Chapter 1892: Resurrection, the mystery of demon blood

Looking at the earth, a huge pit had been smashed, dust was flying, and black smoke was rising.

The grocery store stood quietly as usual, and Wu Feng's body was in the big pit on the open ground in front of the door.

The immortals on the Southern Heaven Gate were all leaning out to look, extremely concerned about what had happened to Wu Feng.

"This level of Lei Jie, from ancient times to the present, has never been heard of. Even for the five Sage great powers within the five directions of heaven and earth in these Three Realms, their Lei Jie could not have been this terrifying."

"Acting against Heaven. It seems this Wu Feng must have had his soul scattered, just like that person with the surname Xu ten thousand years ago. Honestly, it is a pity for such a heaven-sent talent to die."

"This question is obvious. Among our myriad worlds, those five Sage great powers, their Tribulations were all a matter of nine deaths and one life; which one of them didn't almost disappear between heaven and earth? Wu Feng's Tribulation was clearly not right; it is reasonable that he died."

"Standing from the perspective of the myriad worlds, I really hope Wu Feng succeeds in this Tribulation, because he is the fastest-cultivating genius we have seen so far. In the future, when resisting the powerful demons from the other world, having his help would certainly be much better."

"Stop looking. He is thoroughly dead. No one can withstand this kind of ten thousand thunders releasing at once."

In front of the grocery store, no one could see clearly what happened under that big pit; there was only a dark, bottomless hole.

Wisps of black smoke drifted out from the hole. In the forest, many animals, having likely heard the strange noise here, were now gathering around, carefully checking the scene below the hole.

There was a fox, white all over, looking extremely intelligent. It squinted its eyes, staring at the bottom of the hole.

"Chirp!"

The fox let out a cry.

From its cry, one could seem to hear a hint of excitement. This fox was clearly different from other animals; its body radiated some spiritual energy, and it looked like it was about to cultivate into a demon.

I don't know why, but it seemed to have a natural affinity for that Wu Feng below the hole; it did not want him to die.

Wu Feng's body was lying at the bottom of the hole, more than a hundred meters deep, face down, completely buried in the soil.

Those ten thousand wild thunders had already caused him to lose consciousness, but at this moment, wisps of red smoke floated from his body, looking just like silk.

These red smokes became more and more numerous, gradually wrapping around his entire body.

Wu Feng's right index finger suddenly moved, then he raised his head, frowning, lines of wrinkles appearing on his forehead. "Ah, pain!"

Wu Feng felt as if his whole body was about to fall apart, and his muscles and bones were filled with a burning, hot sensation, extremely uncomfortable.

However, at the same time, a strong red light began to flash at his heart, and wisps of red smoke followed his blood vessels, beginning to drift around his whole body, enveloping him.

"This Lei Jie actually exceeded expectations and almost cost me my life." Wu Feng turned over, sat up, and then frowned, looking at the red smoke around his body with extreme confusion, muttering to himself, "What is going on? When other Quasi-Saints undergo Tribulation, if they don't succeed, they are bound to die. Why am I still alive?"

He looked at his palm; the five fingers of his palm were connected to red meridians, and at the tips of the five fingers, red smoke was still continuously drifting out. ===== CHAPTER 1894 =====