Nie Heng was right there, the young man on the hillside with his white shirt flying and a calm smile on his face.
The marrow-devouring blood array below is still surging with a sea of blood. Hundreds of bloody hurricanes of different thicknesses have caught up with hundreds of warriors. These warriors are of different heights and distances. Looking from a distance, everything looks like a giant beast stretching out from the sea.
It has countless tentacles and is robbing the lives of those warriors.
But after Nie Heng appeared, the turbulence of the blood sea calmed down a bit, and even the dragon-like hurricane formed by the Nine Nether Blood Fire became a bit less ferocious.
A voice sounded with uncontrollable excitement: "Master Nie Heng, I have admired you for a long time, and today I can finally see my true face. I am deeply honored!"
This is the voice of the Holy Lord!
Feeling that the Jiuyou Blood Fire that was restraining and impacting her blood and meridians was a little weaker, Kong Mingzi immediately focused her attention and also noticed and confirmed Nie Heng's arrival.
But unlike the Holy Master, Kong Mingzi has no joy, only annoyance: "Little friend, why are you still here?"
He gave Nie Heng a jade slip, which was enough to help Nie Heng master the technique of using a large basket, and also showed how to leave Yaoxian Castle.
Although he was not sure that Nie Heng could break out of the Twenty-Four Caves, at least Nie Heng should be able to reach the higher palace among the Twenty-Four Caves!
That's good. Kong Mingzi knew that the highest layers of the twenty-four caves were special. They might become new protective barriers to help Nie Heng avoid disaster...
In this case, my grandma’s spirit in heaven will be happy!
But what now?
Nie Heng actually didn't leave, and even appeared in front of the Holy Lord like a moth to a flame!
However, except for Kong Mingzi, most of the other warriors were unable to struggle. They were still losing the essence of their lifelong cultivation, and were still enduring the unbearable burning and plundering of the Nine Nether Blood Fire.
Even for Chen Yue and some warriors who should have the strength of the Martial Master Realm, even Nie Heng could not tell whether they were alive or dead at this moment.
"You know each other? That makes sense!"
However, the Holy Master noticed something from Kong Mingzi's words: "No wonder, with you, Holy One, in charge, this Holy Master can still only come in personally!"
"Aren't you here just for me?" Nie Heng asked knowingly, with a sincere smile: "In that case, why don't we sit down and talk?"
The Holy Master asked lightly: "Do you want me to put them down first?"
"Why not?"
Nie Heng scratched his head and said, "I'll be scared to see you treating them like this! After all, if you treat me like this, I'm still young and can easily be scared away by you!"
"Hahahaha..." The Holy Master laughed, and then said: "Young Sect Master Nie Heng, our Holy Sect has shown kindness to you several times! I should have invited you since the Holy Nine! But... the Young Sect Master seems very dissatisfied.
Love the toast!”
Why……
Since Nie Heng has refused the toast several times, the Holy Master seems to be planning not to give Nie Heng a chance!
After all, if you don’t eat the toast, you can only drink the penalty wine!
Nie Heng tilted his head and asked: "What is a toast? I only drink 'one pot of wine for a thousand years'!"
Is he pretending to be stupid to delay time?
Kong Mingzi was puzzled.
In his opinion, even if Nie Heng could delay, he would still be unable to defeat the Holy Lord, not to mention that the longer the delay, the more Chen Yue and others would die!
Sure enough, in the short period of time when Nie Heng was talking to the Holy Lord, more than a dozen dragon-like hurricanes disappeared.
Along with them, disappearing or retracting into the marrow-devouring blood formation, there were more than a dozen warriors who once had at least the strength of the Martial King Realm.
These warriors died completely, their souls were scattered, and their life essence had been swallowed up by the marrow-devouring blood array.
Even more warriors died before this. Kong Mingzi roughly calculated that the number was close to a thousand!
"You should be very clear that the current situation is not good for you!" The Holy Lord spoke again: "Unless your master appears, otherwise, no matter how you delay, it will not help!"
Nie Heng’s master?
This is embarrassing!
If Nie Heng really has any master, it can only be himself, and he is here now.
"Well, since you don't want to sit down and talk with me, then I don't have anything to say. Goodbye, Holy Lord!"
On the top of the mountain, Nie Heng waved his hand and turned around.
In his other hand, he had already grasped a scroll tightly: "I came here, I just want to see what you look like, so that I can try to stay away from you in the future!"
He wants to leave?
How could the Holy Lord agree?
"Nie Heng, since you are here, don't leave!"
The Holy Lord gently stretched out a finger, and the thickest bloody hurricane immediately broke through the restrictions of the large basket on the top, burning, and making a sound like a dragon's roar.
Faced with all this, even Nie Heng's heavenly consciousness could only see a blurry sea of blood coming towards him. As for the details, he could not see clearly at all!
This speed is shocking!
The terrifying spiritual power contained within is even more domineering, fierce and ruthless...
Just waiting for the hurricane to rush out like a dragon, the surrounding winds and clouds suddenly rolled back, the earth shook, and even the remaining towering trees a few miles away were all broken at this moment, and then turned into sections, sections, and pieces.
film, and eventually everything turned into rubbish...
Inside it, Nie Heng immediately flew backwards, spitting blood, and the scroll in his hand turned into ashes.
He didn't have time to use the teleportation scroll in his hand to escape?
Has he even lost his freedom?
Seeing Nie Heng being entangled by the dragon-like hurricane formed by Jiuyou's blood fire, Kong Mingzi raised his head with difficulty and closed his eyes.
He was thinking, why didn't he just use a big basket to throw this kid out of Yaoxian Castle?
He was thinking, should he not bring those words he asked Mo Wen to bring to Nie Heng?
He was still thinking, if this boy was the mighty one who was injured and whose strength had declined, or the mighty disciple that his grandma had mentioned, how would he explain to his grandma after his death?
I can’t explain it...
If you can't explain it, will you be like when you were a child, and your grandma will catch you, push you down on the bench, and spank you?
It's so embarrassing to be spanked at such an old age!
But forget it, what was lost at that time should not be a human, but a ghost!
Why……
Kong Mingzi is completely desperate!
But at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Countless Nie Hengs appeared!
Like new bamboo shoots after the rain, one by one Nie Heng burst out of the ground, flew straight into the sky, and slashed out fierce swords at different warriors.
Broken!
As countless sword gangs flashed across the sky, the dragon-like hurricanes formed by the Nine Nether Blood Fire... were actually cut off by the sword gangs one after another!
"A clone? It's that kind of clone!"
Kong Mingzi realized that he had seen Nie Heng’s clone!
"Let's go..."
At the same time, a Nie Heng appeared out of thin air next to Kong Mingzi. It was unknown whether it was his true form or a clone. As soon as he appeared, he turned his spiritual power into a sword and directly cut off the Nine Nether Blood Fire that bound Kong Mingzi.
Is this Nie Heng’s plan?
Use a clone that looks very much like yourself to attract most of the Holy Lord's attention, consume the Holy Master's spiritual power to control the marrow-devouring blood array, and at the same time use more clones to cut off the connection between hundreds of warriors and the blood array...
…
This is the first step Nie Heng is trying to do, to cut off...
In this step, he succeeded because his sword was integrated with a higher level of strange fire that could deal with and restrain the Nine Nether Blood Fire.
And he only paid the price of losing a shadow body!
The shadow-turned-virtual body has been completely swallowed up by the Nine Nether Blood Fire at this moment...