The thunderous shouts echoed in the middle-aged man's ears, and these law enforcers also had a look of horror on their faces.
Especially the middle-aged man, whose eyes were full of disbelief. At first, he thought that the Blood Prison was just a new force, but unexpectedly, this force has three strong Spirit Emperors, and one whose strength is no less than that of the Spirit Emperor.
The Blood Hell Emperor.
"I underestimated the strength of this blood prison before. Two hundred thousand blood crystals is a bit too much!" The middle-aged man's face changed, and he sighed slightly: "One hundred and fifty thousand blood crystals!"
Standing on the stone sword again, a feeling of weakness swept over him. Ye Shaohan turned extremely pale and ordered the three Tiandao people to guard him. Ye Shaohan casually arranged some confinements and told Jue Lin: "I want to retreat. During this period, who can
Don’t disturb me either!”
Jue Lin, Xuan Ren and others also felt Ye Shaohan's weakness, and nodded solemnly, "We obey your order!"
Ye Shaohan's order to Tiandao was to kill anyone who came within a few feet of him! Without continuing to suppress the injuries on his body, Ye Shaohan's face became increasingly pale, and a touch of bright red dripped from the corner of his mouth.
The most terrifying thing about Ye Shaohan is his endurance. Even though the heartbreaking feeling penetrates deep into his soul, his eyes are still so calm and unruffled.
The Kirin Necklace flashed with a red light, and its tens of thousands of blood crystals emerged in vain in the void. Ye Shaohan closed his eyes tightly, and the terrifying tearing force spread out from his body, and the blood crystals suspended in mid-air immediately shattered.
Come, turn into blood mist and fill the surrounding void.
Blood mist filled the air, and the entire Blood Demon Peak was shrouded in blood mist. Looking up from a distance, the entire Blood Demon Peak looked eerie.
The blood mist swirled around Ye Shaohan in vain, turning into a terrifying whirlpool. A trace of vitality was drawn out of the blood mist, pouring into Ye Shaohan's body and blending into Ye Shaohan's soul. The heartbreaking feeling before was also gone.
ease.
"Compared to the last time, the injury this time is more serious!" Ye Shaohan frowned slightly, and once again took out hundreds of thousands of blood crystals from the Qilin Necklace. The blood crystals shattered, and the whole world was filled with blood mist. Ye Shaohan's military uniform also
Dyeed with blood by the blood mist.
Vitality filled the air, and Ye Shaohan's originally gloomy soul gradually became brighter. In this fight, Ye Shaohan could be said to be fighting against the odds. He hated the feeling that he was not completely in control of the situation.
In the blood mist, the vitality was extracted and integrated into Ye Shaohan's body. However, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth contained in the blood mist filled the space between heaven and earth, and finally surged towards the surroundings of the Blood Evil Peak.
Spiritual Sovereign Realm warriors and Spiritual Emperor Realm warriors focus on understanding, but ordinary warriors, if they practice in an area where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is abundant, their cultivation speed will naturally be much faster than usual.
Liu Dong noticed the changes in the spiritual energy of the surrounding world and shouted coldly: "The recent training is temporarily over and will be changed to meditation practice!"
"It seems that the evil star has also been seriously injured!" Liu Dong whispered, saying that when he brought the evil star back, Ye Shaohan healed his injuries like this, so Liu Dong could also see some clues.
"Blood crystal!" Liu Dong pondered. The evil star's injury was obviously not serious, so a large amount of blood crystals would be needed. The fastest way to obtain the blood crystals was to wash the sect with blood. Thinking of this, Liu Dong's eyes showed a cold look.
Fierce murderous intent: "The surrounding forces can be cleaned up!"
"The Blood Prison Army has rested for several months, and it's time to see the blood! Only after experiencing the baptism of war, can the Blood Prison Army truly grow up!" Liu Dongruo looked at the Blood Evil Peak meaningfully. Liu Dong's greatest advantage is his self-knowledge.
He knew that he could only be Ye Shaohan's sword slave, so he always put his place in that of a sword slave, never greedy for merit. When he saw that Ye Shaohan was injured, he thought about where to get blood crystals for Ye Shaohan.
Heal.
This is also the reason why Liu Dong is different from Young Master Su and others. It is precisely because he has seen through Liu Dong that Ye Shaohan handed over the Blood Prison to Liu Dong without any worries.
"*Sometimes I really admire this evil star. Not only is his cultivation terrifying and his methods ruthless, he also looks down upon me, Old Liu, so thoroughly!" Liu Dong muttered, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
After setting off, Liu Dong immediately sent people to instruct Lin Dao and others to prepare for a bloodbath of the surrounding forces. The usual blood prison seemed lazy, but once things started to be done, it became orderly.
"Liu Dong, not bad!" On top of the stone sword, Ye Shaohan raised a smile. This was the second time he praised Liu Dong.
With his mind focused, Ye Shaohan once again sank into cultivation. He took out hundreds of thousands of blood crystals again, shattered them, and turned into blood mist, filling the void.
Night falls quietly, and the gray night sky seems to be stained with ink. Under this gray night sky, blood-colored figures emerge from the blood prison. Under the blood-red moonlight, the sword filled with cold light
The device looks particularly eye-catching.
Young Master Su, Liu Dong and others stood at the forefront, and the bloody army surged forward like a tide, and a bloody storm gradually emerged on the vast land.
On the first day, a second-rate force around the Blood Prison was bloodbathed, and no one in the tens of thousands of people in the entire sect survived, not even the dependent tribes.
On the second day, because he had to entertain the law enforcers of Lonely City, Liu Dong had to take the Blood Prison Army back to the Blood Prison. However, Liu Dong was quite pleased that those bastards changed their minds and only collected 150,000 blood crystals.
On the third day, Liu Dong once again led the Blood Prison Army to go out to bloodbath the surrounding forces. Liu Dong was also extremely shameless. He never provoked those first-rate forces, but only went to bloodbath the third-rate forces, and occasionally the second-rate forces.
power.
This bloody storm lasted for nearly a month. During this month of fighting, the number of the Blood Prison Army not only did not shrink, but also expanded to more than 20,000.
A steady stream of blood crystals were sent to the Blood Evil Peak, turning into a blood mist that filled the air. The area of dozens of feet around the Blood Evil Peak was filled with blood red, and it became a blood red world.
At the same time, the air in the entire blood prison was filled with the pungent smell of blood. Liu Dong, Young Master Su, Lin Dao and others stood on an attic, looking straight at the blood mist surging above.
"In one month, this evil star has consumed nearly half a million blood crystals!" Liu Dong's mouth twitched, but he was more worried. Although he felt sorry for the blood crystals, he was even more nervous about Ye Shaohan's injury.
Ye Shaohan is now the pillar of Blood Prison and nothing can happen to him no matter what.
At the top of the Blood Fiend Peak, the Sky-Bearing Stone Sword was shrouded in blood mist, looming. Ye Shaohan was sitting on the stone sword. His expression had returned to normal. He had never opened his eyes in the past month.
At this moment, the eyelids that had been closed for a month moved slightly, Ye Shaohan slowly opened his eyes, a glimmer of light flashed in his dark pupils, "The severely injured soul has finally recovered!"
"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth around here!" Ye Shaohan glanced forward. At the top of the Blood Fiend Peak, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was so thick that it had liquefied. "It would be a pity to let these spiritual energy of heaven and earth dissipate. It can be used to create dreams!"
Ye Shaohan stood up, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him became violent in vain.
Four pieces of Moon God Jade appeared next to Ye Shaohan, and four completely different sword intents condensed out.
Four sword shadows emerged in different directions. Ye Shaohan raised his sword finger, and the four sword shadows rotated and merged into the world.
Ye Shaohan took a step forward, and spatial ripples appeared on the soles of his feet.
Kacha! In the gray void, a dazzling thunder tore through the blood mist, swept across the sky, and illuminated the world.
The blood-red moon hung in the sky, the cold wind blew by, and dark clouds covered up the beautiful moonlight.
An oppressive aura spread in the void, and Ye Shaohan knew that it was going to rain. With a click, another thunder flashed across the sky, and then raindrops fell like thousands of horses galloping.
Wow! The rainwater fell and fell into the blood mist, turning into blood and dripping.
Ye Shaohan stood like this in the rain, his eyes slowly closed tightly, his sword pointed down, and the spiritual energy of the world around him spun crazily, forming a vortex, rushing towards the void around Ye Shaohan!
"Sword array, start!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly. The artistic conception is the reflection of life. Ye Shaohan used the sword intention of a generation as a guide to create a dream of a generation.
"Immerse yourself in the dream you created!" Ye Shaohan whispered, the rain washed his face, and his wildly dancing long hair gradually fell down and clung to his body.
Life is like a dream, who can say clearly! Ye Shaohan's will gradually became blurred. Despite months of enlightenment, he completely understood the sword intention of a generation, and perhaps he also saw the life of a generation.
This is a desolate world, with yellow sand flying and a lone scorching sun hanging across the sky.
A young man pulled a skinny horse, wandering alone in the dusty world. Behind him was a long sword, a sword, a figure, a skinny horse, and a lonely sun.
The yellow sand was rolling, and every time the young man took a step, the rolling sand stopped rolling.
Neigh! The thin horse neighed, a little irritable, and paced back and forth, leaving a trail of hoofs on the soft hills.
The young man patted the horse's back gently, and the irritable thin horse calmed down in vain. The young man raised his head and looked at the rolling dust in front of him, and chuckled: "You are already here, why don't you show up!"
Whistle! Rustle! The wind swept across the sky and earth and made a whirring sound. The dust fell, and several figures emerged from the rolling dust. These people all exuded a powerful aura.
The most terrifying thing is that these people are obviously desperadoes because of the pungent smell of blood.
"You are the sword holder!" a middle-aged man said hoarsely, his eyes fixed on the long sword behind the young man.
There is no sword in this world, but recently, a young man appeared on the mainland, holding a strange weapon called a sword.
"Yes!" The young man responded calmly, "What do you guys want?"
"I heard that you once made a bold statement that the sword is the most powerful weapon!" The middle-aged man held a long spear in his hand, a blood-red spear. "Today, we are here to see this so-called sword!"