The sea of blood suddenly reappeared, and suddenly, as if it was hit by a super hurricane, the height alone was more than ten meters, almost reaching the top of the cave.
But the waves it stirred up were not blood waves. Its inner body contained countless ghost faces, ghost bodies, and even ghost people.
They were struggling, ferocious, and roaring, like evil ghosts locked in that cell. They had been locked up for too long, and suddenly they saw hope of escaping. Then they went crazy and tried to escape.
Push out.
"What? You're afraid that Han Sanqian's golden body will reuse your power to create a new body, so why don't you just release all your evil power?" The monster laughed coldly and disdainfully.
In such an environment, if this is done, another situation may arise for Han Sanqian.
That is, Han Sanqian will still be able to reassemble his body, but this body is full of evil power. In other words, even if Han Sanqian succeeds in reshaping his body, he will still be nothing more than an evil demon.
Moreover, this evil demon has absorbed the power of the blood sea, and he will be completely controlled by the blood sea.
However, the monster is not worried about this situation at all.
Although, the current situation is heading towards the development.
The monster didn't speak again or stop it, and just disappeared suddenly.
In the sea of blood, the rolling was still continuing, and countless ghost-faced ghosts were still roaring inside.
In the owner's house, a subordinate walked in quickly.
"How is the situation?" the owner asked.
"Although the Wenyuan Academy's defense in Maitian is quite empty, overall, the basic base is still there."
The village owner nodded with satisfaction. He also knew that when the white-clothed envoy set off, he did not take away too many troops, so that the entire wheat field layout did not collapse.
He was very satisfied.
"Where's the outside?"
"There's still fighting outside!"
"Still fighting?" The owner of the village said with a slightly unhappy tone, and looked back at his subordinates: "How many enemies are there outside? Logically speaking, it should have been over long ago, right?"
"Yes, there are not many people on the other side, maybe a hundred people in total."
"A hundred people?" The owner of the village slapped his palm on the table with a loud bang: "You have the nerve to report to me more than a hundred people and you are still fighting?"
"After all, he led nearly ten thousand of me out. What the hell is he doing?"
"Master, although the opponent has very few people, his individual soldier ability is even stronger than that of the people from the Academy of Arts. The most important thing is..."
"Say!" the village owner shouted coldly.
"The commander of the other party seems to be an expert."
"Expert?"
"The tactics are very sophisticated. The white envoy has actually used his troops properly, but he is still at a disadvantage in front of the opponent."
After hearing this, the owner of the village was silent for a moment and did not speak.
There are only sixty-four people in the Wuyuan. The real reason for retaining the existence of this place and making it second only to the Wuyuan is that he still has great trust and value in the abilities of the white-clothed envoy.
I won't doubt his intelligence.
Although he was somewhat led by Han Sanqian in the wheat field, compared to Heifeng, the white-clothed envoy had already reacted quickly. He could basically keep up with Han Sanqian in a short period of time.
thinking.
Therefore, his overall performance satisfied him, otherwise he would not have allowed him to rectify the chaos outside.
After all, people like Han Sanqian are already well-known, so it is not surprising to lose a little bit to Han Sanqian.
However, even in this state, he had not yet come back to his senses. As a result, my dear fellow, as soon as he left, he was tricked by other people again.
Are there so many Han Sanqian in this world?
Apparently not!
Otherwise, if everyone is leading a team to fight with God's help, then the order of this demon land may not be what it is now.
"Damn it, is it possible that Han Sanqian has any more powerful subordinates?"
"It's hard to say. After all, during the battle in Yetian City, when Han Sanqian was not around, his subordinates were still very ferocious, and there were moments of brilliance in strategic arrangements." The subordinate said this, and suddenly remembered something: "
The little one suddenly remembered someone."
"Who do you think of?" The owner of the village frowned: "Could it be him?"
