"Outside hell! How do you know?"

Zhaoming was stunned. Most of the blood demons holding the sword in Chaos Bell's mouth were Shura. He didn't understand how Shura went to hell, and he couldn't understand how Chaos Bell knew.

Chaos Bell hummed a few times, and was extremely proud: "If you don't look at who this Bell is, there is nothing in the world that can stump me."

Unable to see its awesome appearance, Zhaoming couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Stop bragging. After coming out with me from Tianwaitian, I have never seen you beat anyone!"

The first opponent, Daozu Hongjun, was defeated and sealed. The second opponent, the demon clan Luohu, was defeated and sealed again. The third opponent, the high priest of the witch clan, was photographed and almost disappeared.

This is a bit heart-wrenching. It’s not that the Chaos Bell is not strong, but that the opponent is too powerful. And the first one directly sealed more than 90% of his strength, so naturally he couldn’t beat the few later.

That's the case, but it's still enough to make Chaos Bell weaker and become angry and embarrassed: "Don't call me next time you have something to do!"

As soon as the words fell, they turned into a stream of light and drilled back into Zhaoming's body.

"You... are a bit too much. Yellow River No. 1 will definitely annoy you." Xue Yuhua covered her mouth and smiled.

"Don't care!" Zhaoming didn't care. Although he seemed to have offended this guy for the time being, he still got the key information.

The two immediately soared into the air and headed towards hell.

Hell and the Sea of ​​Blood are two major evil places that are well-known far and wide in the Abyss Demon Realm. One is the natural cave, with a sea of ​​blood, and the other is the death cave, where the dead energy spreads.

Among the rumors, except for the Great Demon Emperor Nine-headed Emperor, Taoist Ancestor Hongjun and Demon Ancestor Luohu once entered to see the truth, and no one in the world had ever been in. Even people like Sun Jiuyang kept shaking their heads when they heard this place, and did not dare to act rashly.

The two places are not very far apart, and with Zhaoming's strength, less than two hours later, he felt the breath of death that seemed to be devouring everything.

Beside the boundless breath of death, I felt a surging breath of blood sea, at the realm of the Immortal King.

Another blood-cultivation aura in the sub-saint realm was suppressed, and it was Shura.

After feeling the aura of the Immortal King, Zhaoming was slightly shocked. It was not Rakshasa, but the ancestor of the Styx. He didn't understand why the ancestor of the Styx took action himself, but judging from the murderous intent sensed in the blood and energy, Zhaoming knew that Shura was in danger.

Immediately, regardless of Xue Yuhua, I tried my best to go to the Pear Immortal Step and Fire Escape, so fast that it was indescribable to approach hell.

"boom!"

After a loud noise, a strange sound rang out, and the blood and energy were like a sword. Shura, who was the first to be invaded, danced randomly with the Blood Shadow Sword in his hand. Although he defended many attacks, his strength was still different. He was penetrated by the blood sword and almost nailed to the ground.

At this time, he held a knife in one hand and held a tall Shura clan in the other hand, with an extraordinary aura. In the sub-saint realm, he should be the last Rakshasa Marshal.

The Rakshasa Marshal's eyes were closed and motionless. He should have lost consciousness. Blood patterns gushed out of Shura's hands and wrapped them around, like a huge blood cocoon.

It is clear that a bulge of blood was pulled out of Marshal Rakshasa and poured into Shura's body. He was absorbing Marshal Rakshasa's blood and energy, but he did not accomplish it overnight as before, but proceeded slowly.

Not far away, the Rakshasa woman was covered by a slutty body and looked at the battlefield with horror. Judging from the breath of blood, it should have been arranged by the ancestor of the Styx to protect her.

In the void, a bloody energy swelled, like a huge red sky curtain. Half of the body of the Ancestor of the Styx was connected to the red sky curtain, looking at Shura with a sneer on his face.

"I originally wanted the Rakshasa King to deal with you by myself, so I never cared about you. I didn't expect you to come to the door by asking for death. During the Rakshasa King's retreat, I will let the ancestor deal with you by himself."

"Although it's a pity to let you die now, I can clean up one of them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a red thunder flashing in the red sky curtain. When he looked at it, it turned out to be like a heavenly tribulation. The thunder condensed and instantly turned into a roaring sword and slashed down at Shura.

The sword intent is proud, the blood is surging, and the murderous intent is as solid as the essence.

In this sword, the Ancestor of the Styx used at least eight points of his strength, and with his ultimate Immortal King's realm, it was enough to erase Shura.

"It's not that easy to kill me!"

Shura shouted loudly, although he was not afraid, the blood and sweat on his temples exposed his heart and felt a huge danger.

He had no doubt that if he absorbed this Rakshasa Marshal himself would definitely be able to attract the Immortal King Tribulation.

Although Shura is crazy, he is not stupid, especially in some crisis moments, he will unexpectedly calm down. It is of no benefit to him to attract the Immortal King Tribulation at this moment. The Ancestor of the Styx will never watch him quietly over the tribulation, and then he will be attacked from both sides.

He did not have a furnace body refining like Zhaoming. Once such a situation occurs, there will be only one result: death.

He also thought in his heart that he was careless, thinking that holding the Rakshasa woman hostage as a threat would give him the opportunity to take Marshal Rakshasa away. Unexpectedly, the ancestor of the Styx was so powerful that he actually borrowed the blood of a Rakshasa soldier to transform into the deity and suddenly took action.

Being caught off guard, not only was he injured, but he also lost his biggest hostage.

At this moment, facing the killing move of the Styx Ancestor, he was in a dilemma. He either absorbed Marshal Rakshasa, restored his strength, and forced himself to survive this move, but this was unintentional to drink poison to quench his thirst, which would inevitably lead to the heavenly tribulation. Or he could only take over the opponent's killing move with a seriously injured body, and the possibility of death was more than 90%.

Between life and death, a violent aura emerged, and a loud shout, the blood pattern emitted a dazzling light, and the left arm was like a whale swallowing a dragon, sucking Marshal Rakshasa cleanly.

"Ah!" The Rakshasa girl screamed in fear.

The eight Rakshasa Marshals said they were subordinates, but they had a close relationship with Rakshasa King. They watched the Rakshasa girl grow up, to some extent, like her uncle.

Several Rakshasa Marshals had died because of her before, and this was the last one. Unexpectedly, they could not escape the Shura Demon Claws.

At this moment, she regretted it very much. If she hadn't had to go to the entrance of the Blood Sea to relax, how could such a thing have happened? She even hated Shura even more. She never expected that this crazy guy would really dare to come to the Blood Sea.

After absorbing Marshal Rakshasa, Shura's injuries recovered at an indescribable speed, and his aura continued to rise. In the blink of an eye, he already felt like the realm of an immortal king.

The vast ocean of blood qi has transformed into substance, and the Shura at this moment is like a bloody sun, illuminating all directions.

"ah!"

With a loud shout, the Blood Shadow Mad Sword is like Xing Tian's blade, slashing the sky against the back.

The Evil Buddha of Blood appeared behind him, holding the blood-colored Zen Staff in one hand and pinching the skeleton Buddhist beads in the other. The last Marshal of Rakshasa flew up, and all the flesh and blood disappeared, turning into a skull and sank into the skeleton Buddhist beads string.

Eight skeletons and eight Buddhist beads emitted the blood of evil spirits, but they emitted bursts of Buddhist sounds singing, which was extremely strange.

The man and the Buddha made the same move, the Blood Shadow Mad Sword and the Blood-colored Zen Staff were combined into one, and they faced the Blood-colored Heavenly Sword with Shura's roar.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the blood-colored Heavenly Sword was blocked, but it was not dispersed.

The same blood and energy power bombarded wildly. The Blood Shadow Crazy Sword and the Blood-colored Zen Staff clamped the sky sword, storming and rumbling, like thunder, shaking everywhere.

Even with the protection of the ancestor of the Styx, the Rakshasa girl was scared to death. In such a battle, as long as a slight force affects her, she will undoubtedly die.

"Bang!"

The Heavenly Sword finally shattered, but Shura's situation became even worse.

The blood-colored Zen stick shattered and disappeared along with the evil Buddha of blood. The eight skeletons and Buddhist beads sang the Buddha's sounds, blocking most of the aftermath for it and also dissipating.

The Blood Shadow Mad Sword flew high and landed in the distance. Shura's fat body was like a huge ball rolling in the void, smashing a huge deep pit on the ground, bounced up high, and then smashing several deep pits before stopping.

"Wow!"

He turned over and immediately vomited a large mouthful of blood, his breath was messy. After fighting, his situation was worrying.

"You have the talent for blood cultivation that is incomparable to even the Rakshasa King. Unfortunately... it's just a little too anxious!" The Ancestor of the Styx smiled faintly in the air. The tough battle just now did not hurt him at all.

"If you are honest, it would be great if you wait until you break through to the Immortal King realm before coming to the door. This is the real peak battle. The Rakshasa king will not feel regretful, and I am more interested."

"Of course, if you have to absorb Marshal Rakshasa to advance to the Immortal King, then I can only say that you are just like this! A strong man in blood cultivation must be able to control the ** who can increase his strength by absorbing blood and energy, so that he can truly become a strong man."

"This is also the reason why there are many blood demons in the world, but only my blood sea can become famous. Because they are all lost in their greedy nature, only we know clearly that talent is for cultivation, not just for survival."

Shura was stunned and stopped breathing. Although the ancestor of the Styx was teasing him at this moment, what he said was unreasonable. Over the years, he had been relying on devouring blood and energy to improve his strength, but he had not truly realized it carefully and practiced well.

When I compared my elder brother Zhaoming again, I couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

Zhaoming's strength has been steadily improved in the face of hardships, but he has used tricks to be quick and instant benefits.

Although I have always felt in my heart in the early years that as long as I can improve my cultivation and give myself enough strength to take revenge, everything doesn’t matter.

But in recent years, I have begun to feel confused and confused, so I no longer think about improving myself, but instead think about absorbing weak people like Marshal Rakshasa.

"I didn't expect that your belief was so weak. I wanted to see a battle between the two of you, but now it seems that there is no need!"

"I'll send you on the road if you are entangled by fate!"

The ancestor of the Styx shouted loudly, and a huge blood-colored energy ball turned into the red sky, like a sun star condensed by blood, and blasted towards Shura with a wild and majestic aura.
Chapter completed!