The moment the voice came out from the blood cloud, all the warriors in Yin Yang Valley had earth-colored faces.
Even Xuanyuan Tibing's eyes showed a trace of despair.
"Hel me up!"
Xuanyuan raised his troops and signaled to Lu Han.
Lu Han hummed and used himself as a crutch to help Xuanyuan Tibing.
Above the dried sea of blood, Xuanyuan Tibing raised his head and looked at the sea of blood surging in the void. The white hair on his temples was flying, showing a slight desolation.
"It seems that you have already split yourself into two?"
Xuanyuan Tibing asked.
"The response was really quick, but it was still too late!"
There was a sound of ridicule in the blood sea, and as the blood-colored sea water surged, it condensed crazily, and then the blood sea that stretched hundreds of miles turned into a figure.
He was covered in blood and looked extremely scary.
The bloody figure was pacing in the sky, looking extremely leisurely, like appreciating flowers in a courtyard. He put his hands behind his hands and said: "As early as more than two hundred years ago, I split my body into two!"
"One of the bodies is the idiot who just blew himself up. After more than two hundred years of practice, it has split into ten clones. It's a pity... all of them are gone now!"
In the void, the Bloody Evil King sneered.
"It seems that you are quite proud of yourself? Now that I, Xuanyuan Tibing, am in this situation, it is impossible for me to be your opponent. No one can compete with you anymore?"
Xuanyuan Tibing no longer allowed Lu Han to support him and stood up with difficulty, looking calm.
"It's a bit proud!"
The Bloody Evil King nodded unabashedly, and then said: "Actually, if you hadn't been so desperate, you would have discovered the existence of this king earlier. Facing two evil kings, you only have a 1% chance of winning. Now you have
I can’t lift the gun, and this one percent chance of winning has been wiped out by me, and the Yin-Yang Valley can no longer trap me!”
On the dry land, Xuanyuan Tibing shook his head, "It's really a good plan, even 'own' life was thrown away in vain."
Xuanyuan Tibing immediately understood the twists and turns involved.
Although the evil king's body split into two, it seems that the previous evil king and the current bloody evil king have already become two independent entities.
Now that they have completely become two evil kings, there are checks and balances.
In the Yin-Yang Valley, you may be able to live in peace and harmony, but if you escape from the Yin-Yang Valley, there will be a distinction between high and low.
Therefore, when the previous evil king self-destructed, this bloody evil king did not even think about rescuing him. Or, the previous evil king simply did not know that the sea of blood he was hiding in was another 'self'.
The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.
If he treats himself like this, it is obvious that the evil king is scheming.
After thinking about it, in the sea of dried blood, Xuanyuan Tibing calmly rolled up his sleeves and said with a faint smile: "Perhaps you have forgotten that thousands of years ago, the first generation head of the family, Xuanyuan Zheng, left something behind when he entered the Yin Yang Valley!"
Um?
The Evil King frowned, with a look of confusion on his face. But he heard Xuanyuan Tibing continue, "I wonder if you have ever heard the roar of three thousand heroic souls?"
The Evil King’s complexion changed drastically!
Xuanyuan Tibing smiled slightly, "It seems you still sensed its existence!"
"It's ridiculous that a dying man dares to threaten me!"
The evil king showed a ferocious look on his face, staring at Xuanyuan Tibing with murderous intent, and then rushed towards the latter like thunder, vowing to fight the lion against the rabbit and kill any potential danger.
Facing the bloody evil king coming rapidly from the sky, Xuanyuan Tibing completely calmed down. His mind became calm and his eyes were firm. Then he sat cross-legged, letting the blood soak into the loess earth, and just shouted loudly:
"Zuo Jia Ming taught the Qinglong tribe to hold the sword on the right and sent Xuanyuan, the 32nd generation descendant of the Tianzi camp under his command, Qianhu Xuanyuan, to raise his troops. I am willing to use my blood as a sacrifice and my soul as a guide. Please revive the three thousand heroic souls and save me Dongling!
"
Before Xuanyuan Tibing could finish his words, the Evil King was already killing him.
Bang.
With a shocking loud noise, the Evil King punched down, but was intercepted by Yan Zangfeng. However, the latter only received one punch and was sent flying.
The Evil King frowned and once again charged towards Xuanyuan Tibing in front of him.
"Amitabha!"
Between heaven and earth, Buddha was speaking loudly. Cinan appeared in front of Xuanyuan Tibing, with his hands clasped together, he blocked the evil king's punch.
After one punch, Ci Nan's armor turned into powder, and countless cracks appeared on the Buddhist treasure body, like a broken porcelain bottle.
The Evil King laughed ferociously, looked at the bald donkey in front of him, and punched Xuannan again.
After the second punch, Ci Nan was covered in blood and his breath was dying.
After Ci Nan's death, Xuanyuan Tibing's dying body was particularly calm at this moment, like an ancient monk in meditation, but there was blood all over his body, but his voice was full of sorrow.
"Zuo Jia Ming taught the Qinglong tribe to hold the sword on the right and sent Xuanyuan, the 32nd generation descendant of the Tianzi camp under his command, Qianhu Xuanyuan, to raise his troops. I am willing to use my blood as a sacrifice and my soul as a guide. Please revive the three thousand heroic souls and save me Dongling!
"
…
Xuanyuan Tibing kept vomiting blood from his mouth, but his calling never stopped. Just like the tribal priests in ancient times, using themselves as sacrifices to summon sleeping heroic spirits.
On the battlefield, Yan Zangfeng, who had been smashed away, rushed to help again, but the evil king's third punch had already landed on Ci Nan.
There was a loud bang.
Ci Nan's body suddenly shattered on the ground like a porcelain vase, and he died.
Yanzang Feng rushed to Xuanyuan Tibing like the wind and the remaining clouds, and once again received the evil king's punch, and at the same time roared, "We belong to Piaoxue Palace, and we will protect Xuanyuan Tibing to the death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zangfeng resisted the evil king's punch again, and a big hole was punched in his chest, and he flew out again.
In an instant, all the Piaoxue Palace ancestors who followed Yan Zangfeng down the mountain raised their troops towards Xuanyuan.
In the battlefield, Lu Han roared loudly, carried the Xuanyuan blood flag, looked back at the millions of troops, and roared: "By order of the thirty-third generation head of the Xuanyuan Mansion, the entire army will protect my father, Commander-in-Chief!"
Under the void, the commander of the 700,000-strong army shouted out, moving like thunder, and instantly changed formations to guard Xuanyuan Tibing.
boom.
Boom boom.
In the void, the Evil King sneered and punched three times in a row to shatter the fighting spirit of the 700,000-strong army. Everyone vomited blood and the formation collapsed.
Then, the Evil King landed another punch.
There was a loud bang, and at the last moment when Xuanyuan Tibing was attacked with extremely terrifying force, a row of people finally appeared in front of the latter, and they blocked the punch attack.
But after that punch, the ancestors of the six great Wuhou princes in Piaoxue Palace were turned into powder, and their souls were scattered.
Yan Zangfeng looked at the six eldest heirs who died instantly, his eyes were splitting, and he headed towards the evil king again like a madman...
At the same time, tens of thousands of warriors on the battlefield also reacted, rushing towards Xuanyuan Tibing like a torrent of steel, vowing not to let the latter die under the evil king's fist!
In the 700,000-strong army formation, Xuanyuan Tibing, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, was still shouting loudly and offering blood to honor the heroic souls as before:
"Zuo Jia Ming taught the Qinglong tribe to hold the sword on the right and sent Xuanyuan, the 32nd generation descendant of the Tianzi camp under his command, Qianhu Xuanyuan, to raise his troops. I am willing to use my blood as a sacrifice and my soul as a guide. Please revive the three thousand heroic souls and save me Dongling!