Hearing this, Ye Shaohan's expression remained unchanged, but Lin Dao and others raised their heads and looked at Liu Dong thoughtfully. Although this man was not strong in cultivation, his vision was extremely vicious and he could analyze the whole thing through some details.
The whole story is not simple.
"I, Old Liu, have been able to reach this point, firstly, by ruthless means, and secondly, by a vicious vision!" Sensing the purpose of Lin Dao and others, Liu Dong said that he was pretending to be indifferent, but there was something in his heart.
A little bit of pride.
"How strong is the Minhou Sect?" The flashing purple thunder dispersed from the palm of his hand, and Ye Shaohan closed his eyes.
"There are dozens of powerful spiritual masters, and their sect leader has just broken through the spiritual emperor realm for more than a year!" Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle. Liu Dong naturally has a certain understanding of the strength of the Minhou Sect, but this is also
It’s just strength on the surface!
"Spiritual Emperor Realm warrior!" Ye Shaohan's tone was still so calm when he mentioned the Spiritual Emperor Realm.
"There's just one thing that's weird?" As if he remembered something, Liu Dong's eyes showed a hint of doubt, "In the past few months, the Minhou Sect has been walking around in the Lonely Hell, looking for a disciple of the sect named Gui Jian Sect.
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"I, Old Liu, have lived in the Lonely Hell for hundreds of years but have never heard of the Guijian Sect. Could it be that the Guijian Sect is a newly established sect, or does it come from the other three hells?" Liu Dong muttered.
Bang! Ye Shaohan, who had his eyes closed tightly, opened them in vain, and said with a solemn expression: "Return to the Sword Sect?"
Liu Dong rarely saw a solemn expression in Ye Shaohan. Sensing the solemnity in Ye Shaohan's tone, Liu Dong also realized that this matter was not simple, "It is indeed Gui Jian Sect. Your Majesty, do you still remember that I met your Majesty a few months ago?"
On that day?"
"That day!" Although Ye Shaohan didn't wake up at first, his perception was still there, so he naturally remembered it.
"At the beginning, I took hundreds of Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples to collect blood crystals. On the way, I met a seriously injured Spirit Master Realm warrior, and this person claimed to be a disciple of Gui Jian Sect. At first, I thought that this Gui Jian Sect was someone else.
The sect of hell!" After saying this, Liu Dongfang noticed that Ye Shaohan's face became more serious. Lin Dao and the others did not understand this matter, but they did not say anything and were silent for a while.
"Gui Jian Sect! The only people who stepped into the silver vortex were me, Hungry Ghost Dao, Li Ren, and Gu Tian! And then disciples of Gui Jian Sect suddenly appeared in this hell. Could it be that it was not just the four of me who entered the hell!"
"If other people step into the silver vortex, they will also appear in hell!" Thinking of this, a cold aura surged out of Ye Shaohan's body, "And the Minhou Sect is looking for Gui Jian Sect disciples, so it is inevitable
There are people who have returned to the Jian Sect and are in the Minhou Sect!"
"The most likely person is Li Ren. Li Ren entered hell. Li Ren noticed the auras of other people from the Guijian Sect in the hell, and used the Minhou Sect to find the disciples of the Guijian Sect!"
"I just don't know if Xiao Luoxue and others have discovered the whirlpool. If they step into the whirlpool, they should also appear in hell!" Thinking of this, Ye Shaohan became more and more sure that this hell is the real sword tomb, and the silver vortex is just the entrance.
, the black and white world is an excessive place, "But with the strength of Xiao Luoxue and others, if they enter hell, will they be able to adapt to the killing here?"
A trace of worry appeared in Ye Shaohan's eyes. He chuckled and stood up. Ye Shaohan looked at the gray sky and said, "If they step into hell, the plan now is to find them!"
"If I rashly let the Blood Prison Army look for the disciples of the Sword God Sect, then the Minhou Sect will definitely know the news. In this way, Li Ren, who is in the Minhou Sect, will also know that the Blood Prison Emperor is a disciple of the Sword God Sect.
The most likely person is me!"
"Although I don't have the Hungry Ghost Dao, I am not afraid of facing Li Ren. However, if Gutian is lured out, with my current strength, I can only retreat!" Cold murderous intent emerged in Ye Shaohan's eyes, "Look.
Come, I’m going to visit the Minhou Sect!”
"It's better to take the initiative than wait for death!" As soon as Ye Shaohan's murderous intention spread out, Liu Dong and others noticed that the surrounding water vapor condensed into ice chips and scattered.
"But before going to the Minhou Sect, there is one more thing to do, and that is to evolve the magical power of thunder!"
Condensing his murderous intent, the flashing thunder emerged from Ye Shaohan's hand again.
"Three months in a row, dozens of sword intent tribulations, even though there is only a slight improvement, I am becoming more and more proficient in controlling the rules of thunder!"
Closing his eyes, Ye Shaohan once again immersed his mind in the power of thunder in his hands.
Seeing this, Liu Dong bowed slightly to Ye Shaohan, turned around and left. Liu Dong knew that if Ye Shaohan closed his eyes, it meant that no one was allowed to disturb him.
Lin Dao and others stood on the rocks below with their swords in hand. They also closed their eyes and started practicing. The cold mountain wind made their martial robes rustle.
The moonlight is like water, flowing in the mountain streams. In hell, the moonlight is no longer like that in the Martial God Continent. The moonlight here is blood red, and a scarlet veil covers the vast land.
The scarlet moonlight fell on the rocks, making the night in hell look extremely strange.
A slender figure walked under the scarlet moonlight, wearing a luxurious robe and a luxurious long sword.
The scarlet moonlight could not cover up the cold light on the sword. Behind this slender figure were several guards, all of whom exuded extremely terrifying auras.
"Young Master, we will reach the Blood Prison in a short time!" One of the guards whispered, looking at the figure in front of him with a look of respect in his eyes.
At the end of the night, cold light emerged from the night, transforming into bright sword flowers. He sheathed his sword. The noble prince stood with the sword in his hand, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his deep gaze stopped at the sky: "The Emperor of Blood Prison"
, maybe he will be my only hope!"
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The night is like water, and the scarlet moonlight flows out.
The night wind blew up, stirring up the scarlet sand and dust on the ground, and a chilling air filled the air.
At night, hell is always a stage for killing, with countless sounds of fighting and slaughter floating in the wind.
Until the gray sky gradually brightened, hell regained its previous peace, and the dawn shredded the thin clouds and fell on the scarlet earth.
A noble prince came with a sword, luxurious robes, luxurious swords, and the hilt was engraved with the words "Jun Fei Fei Wu": The King is here!
An inexplicable tyranny pervades the handwriting. The slender figure is holding a long sword, especially the handsome face with clear lines. Anyone who sees it will sigh: "What a handsome and elegant young master!"
Behind this noble prince were dozens of guards. Although the armors on these guards were torn, they were all stained with blood. It was obvious that these armors were often soaked with blood.
With huge swords on their backs, these guards were filled with a terrifying murderous aura.
Outside the Blood Prison, some casual cultivators were sitting on the rocks practicing. Suddenly, a cold feeling appeared in vain.
The cultivating warriors opened their eyes one after another and looked into the distance in horror. A figure came out with a sword, followed by dozens of guards. The aura of these guards made them feel palpitating.
"What a handsome and elegant young master!" These warriors were secretly shocked and looked at the noble young master with rather surprised expressions.
The noble prince came with a sword in hand, raised his head, and his eyes did not fall on these people, but on the illusory mountain shadow in the distance, Blood Evil Peak.
The sword is arrogant, and the person is also arrogant. The noble master's footsteps never stopped, and his eyes never stopped on these people. In the noble master's eyes, these people are just ants.
He passed by with his sword in his hand, and it wasn't until the noble master's figure disappeared from everyone's sight that everyone whispered: "Who is this person?"
"Damn, why do I feel inferior when I see that person!" Whispers resounded, and only then did everyone realize, was this person coming to challenge the Blood Hell Emperor?
The periphery of the Blood Prison, which had been silent for a long time, was boiling again. Even those Spirit Master Realm warriors stood up and looked at the top of the Blood Evil Peak. "Is there someone who finally wants to challenge the Blood Prison Emperor?"
A noble prince came out from the top of the Blood Fiend Peak with a sword, followed by dozens of guards behind him.
Holding the sword, the noble prince raised his head, looked at the white-clothed figure Shengxue, and said lightly: "Young Master Su!"
Some people's nobility can be reflected in their gestures, and this is the case with this noble man. His arrogance has been integrated into his bones. This arrogance is enough to make other people feel inferior.
The nobility was overwhelming, and the arrogance was shocking! Lin Dao and the others opened their eyes, looking at the indifferent eyes like water, Lin Dao felt an overwhelming nobility from them.
"Master Su?" Lin Dao felt an inexplicable pressure on this slender figure, which spread deep in his soul.
The waving of the feather fan suddenly stopped, and Lin Dao stood up suddenly, with disbelief in his calm eyes: "It's him!"
Lu Qing also stood up, and with just one glance, he felt uncomfortable. He couldn't stand the arrogance that was embedded in the bones of this noble young master, "Who is this person?"
Waving the feather fan, Lin Dao and Lu Qing have been close friends for many years. Naturally, he could notice the strangeness in Lu Qing's words. He shook his head and chuckled: "Compared to him, you and I are indeed inferior!"
"Not as good?" Lu Qing frowned slightly and the other three spiritual master realm warriors also paid attention. After several days of getting along, everyone could feel Lin Dao's arrogance, but now an arrogant person actually admitted in public that he was not as good as him.
people.
The reactions of the four people naturally fell into Lin Dao's eyes. The feather fan tilted slightly. Lin Dao pointed at the guards and said calmly: "Did you forget the Young Master Sword of the Eight Cold Hells?"
The name Young Master Su may be a bit unfamiliar, but the name Young Master Jian made the faces of Lu Qing and others change. "He is Young Master, the Young Master of the Eight Cold Hells!"
"Young Master Su, the young master of Bahan Hell City, only this person can be worthy of this name!" Lin Dao whispered, but when he looked at Young Master Su, there was a meaningful charm in his eyes: "Eighth
Lord Han has two sons, the eldest son Gongzi Yu and the second son Gongzi Su. I heard that a few months ago, Lord Bahan had decided to pass on the next Lord of Bahan to the eldest son of Bahan City. But now, this young master Su has actually appeared.