Just when Ji Haoyue was about to end the battle, the heaven and earth shook, and blood filled the sky from the Demon Emperor's Yin Tomb. The blood was like a tide, and it gave people a creepy feeling even if they didn't get close.
Ji Haoyue had no choice but to give up her plan to continue taking action and directly called out his black alchemy furnace and took herself inside.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for defeating the opponent and gaining 224 points."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for defeating Daxia Prince Xia Yiming, and will be rewarded with three free opportunities to draw primary attribute cards."
Hearing the mechanical sound of the system, Ji Haoyue finally felt at ease. After fighting for a long time, it was not without gains. At least the system recognized his victory, which was enough.
All the young masters almost chose the same method as him to resist the erosion of blood and light.
Xia Yiming, the prince of Great Xia, ducked to her sister's side. Her sister had already opened a five-color treasure umbrella, and the five-color treasure light was falling down, blocking everything.
In addition, the young heroes each summoned protective treasures, including tripods, furnaces, towers...
The bloody light made the entire ancient ruins look miserable, accompanied by panicked screams.
"Boom!"
The blood-colored light did not disappear all at once. It lasted for about three breaths. The entire primitive ruins were enveloped in the blood-colored light. The place became desolate, strange, and extremely terrifying.
At this moment, people hundreds of miles away felt palpitations. The monks all knew that something earth-shattering seemed to be happening over there at the Demon Emperor's Yin Tomb!
"Boom boom boom boom..."
When the blood light dissipated, Ji Haoyue jumped out of the alchemy furnace and looked towards the Demon Emperor's Yin Tomb, where blood light filled the sky, and several figures rose into the sky, fighting fiercely.
Ji Haoyue saw several dark and cold corpse demons. They were the demon generals who died in battle before the Demon Emperor was alive, and they were all refined into Yin soldiers guarding his tomb!
These corpse demon Yin soldiers are all comparable to half-step powerful men. Their bodies are so powerful that even if they are hit with a psychic treasure weapon, sparks will fly out and it will be no big deal.
Of course, Ji Haoyue knew that the Demon Emperor was not dead at all, and the treasure here was only opened to fulfill his descendants.
If the human race wants to take advantage, they will never get any benefits, and they are destined to suffer heavy casualties.
At that moment, the surroundings had become mountains of corpses and bones, completely turning into a demonic land. Looking from a distance, the original ruins that were lively just now became lifeless and full of resentment, as if every inch of the land was stained with the blood of monks, and very few people could survive.
There are not many, and all of them are the elite of the elite, or have great abilities.
Those corpses were turned into white bones, and most of their flesh and blood were melted by the bloody light.
Ji Haoyue put away the dark alchemy furnace and looked at Hua Yunfei, who had just played the piano, speechlessly. You are quite smart and know how to travel far away. You always hold parties, and you have deceived many people who came here because of your reputation.
The monks under my command.
Ji Haoyue knew that many monks were self-aware. The purpose of coming here was not to compete for treasures at all. They just listened to the young talents of the younger generation gathering here, so they came here in admiration, hoping to experience them.
The result was that his life was handed down in one fell swoop.
Bloody facts prove that curiosity killed the cat.
There are also hundreds of people brought by these young talents in total.
What was the result? The bloody light struck too fast just now, and most of them died at once, while the rest were still injured. Those who were truly intact were either powerful or had life-saving cards.
This is the world of monks, far more cruel than what Ji Haoyue has ever seen.
"Master Tripitaka, how about we come down and get together?"
At this moment, Hua Yunfei spoke, interrupting Ji Haoyue's feelings.
"Amitabha, it's hard to refuse such hospitality. We just had a great battle with this brother. It was very enjoyable. Let's rest for a while and fight again."
Ji Haoyue put her palms together and said carelessly.
Hua Yunfei was speechless after hearing Ji Haoyue's words. He had a bad feeling. When the monk said the last two words, he was clearly speaking to him.
Ji Haoyue still walked in the air, with lotus growing every step, and fell towards the green mountain peak.
The blood light just now only hurt living things, but had no effect on flowers, plants and trees.
"Amitabha, little nun, why are you looking at this poor monk so angry?"
Ji Haoyue noticed that everyone looked at him with curiosity, and many people had faint smiles on their faces, expressing their goodwill.
The little nun looked very angry, and her bulging little face was so cute.
Ji Haoyue didn't know where she provoked her. Wasn't it just a fight with her brother? Isn't it normal for monks to fight?
Besides, her brother wasn't injured either, so he couldn't be so stingy!
"Hmph, you fake monk and big liar!"
The little nun rolled her eyes at Ji Haoyue and whispered softly.
The people present were all highly cultivated, spiritually aware, and had keen hearing. They could hear the little nun's words clearly.
Ji Haoyue also felt a slight thump in her heart. The secret was revealed. Logically speaking, it was impossible!
"You are a fake nun. Your hair has not been shaved, and the poor monk has not exposed you. How can you slander me? The poor monk wants to fight you."
Ji Haoyue didn't believe that the little nun could see through his transformation technique.
Ever since his magical power, Soaring into the Clouds and Riding on the Mist for six rounds, even ordinary powerful people have been unable to see through Ji Haoyue's transformation skills.
"You, you are a big bad guy. I am a Buddhist monk. The eminent Buddhist monks are gentle and gentle. They don't like to be competitive. But you start fighting when you open your mouth. You are the monk."
After the little nun heard Ji Haoyue's words, she was almost angry and cried. She hid behind her elder brother with tears in her eyes and said timidly.
Ji Haoyue felt helpless when she heard the little nun's aggrieved and slightly crying voice. By accident, she almost made a little kid cry. It's a sin, a sin.
However, seeing that he was still smiling, there was no trace of embarrassment.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the little nun completely felt that Ji Haoyue was consistent with the image of a Buddhist monk in her heart, so she said that he was a fake monk.
Thinking about the palm technique Ji Haoyue used just now, you can be sure that it is the authentic Buddhist palm technique.
As for Ji Haoyue's belligerence, everyone laughed. The monk really didn't like to fight, so he just coaxed the children.
Which powerful monk has never killed someone? He has not grown up through countless killings.
Although monks cultivate the Tao and live forever, they cannot avoid fighting with heaven, earth, and people.
Cultivation pays attention to the wealth and land of the Dharma couple. No matter where you are born, you need to fight for these four things.
"Master Tripitaka, my sister-in-law is ignorant, so please don't be surprised."
This is when Xia Yiming, the prince of Daxia, spoke.
He said this not because he was afraid of Ji Haoyue, but because her sister directly said that this bellicose monk was a fake monk and could easily offend others.
It's easy to hide with an open gun, but hurt with a hidden arrow. If this bellicose monk is narrow-minded, gets offended, harbors grudges, and secretly does harm to her sister, with his strong combat power, he is simply impossible to guard against.
"It's okay, your sister is very cute, and I like her very much."
Ji Haoyue said carelessly.
The speaker has no intention, the listener has the intention!
Daxia Prince Xia Yiming's face suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he wanted to beat this monk to death for talking nonsense.