Hungry Ghost Dao and Tiandao took a few steps forward and stood beside the human path. There was a vague and inexplicable connection between the three sword corpses.
Feeling the powerful aura of these three beings of Heaven, Hungry Ghost, and Humanity, Ye Shaohan raised a smile on his lips: "With the help of these three people, if Gutian comes to find him, there is no need to be afraid!"
Ye Shaohan was deeply touched by the terror of the Spirit Emperor's realm.
"But it's not enough. In this hell, Gutian is not the only one who has murderous intentions towards me!" After removing the restrictions around him, Ye Shaohan turned around and walked towards the blood prison: "Although the rules of fire and killing have been controlled
However, this magical power is still at a loss. However, the understanding of Sword Intention has deepened a lot!" The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged around Ye Shaohan, the space rippled, and Ye Shaohan's figure dissipated in it.
The Heavenly Dao, the Hungry Ghost Dao, and the Human Dao all stood up one after another, following Ye Shaohan. The three of them were all filled with a kind of fluctuation, but this kind of fluctuation was somewhat different.
Only after several figures disappeared did the cold wind blow on the mountain peak.
Killing is always the theme of hell, and bloody killings are always happening no matter when and where.
In the past few decades, hell has not been peaceful. Dozens of its sects have been bloodbathed, and some forces have been uprooted by some inexplicable strong men.
The powerful spiritual emperors from the first-class sects and the three major halls on the Martial God Continent also entered this hell one after another, and it was they who started these bloody storms.
The influx of hundreds of Spirit Emperor Realm powerhouses has undoubtedly broken the previous pattern of hell. Especially the city lords of the four major cities have also noticed the recent changes in hell.
A stormy atmosphere spread in the hell. For a time, the sects of the Martial God Continent emerged one after another in the hell, occupying a considerable amount of power.
Perhaps it was destined the moment Ye Shaohan and others stepped into hell that the structure of the four major cities in hell would be broken, and they would enter an era of separatism among heroes again.
In hell, the number of powerful people in the Spiritual Emperor Realm has also skyrocketed, and hell has become a stage for the powerful people in the Spiritual Emperor Realm.
Xuanya is a member of the Xuanwu tribe. When he followed Xuanbian into the Sword Tomb, he entered hell a few months ago. Even though he was used to killing, he was still quite shocked when he came to this hell.
In just a few months, Xuanya has experienced dozens of fights. In hell, killing never needs a reason. Maybe your blood essence, martial arts, or even the other party's impatience can become the reason for killing.
"Hell, it really lives up to its name!" A bitter smile appeared on Xuan Ren's rough face. He had at least hundreds of sword marks on his body. The sword marks were shocking. In the Martial God Continent, people with spiritual powers
With his level of strength, he can be called a strong man.
However, in this hell, only the Spirit Emperor realm is the strongest. Just a few months after entering hell, Xuanya killed several Spirit Emperor realm warriors, and the price was the sword marks all over his body.
Although there is fighting in the Martial God Continent, there is always a chance to breathe, but here, there is no chance to breathe at all.
"I just don't know if the clan leader and others are here too!" Xuanya's face turned slightly pale as he suppressed the injuries in his body.
Whoosh! A sharp edge shot out in vain in Xuanya's sight. Under the blood-red moonlight, this sharp edge looked extremely eye-catching, tearing the void apart.
Xuanya stopped in vain, raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly grabbed his right hand forward, tearing the sharp sword energy into pieces, and directly grabbed the sharp edge in his hand, which turned out to be a broken sword.
The force exploded, crushing the broken sword. Xuanya raised his head and looked forward. There, there was a stone forest several meters high, "Lingzong Realm!"
Xuanya took a step forward, flicked his right hand, and the fragments of his broken sword shot out, shattering the rocks and sinking into the stone forest. A moment later, several of his screams echoed in vain.
Several figures jumped out from the stone forest and rushed towards the dark night sky. Xuan Ya sneered and took a step forward again. The shadow of his sword intention condensed, and when the sword pointed down, the shadows of his sword intention shot out one after another.
Pierced through those several figures.
Screams rang out, and the blood mist filled the void. After dealing with several Lingzong realm warriors, Xuanya breathed a sigh of relief. In this hell, the essence and blood in the warriors' bodies are resources, and the higher their cultivation level, the higher their cultivation level.
The more condensed the blood essence is, the higher the quality of the refined blood crystals will be. Xuanya knows that now he is the prey, and the warriors in hell are the hunters, and no one is willing to let go of a seriously injured Spirit Master realm warrior.
Whoosh! Two sharp sword lights appeared in vain behind Xuanya. Xuanya's expression suddenly changed. He did not turn around, but stepped forward, trying to get rid of the two sharp swords.
Hiss! The sound of the sword tearing flesh and blood resounded. Xuanya's face changed slightly: "I was still careless!"
The sword intent condensed and rebounded on the two sword lights. With the force of the rebound, Xuanya rushed forward a few steps, and two eye-catching blood holes emerged behind him.
Pillars of blood surged wildly, and just as Xuanya was about to fight back, two terrifying auras swept over him, falling on Xuanya like a huge mountain. At the same time, two sharp sword intents filled the surrounding area.
The two sword lights shot out again, completely cutting off Xuan Ya's retreat.
"Damn it!" The remaining spiritual energy in his body was running wildly. Xuanya turned around, grasped the long sword at his waist, and was about to draw the sword, but the scene in front of him made the sword in his hand stagnate in vain.
The two blazing sword lights collapsed, two heads were thrown into the sky, and pillars of blood surged wildly.
The cold wind blew, and the two corpses fell to the ground. Through the diffuse blood mist, Xuan Ya saw a figure walking in the distance.
Young Master Su raised his head and looked coldly at the two corpses in front of him. Finally, his eyes fell on Xuan Ya and said calmly: "A few days ago, you were inquiring about the Sword God Sect?"
Under the bloody moonlight, there was still a little blood on the Young Master's sword. Although Young Master Su's eyes were calm, it was this calm gaze that brought endless oppression to Xuan Ya.
His heart tightened, and a vigilant look flashed in Xuanya's eyes, "Who is your Excellency!"
"Blood Prison Young Master Su!" He raised his left hand, and the blood flowed through Young Master Su's fingertips, and finally transformed into the appearance of Ye Shaohan.
"Fifth Generation!" Xuanya's expression condensed slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the figure transformed by the blood energy.
"He is the Blood Hell Emperor now. If you are a disciple of the Sword God Sect, then come with me!" With the blood gone, Young Master Su put away his sword, said no more, turned and walked towards the deserted path.
After pondering for a moment, Xuan Ya stepped forward and followed closely behind Young Master Su.
A few days ago, his disciples of the Tianyan Sect and most of the members of the Blood Prison were wandering in the Lonely Hell, looking for disciples of the Sword God Sect. Xuan Ya was not the first disciple of the Sword God Sect that Young Master Su found.
A few moments later, a stone forest appeared in front of Young Master Su, Xuan Ya and others. In front of the stone forest, a fire was set up. The fire was extremely strong, and the light of the fire dispelled the surrounding darkness.
There were several figures surrounding the fire. When he saw those figures, Xuan Ya's body trembled slightly, and his face showed an uncontrollable look of ecstasy: "Xuan Ren, Xuan'e, Qingshui, Juedu!"
Hearing the sound, the four figures all raised their heads and looked at Xuanya with a hint of joy in their eyes. Among these four people, two were members of the Xuanwu tribe, one was a member of the Qinglong tribe, and one was a member of the ### tribe.
Holding the sword, Young Master Su walked on a huge stone, sat down, and said calmly: "I will return to the Blood Prison tomorrow, so please prepare first!"
These four people also have more or less injuries on their bodies, especially the ### clan member, who is the most seriously injured. In the past few decades, Master Su has found seven Sword God Sect disciples, but only two of them
### The clan members had already died before Young Master Su arrived.
No matter who you are in hell, you must understand one truth: the weak eat the strong, and there is no moral restraint
Compared to others, Xuan Ya and others were luckier, at least they were found by Young Master Su.
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Stepping in the air, Ye Shaohan held the Moon God Pendant with one hand. Every time he took a step, ripples in the space spread out.
Ye Shaohan closed his eyes tightly as the sword intent of the Moon God filled the air, his mind completely immersed in it.
The three people from the Way of Heaven, the Way of Humanity, and the Way of Hungry Ghosts followed closely behind. Although they had restrained their auras, ripples were still stirred up in the void wherever they passed.
Suddenly, Ye Shaohan stopped and turned to look northwest, "Familiar scent!"
"Yue Wuxie!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly. A hundred feet away, he noticed Yue Wuxie's aura. Compared to a few months ago, Yue Wuxie's aura was obviously much stronger.
There was another aura beside Yue Wuxie. This aura was extremely weak, but it was only at the level of a spiritual master.
"This breath contains the skills of the Sword God Sect. However, apart from Xiao Luoxue and Yue Wuxie, only the five people from Wuling entered the sword tomb!" Jian's eyebrows frowned slightly. In Ye Shaohan's perception, Yue Wuxie's breath
It seems extremely unstable.
"Being chased!" A hundred feet away, Ye Shaohan noticed several more auras. Although these auras were only at the Lingzong realm, they were much more powerful than Yue Wuxie.
Putting away the Moon God Pendant, Ye Shaohan was not in a hurry to help, but stood in the void, "A warrior can only unleash his potential at the moment of death. As the master of Luoxia Peak, Yue Wuxie, your strength is not enough.
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A hundred feet away, Yue Wuxie held a sword and looked solemnly, where several figures emerged.
Several powerful auras emerged, and Yue Wuxie's face became more solemn. Yue Wuxie held a sword in her right hand, and held a young girl in her left hand. The girl was in her prime, and although her shocking face was pale, she showed no fear at all.
"Teacher!" Raising her head, the girl's clear eyes showed a hint of determination: "I know that with the strength of the teacher, if she leaves here and looks very beautiful, it will be Chu Chu who has dragged the teacher down!"
"With the two of them trapped here, it would be better..." Before the girl could finish her words, Yue Wuxie interrupted: "Chu Chu!"