Chapter 951: Conspiracy, flattery and killing! (Second update)
Chapter 951: Conspiracy, flattery and killing! (Second update)
In the Minhou Sect, dozens of sky-reaching stone palaces stand around.
Dozens of terrifying auras permeated these stone halls. As a first-class sect, the Minhou Sect has tens of thousands of disciples.
A few years ago, the leader of the Minhou Sect broke through the limits of spiritual martial arts and entered the realm of martial arts.
The Minhou Sect has also been promoted to a first-class sect. With the current strength of the Minhou Sect, the Minhou Sect is enough to live in the Lonely City.
However, the Minhou Sect has not yet moved its sect to Lonely City. At this moment, the entire Minhou Sect is showing a vibrant scene.
On a mountain peak surrounded by clouds and mist, a young man stood in the clouds holding a sword, and the clouds floated by his feet. Standing in the clouds, the young man's figure looked a little hazy.
Behind this young man stood two delicate maids, both of whom exuded strong aura fluctuations.
Holding the sword, the young man raised his right hand and waved his long sword in the clouds and mist, which surged like flowing water.
"How is that going now?" The clouds and mist surged, and the young man's green shirt rustled, and his already slender figure became more eye-catching in the clouds and mist.
"According to Young Master's instructions, this matter has spread in the Lonely Hell. After these months of building momentum, most warriors know that the number one person in martial arts is the Blood Hell Emperor!" One of the maids stepped on the clouds and mist.
, holding a cup filled with fine wine and handed it to the young man. The young man picked up the wine cup, drank several sips, put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "It has been several months, and the momentum has been built. The higher you hold it, the more you fall down."
, wouldn’t that make it more painful!”
With a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, the young man casually threw the valuable wine glass into the mist, "The first person in martial arts, this title is not easy to bear!"
"The news came from the eyeliner, and most of the warriors in the Lonely Hell set off to rush to the Blood Hell!" Another maid stepped through the clouds and mist and handed the handkerchief to the young man.
The young man laughed out loud, took the handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and chuckled: "I'm afraid ordinary Lingwu realm warriors can't do anything to this person!"
"This person can single-handedly kill the master of the Blood Fiend Pavilion and two elders of our sect. This person's strength has reached the peak of spiritual martial arts!" A cold look flashed in front of the young man's eyes, "However, he killed me, Fujian.
The people of Hou Zong will have to pay the price, and this has just begun! Now, although my father has broken through the limit of spiritual martial arts and entered the martial arts realm, he is already in seclusion to consolidate his cultivation. If his father is out of seclusion, why bother
If you need to go to such trouble, just kill the Blood Prison!"
"However, it is not a bad choice to be able to get rid of this person with the help of others. If my father learns about this, he will naturally be praised!" The young man's eyes were full of smiles, and there were not many opportunities to get praise from his old guy.
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"According to the news from the eyeliner, Han Xin, known as the God of Death, has gone to the Blood Prison!" The maid took the handkerchief from the young man's hand.
"Han Xin? It's Han Xin who has the Lingwu killer. This is interesting. According to legend, Han Xin reached the peak of Lingwu a few years ago, and he is only half a step away from martial arts!" When Han Xin was mentioned, a flash of light flashed in the young man's eyes.
A trace of surprise, "However, I don't expect Han Xin to come to the door so soon. It is a rare chess game to be arranged, and it would be a pity to end it so soon!"
"This is one of them. What is more important than this is to win over such martial arts warriors!" The young man whispered, putting away his sword, "Has there been any news from the spy?"
"No, the disciples from the sect were sent out a few days ago, but the Gui Jian Sect has never been heard of in Dugu Hell. Therefore, looking for Qi Gui Jian Sect disciples is undoubtedly a needle in a haystack!" the maid said softly.
"In any case, this person is currently living in the sect temporarily. As long as he fulfills his conditions, then this person will agree to be an honorary guest of the Minhou Sect. Although he is only an honorary guest, the sect's status will definitely improve!"
"At that time, if we move the sect to Lonely City, we will be able to get a good position with our sect's status!" The young man turned around, looking through the clouds and mist, and fell on the distant mountain peak.
A magnificent palace.
Although they are far apart, the young man and others can still feel a terrifying pressure among them, "Li Ren, a strong martial artist! This person is destined to be the honored guest of our Minhou Sect!"
A magnificent palace stands on the steep mountain wall. Looking up from a distance, the palace seems to be suspended in mid-air.
At this moment, a tall figure walked out of the palace. As the figure walked out, the clouds and mist around it dispersed to both sides.
This figure is none other than Li Ren. A few months ago, after he stepped into the silver vortex, his figure also appeared in the Lonely Hell.
"In the Lonely Hell, I actually felt the aura of the disciples of the Returned Sword Sect. It seems that it's not just me, Gu Tian, and the Sword God Sect Master who entered this hell!"
"Could it be that everyone who entered the Sword Tomb has stepped into hell, then hell is going to be in trouble!" The spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed toward Li Ren crazily. After taking a few steps, Li Ren also stood on the clouds, "Master of the Sword God Sect.
, even in hell!”
"I won't let you go either!" Terrifying murderous intent emerged in Li Ren's eyes. At the same time, murderous intent spread out all around, rolling up the surrounding clouds.
In just a few months, the name of the Blood Hell Emperor has resounded throughout the Lonely Hell, even to the warriors of the other three major hells.
The first person in the martial arts realm, for a time, the strong men in the spiritual martial arts realm got up one after another and headed to hell. Under this impetus, the name of Blood Prison gradually appeared in the eyes of the major forces in Lonely Hell.
In the Blood Prison, at the top of the Blood Fiend Peak, on top of the sky-reaching stone sword, Ye Chen was dressed in white, with his hands behind his back. Just like in the past few months, Ye Chen had been standing quietly on the hilt of the sword.
Behind the Sky-Bearing Stone Sword are five figures standing. These people are all filled with terrifying auras. Although these five people try their best to restrain their auras, there are still a lot of auras aroused in the void around them.
Faint spatial ripples.
Lin Dao held a feather fan and stood among the five people. He looked at the figure on the sky-reaching stone sword with complicated eyes and sighed slightly: "I still can't see through it!"
Lu Qing still put the giant sword in his hand on his shoulder and said calmly: "Five people, I wonder how many there will be in the end?"
Having said this, Lu Qing's eyes swept across the other three people. These three people were all those who had challenged Ye Chen in the past few days, and the result was that these three people eventually became sword slaves.
"An overwhelming sword!" Lin Dao waved his feather fan and lowered his eyes slightly, looking at both sides of the stone sword. On the right side, the aura of death filled the air, while on the left side, there were flowers blooming all over the field.
Whenever night falls, a dazzling thunderbolt will streak across the sky, setting off a bright silver light.
At this time, Ye Chen would always open his eyes and stare at the silver light disappearing into the clouds. At this moment, several killing sounds resounded from the bottom of the distant peak.
This is the voice of the Blood Prison Army. In the night, the sound of killing floats out.
"Is this the Blood Prison?" A cold shout resounded in the night, drowning out the killing sounds of the Blood Prison Army.
A blood-colored figure emerged from the gray sky. The tall figure was still stained with a little blood on his blood-stained clothes, just like a general walking out of the battlefield. As soon as this man appeared, endless murderous intent appeared.
Emerging from the horizon.
The long sword glowed with cold light, and there was still a little blood stain on it. The figure came out with the sword, and every time he took a few steps, there were waves of roaring sounds in the void.
"A disciple of a sect is so unlucky. It seems that the external rumors are a bit too exaggerated!" A deep voice echoed, and that scarlet gaze looked so eye-catching in the night.
Lin Dao and Lu Qing suddenly raised their heads and looked at the bloody shadow in the void, with a hint of surprise showing: "It's actually him!"
The other three Lingwu Realm warriors also took a few breaths and looked quite fearful, "Killing God Han Xin, I didn't expect that he is here too!"
A shocking murderous intention hovered in the sky, and at this moment, a sharp sound of breaking wind resounded in the void hundreds of feet around, and then, sword lights emerged one after another. The sword lights dispersed, and these figures were all
He was standing a hundred feet away and did not step forward.
These people are all warriors who came from the Lonely Hell. Although their strength is not as strong as that of the Spiritual Martial Realm, they will not let go of any challenge.
Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes gathered on the Blood Evil Peak. When these people caught a glimpse of the blood shadow, they all took a few breaths and said, "Killing God Han Xin!"
For a moment, the sound of breaking wind all around fell silent, and countless eyes fell on the blood shadow.
Under the Blood Fiend Peak, hundreds of corpses still dripping with blood fell among the rocks. Liu Dong held a broken sword and had many injuries on his body. He looked at the blood shadow in the void with a pale face, "*
**, he is really a murderer!"
The broken sword slipped away, Liu Dong looked at the hundreds of corpses around him, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "***, there are more than two hundred blood prison soldiers, I, Old Liu, have cultivated them with great difficulty!"
"***, the evil star meets the murderous star!" Suppressing the blood in his chest, Liu Dong couldn't help but have a look of worry in his eyes.
The God of Death, Han Xin! With his tall and straight figure, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, there is a little scarlet in his eyes. Looking at him, he looks like a rather elegant middle-aged man, but the murderous aura in him is too shocking.
Stopping, Han Xin glanced around, finally landing on the stone sword that reached the sky, "The two energies of life and death!"
"Are you the Blood Prison Emperor?" The blood-stained sword pointed coldly at Ye Chen, and Han Xin said coldly: "You can take on the role of being the number one in martial arts!"
"Five third-level Lingwu warriors!" Han Xin glanced at Lin Dao coldly, shook his head slightly, and sneered: "Being able to defeat these five wastes means that the strength is pretty good, but these are far from enough, but with martial arts
You still can't bear the title of Number One!" Shocking murderous intent permeated Han Xin's body. His reputation as the God of Killing was not groundless. No less than hundreds of thousands of people died in his hands, most of them
The key thing is that the sword in his hand is stained with the blood of nearly fifty spiritual martial realm warriors.
Han Xin's name is quite prominent in the Lonely Hell, but with Han Xin's current reputation, no one still calls him the number one martial artist.
But now, a person who is the best in martial arts has actually appeared in this lonely hell, not to mention that this person is still unknown.
Therefore, when Han Xin came, he wanted to see who this Blood Hell Emperor was, who dared to claim to be the best in martial arts.
Opening his eyes, Ye Chen's gaze fell on Han Xin's sword and said lightly: "Did you kill someone?"