchen wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. The appearance of the Blood Spirit Evil Technique was indeed a significant shock to her.

She then began to look around cautiously, as if worried that something strange might suddenly appear nearby.

This eerie tower was giving her an increasingly ominous feeling.

In a sense, she did regret bringing Prince Gu and herself here.

After all, it is the tomb of a half-immortal, and a secret realm transformed after the death of a demonic half-immortal. It is impossible to say that there are no dangers inside.

"There are some here too..."

However, Gu Wangjun seemed to completely ignore the previous Blood Spirit, and instead stood in front of a square wall, thoughtfully rubbing his chin.

Duan Xingchen was immediately drawn to his senior brother's words: "What?"

"this--"

Following the direction Gu Wangjun pointed, Duan Xingchen saw something else strange.

It was still a painting, but just like the first layer, it looked like a fragmented painting.

The content on the scroll was also incomplete, but this time it happened to be a relatively complete part.

It was a long spear.

It is entirely black, with a cluster of dark red patterns at the tip of the gun, and a faintly visible long dragon seems to be coiled around the gun body.

The hand holding the spear was a rather fair and slender one.

That doesn't look like a man's hand.

"Hmm...this hand..."

Gu Wangjun narrowed his eyes, then said, "Just like the chin before, it looks so familiar."

Duan Xingchen: "..."

She roughly understood that her senior brother probably recognized people through all sorts of strange methods!

Because no matter how you look at it, Duan Xingchen's hands are just those of an ordinary girl!

"But this time, the scroll is pasted on the wall..."

“It looks like the same person as the previous one.” Gu Wangjun’s expression darkened slightly, and he took a deep breath: “It seems that the person in this painting is inextricably linked to this tower.”

Duan Xingchen nodded: "It might even be an important clue to leaving this tower!"

"Ah, but..."

Duan Xingchen pondered for a while, but still felt that his idea was too optimistic.