Chapter 838 The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn’t stop
"Lin Dao, I have met the master!" Lin Dao sighed softly, held a feather fan, bowed to Ye Shaohan, and said respectfully.
Geniuses have the arrogance of geniuses. Lin Dao failed, but he admitted his failure and also bore the consequences of this failure.
"Lu Qing, I have met the master!" Lu Qing also sighed and said respectfully. After hearing this, Ye Shaohan raised his head, pointed at Liu Dong in the distance, and said lightly: "Liu Dong, I will leave these two to you!
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Although Liu Dong knew that Ye Shaohan was strong enough to defeat Lu Qing and Lin Dao, he didn't expect that it would be so shocking. To this day, Liu Dong still can't forget that sword, "This evil star still values me. Although my strength is not as good as these two, Liu Dong still thinks highly of me."
People, but I, Old Liu, have followed this evil star from the beginning, so why should I, Old Liu, be the number one elder!"
Hearing this, Liu Dong took a few steps forward and glanced at Lin Dao and Lu Qing. There was a look of pride in his eyes. However, when facing Ye Shaohan, Liu Dong immediately calmed down the look of pride and looked at him respectfully.
Ye Shaohan bowed and said: "Old Liu understands!"
"The so-called number one person in the Spiritual Emperor Realm was the one you pulled out?" Ye Shaohan said lightly with his eyes narrowed.
Ye Shaohan's words swept out like a gust of cold wind. Liu Dong's smile immediately froze, and cold sweat broke out in his clenched palms: "Master, I also said this to the Blood Prison Army and those casual cultivators at the beginning.
That's all, I didn't expect it would cause such a big fluctuation!" Having said this, Liu Dong looked at Ye Shaohan cautiously, fearing that Ye Shaohan would be blamed.
"Then why did you come here?" Ye Shaohan frowned slightly. Although the Blood Prison had bloodbathed many sects recently, it was still so inconspicuous to the entire Lonely Hell. How could it cause such a big sensation.
"One month ago, a grand event was spread in vain in the Lonely Hell. A newly emerged sect, the Blood Prison, whose Blood Prison Emperor defeated hundreds of Spirit Master Realm warriors one after another, claiming to be the first person under the Spirit Emperor!"
"At first, this matter was inconspicuous, but several spiritual masters came forward to admit it. Therefore, the matter gradually spread, and finally evolved into the current situation!" Lin Dao whispered, and for a while, he also
I'm not used to being a sword slave.
"This is interesting, the number one person under the Ling Emperor!" Ye Shaohan chuckled and said to himself: "It seems that the Blood Prison has provoked other forces!"
"Provoking other forces?" Liu Dong's eyes moved slightly. This sentence was originally something he boasted casually, and it was impossible for people in the Blood Prison to spread it. The only result would be that someone would praise him and kill him!
"Who on earth caused such a big sensation, pushed the evil star to the position of the first person under the Spirit Emperor, and instantly placed the evil star at the forefront of the storm!"
"All powerful people in the Spiritual Sovereign Realm are arrogant and arrogant people. Who can be willing to admit that this person is the first person under the Spiritual Emperor? Then there will be countless challengers!" Liu Dong said slightly.
Sigh, he could predict that Lin Dao and Lu Qing would definitely not be the final challengers. "Who on earth wants to attack the Blood Prison and come up with such a dirty trick!"
Liu Dong could see such a simple truth, and Ye Shaohan could naturally see it too.
"The trees want to be still but the wind doesn't stop!"
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 head of the Minhou Sect broke through the limits of the Spiritual Lord and entered the realm of the Spiritual Emperor.
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 first person under the Spirit Emperor is the Blood Hell Emperor!" One of the maids stepped on
Yunwu held up a cup filled with fine wine and handed it to the young man. The young man picked up the cup, drank several long sips, put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "It has been several months, and this momentum has been built. The higher you hold it, the harder it will fall."
If so, wouldn’t it be even 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 title of the first person under the Spiritual Emperor is not so 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 said with a chuckle: "I'm afraid that ordinary Spirit Master 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 is terrifying and has reached the peak of the Spirit Master!" 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 the Spirit Lord and stepped into the Spirit Emperor realm, he is already in seclusion to consolidate his cultivation. If his father comes out of seclusion, then
Why go to such trouble, just go to 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 informant, 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 Spirit Master Killer. This is interesting. According to legend, Han Xin reached the peak of the Spirit Master a few years ago, and is only half a step away from the Spirit Emperor!" When Han Xin was mentioned, the young man's eyes flashed.
After a moment of surprise, he said, "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 Spirit Emperor realm 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, where stood a tall mountain.
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 man in the Spirit Emperor realm! 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 under the Spirit Emperor, for a time, the powerful Spirit Masters got up 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, on top of the Blood Fiend Peak, on top of the sky-reaching stone sword, Ye Shaohan was dressed in white, with his hands behind his back. Just like in the past few months, Ye Shaohan 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 over the other three people. These three people were all those who had been challenging Ye Shaohan 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.