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However, looking at Zhang Bobo in front of him, Jiang Li suddenly felt that the situation in Tragic Death City was probably deeper than he had imagined.

This short and fat sword cultivator might be the best guide.

“Fellow Daoist Zhang Bobo, since you say that you’re a Shu Mountain disciple, then I’ll temporarily take you back to the Five Elements Peak to acknowledge your ancestors!”

On the other side, on the map of the Eastern Region of the Azure Cloud Continent, it was marked as an extremely dangerous area, a place of blood.

A faint blood-colored fog filled the air.
In the whistling wind, it was as if there were ghosts wailing in unwillingness.

Today, more than a hundred flying ships had intruded into this dangerous place.

The flying ships flew extremely slowly.
They squeezed through the fog bit by bit and slid warily here at a height that was almost touching the ground.

If one approached, they would discover that these flying ships were connected by thick iron chains.
The edges of the ships were almost touching each other.

“Lord Sect Master, the lock on the ship behind us is broken.
We lost three more flying ships.”

On the flagship in the center of the flying ship group, a Blood Saber Elder was kneeling on the deck and handing a thick chain to Wu Fan.

He reported the losses of the fleet with a defeated expression.
This was not the first time such a thing had happened since they entered this bloody place.

On the three flying ships that had just been lost, there was a Blood Saber Elder who was not inferior to him.

This made him feel deeply helpless.
Since when did Soul Formation cultivators disappear so silently?

Up until now, they did not even know how those ships had disappeared.

The danger of this bloody place was beyond their expectations.

After the huge flying ship fleet entered this area, they began to mysteriously disappear.

Later on, they even used iron chains to connect the flying ships together.
However, even so, the thick rune chains would still inexplicably break.

As they advanced, only half of the remaining fleet was left.
The losses were unprecedented.

Wu Fan looked at the cut section.
It was as if some creature had forcefully broken the chain with its teeth.
He only nodded indifferently.

If they could come and go as he pleased, could it still be called the Land of Blood?

Those dead disciples were actually sacrifices for them to pass through.
Each one that died would allow one to pass.
This was the rule of entering the Land of Blood.

“Pass down the order, throw in the Tragic Death Souls.”

The saber-wielding slave beside the Myriad Slaughter Sect Master, Wu Fan, had already been replaced by a fair-skinned female cultivator.

With his order, the saber-wielding female cultivator took out a black bolt of lightning and shot it at the fog.

After receiving the order, the remaining flying ships began to throw out jars with talismans.

The jar shattered on the ground, and countless transparent figures immediately surged out.

Although the quality was far inferior to the ghost soldiers in Jiang Li’s coffin, the number was far greater.

The Myriad Slaughter Sect easily massacred cities and destroyed countries.
They had never lacked ghosts.

After the souls of these people who had died tragically were released, they were first confused for a moment before walking towards the same place as if they were attracted by something.

Behind the heads of these Tragic Death Souls, there was a faint black thread that stretched back to the flying ships of the Myriad Slaughter Sect.

The power of one soul was insignificant.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand were similarly not worth mentioning.

However, if it was a million, ten million, or even more, it was enough to gather a force that could make people look sideways.

Using these souls as the servants, they pulled the remaining flying ship of the Myriad Slaughter Sect and slowly walked towards a certain place in the fog.

“Only with the guidance of those who died tragically can we find the legendary Tragic Death City!”

One day, two days, three days… After seven days, most of the Tragic Death Souls had already dissipated.

A large number of jars were thrown out of the Myriad Slaughter Sect’s fleet, and the Tragic Death Souls continued to pull the flying ship.

Seven days passed like this.
Finally, after seven times, a huge city slowly appeared in front of the blood-colored fog.

The ghosts holding the flying ship walked into the city in a daze.

However, to a living person, the city was like a mirage that could not be touched.

At this moment, Wu Fan gave another order.

Blood-colored daggers were distributed to all the remaining disciples of the Myriad Slaughter Sect.

The method to enter the city in front of them was very simple.
They just had to slit their throat and stab their heart.