The previously extremely powerful corpse puppet turned into a pile of real corpses under the palm of the blood-clothed man, and all the blood crows in the body were exterminated at this moment.
call……
The man in blood-clothed breathed a long sigh of relief, burped, and showed a satisfied smile on his face.
Click!
Kaka!
After the corpse puppets were extinct, the sound of grinding boulders was heard in the hall. The bronze coffin lying in the center of the hall gradually began to move, revealing the entrance to the third floor bit by bit.
Everyone's eyes lit up, and then they became a little worried. If the man in blood had not appeared just now, everyone would have turned into flesh and mud at the feet of the corpse puppet.
The third floor of the giant palace is probably more terrifying than the fourth floor.
Half of the more than thirty people remaining in the main hall had begun to think of retreating. However, they discovered that there was no way out in the entire huge hall except for the entrance to the third floor.
Just as everyone was deep in thought, a bang suddenly sounded in the hall.
Everyone turned their heads and saw that the man in blood-clothed clothes didn't know when to take action, smashing the head of a warrior next to him with one punch, and the whole head exploded in the air.
Everyone stared at the man in blood. The man in blood also glanced at everyone with a smile on his face. The red light flashed in his eyes, like the flames jumping in hell, which made people feel palpitated and addicted.
Lin Huang's expression changed and he forcibly turned his head to avoid the blood-clothed man's gaze. At the same time, he slapped Lu Han and Mo Canfeng on the face.
"Soul-taking!"
Lin Huang was all too familiar with the power of the blood-clothed man's eyes, the soul-stirring power of the blood crow!
Thinking of this, Lin Huang had already guessed the identity of the man in blood.
——Blood Spirit Hall!
"Tsk tsk... What a young man, he was able to avoid this prince's soul-stirring power." The man in blood-clothed clothes noticed the awake Lin Huang at a glance, with a terrifying smile on his face.
"And you, Nan Yunlie, are also awake. I think you already know my identity!"
When the man in blood-clothed clothes spoke, all the warriors in the hall walked towards him, standing behind the man in blood-clothed clothes with expressionless and polite expressions, like slaves.
Even Yun Feifei and others from Piaoxue Palace appeared behind the Xueyi Hou.
Nan Yunlie stood in front of Lin Huang and others, his expression extremely solemn. It seemed that because of the other party's identity, even his voice became a bit hoarse:
"I didn't expect to see the Bloody Marquis, one of the four blood lords, here. It's such an honor for me!"
Lin Huang's expression changed.
Bloody Marquis!
One of the Four Blood Marquises.
When he was in Piaoxue Palace, Lin Huang knew about the existence of the four Blood Marquis, but he didn't expect to bump into one of them, the Blood Marquis.
One of the four major controllers of the Blood Spirit Palace.
"It seems that you have indeed recognized me." The blood-clothed marquis waved his blood-colored robe, and a smile broke out on his face. "Since you know that I exist and have not been captured by me, I will not let you stay."
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As he said that, the Blood-clothed Marquis clasped his hands and walked towards the four people in Linhuang. Every step he took was extremely leisurely, but with every step he took, the aura around him became stronger, like mountains and rivers. The crowd was breathless.
"Piaoxue Gong Nan Yunlie, a disciple of Yan Zangfeng, can be considered a figure. It's a pity that he will be killed in my hands today!"
The Xueyi Hou said leisurely.
"Do you think you can escape after entering King Wu's tomb?"
Nan Yunlie smiled.
"So what if I can't escape?"
The smile on the face of the Bloody Marquis was even more terrifying, "As long as I shake Yang Xuangan's tomb, I can cut off one of the prisons in Yin and Yang Valley. It doesn't matter if I die!"
"Besides, isn't there an old guy like you buried with him?"
The Xueyi Hou smiled and said, very calmly and calmly.
"It's just a restraint that seals off the Yin-Yang Valley. Without the Ancient Scrolls of Mountains and Rivers, you will never be able to completely unblock the Yin-Yang Valley!"
In the main hall, Lin Huang's voice suddenly sounded, with an indifferent sneer.
"Scrolls of Mountains and Rivers? Are you Lin Huang?!"
The Bloody Marquis' eyes fell on Lin Huang, he was a little surprised, and then said, "In that case, hand over the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers, and I will spare your life!"
Lin Huang closed his sleeves and said, "If any one of us here is injured, I can guarantee that you will never be able to get the Mountain and River Ancient Scroll in your lifetime."
"Do you think that you, an ant in the realm of Earth, are qualified to negotiate terms with a Marquis of Wu?"
The Bloody Marquis grinned, his lips and teeth already filled with murderous intent.
"That's true!"
Lin Huang said calmly, "Unless the Blood Spirit Palace can produce another Cao Yangming, you will not be able to break through the Yin Yang Valley without the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers."
The smile on the Xueyi Hou's face became brighter and brighter. He walked slowly in front of Lin Huang, squinted his sunken eyes and said, "But I am more willing to believe that you cannot bear my torture!"
With that said, the Blood-clothed Marquis thrust his hand into the void and grabbed Lin Huang.
Lin Huang and Nan Yunlie's expressions changed. They both felt an irresistible force imprisoning their bodies, and they could only continue to struggle, just like birds in a cage.
"You guys know nothing about Wuhou's power!"
The Xueyi Hou said with a smile, grabbing Lin Huang in his hand as he spoke.
Groan!
At this moment, a gun roar suddenly sounded in the main hall, like a tiger coming out of its gate and roaring proudly in the mountains and forests.
Then, a pitch-black spear, like a dragon, streaked across the hall at lightning speed.
The Xueyi Hou's eyes suddenly condensed. He grabbed Lin Huang's hand and retracted it like lightning. He narrowly avoided the pitch-black spear, turned his head and glared at the hall, shouting:
"Who is it?"
"It's me!"
The Xueyihou's roar immediately echoed.
A deep and domineering voice sounded in the hall. Although it was plain, it was like the explosion of gold and stone, revealing a touch of the aura of a spear that would make a difference in the world.
"Xuan Ziying, Shen Qingshan!"
"Shen Qingshan?!"
Lin Huang followed the source of the sound and saw a burly figure suddenly appearing in the center of the hall, like an iron tower. He was wearing a dark armored shawl, which was thick and towering. In his hand was a long spear with thick black ink and a rustling snow-white tassel.
, as if it was about to pierce the giant temple above its head.
His thick eyebrows and cold face, his eyes like lightning, exuding a different kind of domineering air.
The Bloody Marquis looked at the figure appearing in the main hall, his slender eyebrows slightly furrowed, and after looking carefully for a moment, he chuckled and said: "Tsk, tsk, it turns out to be Shen Qingshan, the leader of the Xuanzi Battalion under Xuanyuan Tibing!"
"What? Just because you are here, do you want to deal with me? I'm afraid Xuanyuan Tibing will only come here!"
Shen Qingshan raised his thick eyebrows and said, "How dare a dying man be so arrogant? I, Shen Qingshan, am here specifically to kill you. If Lord Xuanyuan wants to take action, what's the use of my Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Four-Character Camp?"
The blood-clothed Marquis' face turned cold, and gunfire flashed in his eyes, "You are overestimating your own capabilities. A Marquis of Wu in an ordinary realm dares to kill me. It's just my blood food!"
"Then what about the Xuanzi Army plus this lord?"
Shen Qingshan sneered, and as the spear in his hand shook, countless figures suddenly rushed into the fourth floor and appeared in the main hall.
Lin Huang glanced over and saw that they were all wearing black armor, spears, and tiger helmets. They were all covered in darkness, and the mighty aura surged like a river and sea, making everyone breathless.
There were as many as three hundred people.
And there are actually half of the Tianyuan warriors among them.
"Array up!"
Shen Qingshan opened his mouth.
Here!
The mighty sound of "Nai" suddenly sounded in the hall. It was like the beating of war drums on the battlefield. Although it came from the mouth of three hundred people, it gave people the unstoppable momentum of thousands of troops.
In just two breaths, the Xuanzi Army of three hundred people surrounded the Xueyi Hou in the middle, with a forest of spears pointing directly at the Xueyi Hou.
The Blood-clothed Marquis paused for a moment, his expression a little solemn. But he chuckled and said: "They are only at the Tianyuan realm. Even if they are in Dao, to me, they are nothing more than ants! If you want to kill me with human heads, three hundred
There aren’t enough people!”
Shen Qingshan smiled contemptuously and looked at the Blood-clothed Marquis with pity, "Back then, Master Xuanyuan was only at the Tianyuan realm. He raised millions of troops to destroy Dongxuan. He was not killed with heads but surrounded and killed in a battle formation.
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"Then more than twenty Wuhou in the Dongxuan Sect died in death? Three hundred people, killing you, the Blood-clothed Marquis, is enough!"
The Bloody Marquis's eyes flickered, and finally he gritted his teeth fiercely, "Then let's give it a try. Today, I will break the myth of the undefeated Tiandi Xuanhuang Four-Character Camp!"
After saying this, the Blood-clothed Marquis let out a long roar, and his body suddenly rose three inches, his blood flying, and his whole body's blood energy surged, like a blood demon returning from hell.
Facing the astonishing blood energy, Shen Qingshan raised his eyebrows, his eyes swept over Nan Yunlie and Lin Huang, and finally landed on Lu Han, and said calmly:
"Get out of here!"
Nan Yunlie nodded simply. They were not allowed to participate in the battle of Wuhou. Even if he watched the battle from the sidelines, even he would be injured by the terrifying air waves.
What's more, Lin Huang and others.
Lin Huang smiled helplessly and followed Nan Yunlie towards the entrance to the third floor.
When he stepped into the entrance of the third floor of the huge palace, Lin Huang felt the shouts of killing from the Xuanzi Army behind him like thunder, and the terrifying momentum rippling like mountains falling and the earth cracking in all directions.
Afterwards, Lin Huang and others disappeared on the fourth floor!
Um?
When Lin Huang crossed the entrance, the scene in front of him was not the hall he imagined, but an illusory formation.
Lin Huang turned around and found that Lu Han and others were not here at all.
"Have you been randomly teleported again?"
Lin Huang frowned and murmured. He glanced around, his brows getting tighter and tighter, and finally they knitted together.
The formation that Lin Huang was in was not a large detention formation, but eight whirlpools. Each vortex was an exit, leading to a deep and unknown place.
In the center of each vortex, there is a large ancient seal character spinning, giving off a completely different atmosphere.
Life, death, shock, injury, Du, scene, open, rest!
"Eight Gate Formation!"
Lin Huang murmured in a low voice, squeezed his warm palms, and fell into deep thought. The so-called eight gates are the eight gates that represent different endings.
But if you are trapped in this formation, you must choose one of them.
Different doors, different fates.
This is a very simple multiple choice question!
But it can stump all warriors who enter the formation.
Lin Huang also had a hard time making a choice. This is the saying goes, "Once you enter the eight gates, you will escape death."
Lin Huang sat in the formation, staring at the eight whirlpools, feeling a little worried...