There are vast ancient trees and deep jungles. A figure is covered in blood, staggering forward.
"Yin Yang Valley is about to be born, and the Blood Spirit Palace is hiding to plot chaos. Only the four blood princes can know what the specific conspiracy is!"
"We, the Thirteen Killers, should move forward with caution. Now all the eight prisons will be broken, and the disaster in Yin Yang Valley will be ten times worse than before!"
"If nothing goes wrong, Dongling will be robbed, and it will be the end of the world!"
In the ancient bronze order, the words of the tenth kill kept ringing out, seemingly becoming more and more urgent.
As for the third kill, I asked seven times where the tenth kill was, but got no answer.
"The four blood princes practice all weird and evil skills. If they can't kill with one blow, they will sacrifice their blood and return!"
In the token, the words of the tenth kill sounded again.
"Is there a way to restrain the technique?"
Qi Sha asked.
"The power of the Holy Buddha can be suppressed, but only suppressed!
The tenth kill replied.
In the Qinglong Mountains, the battle is still going on. Xie Qinghou is covered in blood, and his huge sickle is constantly waving, harvesting the lives of the men in black robes, and the places where he is conquering are all broken limbs.
There were countless wounds all over his body, and blood flowed everywhere. He probably wanted to kill a few more people without caring about his own safety.
The pair of dark eyes were determined and ruthless, and the enchanting brows revealed a look of righteousness and awe-inspiringness.
In the jungle, the fighting continues.
The swords and swords roared, and the terrifying aura surged like a tide, crushing jungles one after another. Countless men in black robes rushed towards Xie Qinghou, and they were bound to kill him completely.
At the center of the battle, Xie Qinghou roared wildly, with a domineering look between his feminine brows, "Back then, Lin Huangdiyuan killed Tianyuan, and Suppressed the Blood-clothed Marquis. I, Xie Qinghou, can now kill hundreds of enemies in the final battle!"
Xie Qinghou murmured to himself, even though there were countless wounds, his aura became more and more fierce and terrifying.
Holding a huge scythe in his hand, he turned into a bloody man and once again killed countless bloody robes without fear.
"My name is Xie Qinghou!"
Among the tokens for the thirteen kills, the message of the tenth kill suddenly flashed.
In Xuanyuan Mansion, Lin Cangxue's eyes narrowed, showing a bit of surprise.
"Xie Qinghou from Piaoxue Palace?"
"That disciple who disappeared from Piaoxue Palace in the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties?"
Among the tokens, other killers asked, looking a little surprised.
Xie Qinghou still did not answer everyone's questions, but sent another message:
"Lin Cangxue, when the Blood Spirit Palace abolished your martial spirit, I knew it a long time ago and never reminded you. Xie Qinghou is here to make amends by killing the Eighty Black Robes of the Blood Spirit Palace!"
In the Xuanyuan Mansion, Lin Cangxue's face condensed, and then she showed a smile:
"I knew it earlier!"
"Tell Lin Huang that it was me, Xie Qinghou, who won the battle at Piaoxue Palace. If he still remembers me, Xie Qinghou, there will be a glass of wine to sprinkle the loess on the Double Ninth Festival!"
In the token, Xie Qinghou spoke again.
"Xiao Shi, where are you? No matter where you are, I'll wait for Thirteen Killers to come to your rescue in two-quarters of an hour!"
When the news of the third kill came out, he seemed a little anxious.
"No need!"
Xie Qinghou flatly refused, "After ten years in the Blood Spirit Palace, I have already become a monster. If I don't want to be born, it's useless for you to save me. Today is my final battle, Xie Qinghou!"
In Xuanyuan Mansion, Lin Cangxue looked moved and stood tall as she walked out of the secret room of seclusion.
"Everyone, the tenth killer, Xie Qinghou, retreat first!"
In the ancient bronze token, the light flashed again, and then there was no movement.
kill!
In the Qinglong Mountains, Xie Qinghou roared wildly, dressed in blood-clothed hunting, like a flying and torn war flag, fighting enemies from all directions. A blood sickle danced like a messenger from hell demanding life.
One by one, the men in black robes had their heads cut off, their bodies exploded, and they fell at the feet of Xie Qinghou.
puff……
Half an hour later, Xie Qinghou spat out a mouthful of blood. His pale face was full of regret, and the violent aura around him quickly disappeared, and he fell directly from the Wuhou realm to the fifth level of Tianyuan.
Xie Qinghou stood on the blood-soaked battlefield, surrounded by hundreds of black robes gradually approaching, full of caution and hatred.
Ahem.
In the middle of the field, Xie Qinghou coughed violently twice, straightened his hair elegantly, wiped away the strange look on his face, and gathered up his sleeves and collar, with a gentle and jade-like face showing
Calmly, he swept his eyebrows across the hundreds of black robes around him and said with a smile:
"Who killed me, Xie Qinghou?"
In the field, hundreds of black-robed men took two steps back fearfully. Even though Xie Qinghou seemed to be at the end of his strength at this moment. But just a few breaths ago, this man was like a killing god, crushing and killing as many as seven hundred black-robed men.
Seeing everyone retreating, Xie Qinghou chuckled, and then his calm eyes glowed with brilliance, revealing invincible belief:
"Evil demons and heretics...everyone will find them and kill them!"
In the ancient forest, after Xie Qinghou said these words, he began to slowly close his eyes, and his breath began to dissipate...
"Kill him!"
In the field, someone in black robes shouted, which immediately attracted hundreds of black robes to attack Xie Qinghou.
"If you dare to betray the Blood Spirit Palace, you must cut him into pieces!"
"I want to sacrifice his soul and turn his body into blood food!"
"Let him not be able to live or die!"
…
In the field, countless black robes roared, and in an instant they were in front of Xie Qinghou.
boom!
At this moment, a long sword suddenly appeared on the battlefield, exuding an extremely sharp brilliance. In the moment it appeared, it killed all the black-robed people who were in front of Xie Qinghou.
The faces of hundreds of people in black robes changed drastically.
In the middle of the field, Xie Qinghou opened his eyes weakly, his eyes suddenly turning red.
In the blood-colored mountain forest, heavy snow suddenly fell all over the sky, which was extremely beautiful and filled with piercing sadness.
I saw a middle-aged man suddenly walking out of one end of the jungle, wearing an old green shirt, with the right sleeve empty and flying in the wind. Behind him, there were five decrepit old men.
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and glanced at the hundreds of black robes. His face was as condensed as a reef in the deep sea and he said calmly:
"Kill without mercy!"
In the blink of an eye, five decrepit old men behind the middle-aged men were killing each other with long swords, heading towards hundreds of black robes.
"Master!"
In the heavy snow, Xie Qinghou smiled miserably. The figure standing as straight as a spear seemed to have lost all power at this moment. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his life was dying faster.
Yan Zangfeng supported Xie Qinghou, and there was a trace of sadness in the vicissitudes of his face engraved by the blade, "Master is late!"
"It's the disciple who doesn't want to live anymore. The disciple... the disciple became the blood son of the Blood Spirit Palace. He ate human flesh, swallowed blood food, and turned into a monster."
Xie Qinghou vomited blood and laughed miserably, with indescribable helplessness in his eyes.
"You are not a monster, you are my disciple Yan Zangfeng, you are the hero of the Eastern Spirit Realm, and you are the last immortal will of our generation of warriors!"
Yan Zangfeng's expression was calm and sad, and he stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood on Xie Qinghou's face, revealing a rare smile.
"Master is sorry for you, letting you enter the Blood Spirit Palace and ruining your life!"
Yan Zangfeng's eyes were red and full of lamentation, and his firm and strong hands began to tremble at this moment.
Xie Qinghou vomited blood and shook his head. Suddenly he remembered something and held Yan Zangfeng's hand tightly with a trace of regret in his eyes: "There is a porridge shop outside Xuanyuan City, and the porridge seller is a woman. The disciple once drank there.
Three bowls of porridge, no payment!"
Yan Zangfeng's expression condensed and he said angrily: "You must repay the debt you owe yourself!"
Xie Qinghou chuckled sadly, "She is a blind girl and has never seen me, so let's just pretend that she has never known Xie Qinghou!"
Yan Zangfeng remained silent, but held the latter tightly in his arms, his frosty hair desolate.
Boundless mountains, blood-soaked jungles.
Yan Zangfeng calmly carried Xie Qinghou on his back, covered with the wind and snow, and led the five decayed old men from Piaoxue Palace to the Blood Spirit Palace here...