"Damn it, why are these damn immortal souls so haunted by evil spirits that they can't get rid of them?" The Ghost King's aura condensed, and he stretched out his hand to sacrifice a ghost soldier and looked coldly at the immortals who were rushing over.
The soul said with a buzzing sound.
"Hey... It's probably the Xuanming Immortal who has never forgotten the Witch God Palace, right?" Ancestor Shura licked his lips, smiled grimly, and said: "Humph, these immortal souls are really tired of living, and they dare to chase into the sea of blood.
?I’m afraid you can’t even use 50% of your cultivation, right?”
"Fifty percent?"
Whoosh!
Hearing that the immortal souls who were chasing after him could only exert half of their strength in this sea of blood, Ye Xingchen's eyes suddenly lit up as he looked at Immortal Xuanming who jumped in at the end.
"Young... Young Master, do you want to deal with these immortals before leaving?" Ancestor Shura turned back, looked at Ye Xingchen, and said: "This is still the territory of our Shura clan. After we go out, if we make such a big noise again,
I'm afraid it might attract many creatures from the Blood Sea."
"Oh? Are there other creatures in this sea of blood?" Ye Xingchen was slightly startled, looking at Wu Ling'er with suspicion in his eyes. If Ancestor Shura hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have known that this sea of blood
In the sea, besides the Shura clan, there are other beings.
"Hmph, is it strange that other races exist in the land of one realm?" Wu Ling'er glanced at him and said lightly: "Several of the original masters of the ten halls came from this place.
Coming out of the sea of blood, what's the fuss about?"
"Ten...Lord of the Ten Halls?"
"Yeah, he also came out of the sea of blood?"
Whoosh!
After listening to Wu Ling'er's words, not only the Shura Ancestor, but also the Ghost King who had been in the Yin Ruins for hundreds of millions of years were dumbfounded. He was stunned for a long time and even forgot to ask which palace masters were this bloody?
The creatures in the sea.
"Let's do it..." Wu Ling'er's eyes suddenly cooled down. He looked at the Xuanming Immortal and said coldly: "It is better to deal with them here than to go to the realm of other living beings and kill those unknown people.
It’s good at attracting all the ghosts.”
"How much strength does Xuanming Immortal have left now?" Ye Xingchen licked his lips and said in a deep voice.
"Xuan...Xuan Ming?"
The Ghost King and the Shura Ancestor were immediately stunned. Wu Ling'er, who was standing aside, also looked at Ye Xingchen with a strange expression on his face and said, "What, you want to take advantage of that immortal?"
"Didn't you say that after those immortal souls entered this sea of blood, their cultivation level was only 50%?" Ye Xingchen chuckled twice and said with burning eyes.
"Hmph, if you want to take advantage of Xuan Ming, you'd better save your money." Wu Ling'er rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Don't say that he still has 50% or 60% of his strength, even if he only has 10%,
It’s not an existence you can shake.”
"Is it so powerful in the Immortal Realm?" Ye Xingchen was slightly startled and frowned.
"Yes..." The Ghost King standing aside nodded vigorously, smiled bitterly, and said: "Young Master, the strength of this Xuanming Immortal is probably not much weaker than the top ten palace masters back then. I remember that the peak
The master of that period killed hundreds of evil ghosts who were half-stepping into the immortal realm with just one finger."
"Hiss, hundreds of them?" Ye Xingchen's pupils shrank. When he heard that the Wheel-turning King had killed so many immortals and ghosts with just one finger, he quickly restrained his slight sense of contempt and looked at it.
When Immortal Xuanming rushed over, his expression suddenly changed and he said: "Be careful, that bastard is coming."
"Hmph, a remnant soul from Lingxiao Palace dares to care about the treasure of this palace master. Is he really tired of living?" Wu Ling'er's face also darkened, and she said in a deep voice to Ye Xingchen beside her:
"Just leave this Xuanming Immortal to this palace master. You must guard the surroundings and don't let other immortal souls affect me."
"Okay..." Ye Xingchen nodded, and with the Ghost King, Ancestor Shura and the others, they retreated to a distance and looked at Immortal Xuanming with a wary expression. He also wanted to take a look at this so-called Immortal.
How arrogant it is.
Boom!
Immortal Xuanming was also extremely fast. He rushed over with the Haotian Mirror in his sight. When he was still seven or eighty meters away from Wu Ling'er, he stopped, looked at Wu Ling'er coldly, and said: "
Hand over the Witch God Palace, and I, the Immortal, may consider letting you live, otherwise, you, the last bloodline of the Witch Clan, may become a trace of a dead soul in this sea of blood."
"Hmph, you alone want to rob the Witch God's Palace?" Wu Ling'er raised her arm, and only heard a 'buzz' sound, and saw that the fist-sized Witch God's Palace flew out of her body in an instant, horrifyingly.
The momentum spread all of a sudden.
"Is it really the Wushen Palace?" Xuan Ming's face suddenly became greedy, and he smiled ferociously and said: "Humph, bitch, do you think you are still the original leader of the Wu Clan? If I were at my peak, I would
Maybe I am a little afraid of you, but now, you are only at the Star King Realm. With this level, do you want to fight with this immortal?"
"If you want Wushen Palace, you can come here and give it a try." Wu Ling'er said calmly.
"Do you think I dare not?" Immortal Xuanming raised his eyebrows, and the Haotian Mirror above his head instantly burst out with a dazzling golden light, sweeping towards Wu Ling'er.
"Wishen Palace, crush..." Wu Ling'er did not show any weakness, and directly faced the Wushen Palace in his hand.
"Is... is it the Wushen Palace? Go and help Master Xuan Ming." I heard a fairy soul shouting at the top of his lungs, and immediately I saw thousands of fairy souls rushing towards me.
Compared with Xuan Ming, the gap between these immortal souls is not even a little bit.
After all, there are not many immortals in the huge Lingxiao Palace. As for these emperor realms and the immortal souls of the emperor realm, even outside, he, Ye Xingchen, doesn't take it seriously, let alone in this bloody world.
In the sea, they can only use 50% of their strength at most.
"You two, help Wu Ling'er guard this place and don't let any fish that slip through the net disturb her." Ye Xingchen said nothing, held out the Long Huang Demon Suppressing Bell, and went straight to meet her.
These immortal souls are of great benefit to the Ghost King in Infinite Purgatory. How could he let go of such a rare opportunity? After all, the strength of these immortal souls is not low. After being sent to Infinite Purgatory, they will definitely be able to
The strength of those ghost kings has been greatly improved.
"Hey, that ancient clock in the young master's hand, why does it look familiar to me?" The Ghost King frowned, looked at the Longhuang Demonic Suppression Clock with a suspicious look on his face, and muttered.
"Me too..." Ancestor Shura standing aside nodded and said, "I seem to have seen it somewhere? But I can't remember it for a moment."
"The treasure of the Yin Ruins?" the Ghost King said.
"No..." Ancestor Shura licked his lips and said: "There is no ghost energy on the ancient clock, the life energy of the dragon clan? And it is not weak?"
"Dragon...Dragon clan?" The Ghost King shrank his pupils and said with a trembling voice, "I...I remembered, yes, it's the ancestral dragon?"