"Originally, I wanted to wait until the destiny was formed before meeting you holy sons again," Xue Zeyuan chuckled.
"But you can try it now. I've heard of your reputation for a long time."
"There's so much nonsense," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
This Xue Zeyuan is not even as good as Xiang Kunlun, he is only in the early stage of his divine veins.
It is estimated that after the destiny is formed, with the help of the Imperial Immortal Sect, one can also enter the peak divine veins to snatch the destiny.
Xu Zimo waved his big hand, and the big hand condensed with majestic spiritual energy went directly towards Xue Zeyuan.
Xue Zeyuan concentrated slightly and saw him slowly raising the mace in his hand.
This mace was glowing with blood.
The blood light reflected all around and collided with Xu Zimo's big hand.
In just a moment, the bloody light was suppressed, and the big hand continued to fall.
Xue Zeyuan was slightly surprised and hurriedly hid aside.
He looked at Xu Zimo solemnly and waved the mace in his hand again.
At this moment, I saw lines of blood appearing around his mace.
These blood lines are formless and exist as if they are nothingness.
Go around from all sides and wrap Xu Zimo around him.
"The blood rod will judge the crime," Xue Zeyuan shouted angrily.
The mace in his hand carried boundless power, and the barbs on it grew suddenly one by one.
Killed hard towards Xu Zimo.
At the same time, the red thread wrapped around Xu Zimo suddenly became violent.
The red lines were like a maze, leading Xu Zimo's sight into the bloody hell.
"Double attack of soul and body?" Xu Zimo chuckled.
This type of attack is still rare, or very rare.
Thunder flashed in his eyes.
The God of Punishment's eyes suddenly opened, and streaks of thunder were entangled in them.
Thunder suddenly appeared, tearing open the bloody hell in front of him. Xu Zimo opened his eyes and saw that the powerful mace was close at hand.
He slowly raised his right hand and held the mace easily.
No matter how hard Xue Zeyuan tried, it was of no avail.
Xu Zimo tightened his hands slightly, and with a "bang" sound, the mace made of an unknown material turned into powder and floated away.
Xu Zimo's left palm also hit Xu Zeyuan's abdomen.
There was a "boom" sound, a blood mist floated away, and Xue Zeyuan's body flew backwards heavily.
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The heavy rain completely submerged Xue Zeyuan's body lying on the ground.
Xu Zimo looked at it calmly, and he could feel that the other party was not dead because his true life had not been revealed yet.
The next moment, buried in the heavy rain, a stream of red air slowly floated out from Xue Zeyuan's body.
This blood-colored air current shrouded down, becoming more majestic and stronger.
Then it condensed into the shape of a bloody skull.
The skull opened its mouth wide, and countless strands of black air flew out from his mouth, nose and mouth.
This black energy condenses into ferocious faces.
There are all kinds of faces, including old people, children, women...
These people turned out to be all the people Xue Zeyuan had killed before.
Densely packed, accompanied by more and more black energy, there are probably tens of millions of people.
A burst of laughter suddenly sounded from the rainstorm.
Immediately afterwards, Xue Zeyuan was seen struggling to stand up from the mud.
He was covered in blood, and his abdomen was severely dented by Xu Zimo's palm.
But he still stood up unsteadily and laughed.
Blood flowed out of his mouth as if desperately.
His whole body was dripping with blood, just like a bloody man.
"It's so happy, it's so happy," Xue Zeyuan laughed.
As the blood mist became thicker and thicker, the power around him became stronger and stronger.
"I haven't felt any pain in a long time," he laughed horribly.
The surrounding blood filled the entire courtyard, and the city lord's palace seemed to be enveloped in it.
That bloody skull should be his true life.
The skull is suspended in mid-air, and countless vengeful souls are surrounding it ferociously.
"I heard that your Blood Nether Saint Sect's training methods are harmful to Tianhe, but I didn't expect them to be so cruel," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
"The dead people still have their souls detained, and they don't want to let them go."
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The weak are nothing more than fish and meat on the chopping board," Xue Zeyuan laughed.
"What? Are you scared?
Don’t worry, you will become one of them later.”
"Do you really think you can win?" Xu Zimo chuckled.
"Chongyin rebels against the ghost law," Xuezeyuan shouted angrily.
I saw countless remnant souls devouring each other and fighting each other. In the blink of an eye, only the last remnant soul was left.
This remnant soul is the most essence. It swallows up other souls and becomes the most powerful one.
Immediately afterwards, the skull above Xue Zeyuan opened its mouth and swallowed the last remnant soul directly.
The moment it was swallowed, the skull's momentum surged.
Blood mist gradually rose up all around, shrouding the entire city lord's mansion.
A blood-curdling scream began to come from the blood mist.
One, two, three countless walking corpses came out of the blood mist.
Some of the servants in the city lord's mansion were torn in half by these walking corpses without noticing.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly and slashed with his sword. The sword energy and sword light shattered the walking corpses into pieces.
But they seemed to be immortal, even if only one head was left, they could still move and attack independently.
As more and more walking zombies appear, they seem to be endless and it is impossible to kill them all.
"What to do, Holy Son," Feng Tianhe said anxiously from the side.
"We are lost inside. If this continues, I'm afraid the entire mansion will be destroyed."
Xu Zimo raised his head slightly. It didn't look like a formation, but it seemed to have some kind of pattern.
"You will die of exhaustion in my endless blood prison," a loud laugh came from the mist.
Laughter spread everywhere, and it was impossible to tell where the source was.
"This is interesting," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
He closed his eyes and used his soul to spread out.
However, in the picture sent back by the soul, everything was blood red, as if it was boundless.
"No matter what this is, it is nothing in the face of absolute power."
Xu Zimo shook his head.
He slowly pulled out Ba Ying, and the sword energy filled the sky lingered in the air.
The ancient blue dragon hovers behind, which is the seventh transformation of the nine transformations of the God of War.
Immediately afterwards, Canglong began to transform, and there was nothingness behind him.
A staircase paved with bluestone has an ethereal and dusty aura.
"Eight Changes of Qingyun," accompanied by Xu Zimo slashing down Ba Ying.
The burial sky that asked the sixteen postures also appeared.
A sword shot out into the sky, destroying the entire Hengyu.
The bloody mist was torn apart abruptly, and the space flowed turbulently.
