There are nearly seven or eight of these third-level blood souls! And there are also extremely powerful beings like Zhichang and Chixue.
If there are still others, then others really don’t have to live anymore.
Du Jinming's face was already dull, and his expression was frozen there.
Looking at Ling Tian, he suddenly felt helpless.
It was like a pebble under his feet that suddenly turned into a huge mountain pressing on his head one day. This feeling drove him crazy.
"Haha, if you still haven't come out, do you want me to invite you to come out?"
But at this moment, Dai Bingde looked at the jade medal of war achievements and sneered.
"What?"
“What does Mr. De mean?”
"Is it possible that there is a blood soul inside?"
"Yes, it seems that not only does it exist, but it is also very special and can resist being absorbed by the merit list!"
For a moment, everyone's nerves became alert again and they looked at the case.
"Huh, if that's the case, then don't be rude!"
After a long while, the jade plaque still didn't respond. Dai Bingde's face was stunned, and the gold pen in his hand turned into a sharp sword, and he chopped it down directly.
"Crack!"
The jade plaque shattered in response.
And a dark red blood soul with a hint of golden light suddenly rushed towards him!
"Haha, little prince of the deserted tribe, do you still want to run away?"
Dai Bingde laughed wildly and held the blood soul in his hands, a hand made of mist.
"The golden-red blood soul, the golden blood of the barbarians!"
"Oh my god, it's really Ao Jie, the number one genius of the Huangyi tribe!"
"Ling Tian even killed Ao Jie!"
This time, not only the generals from the city lord's palace, but also Cheng Sanjin and several of his generals suddenly stood up from their seats and were shocked when they looked at the blood soul in Dai Bingde's hand!
The golden blood of the barbarians, the Southern Tang Dynasty and the human race have been fighting against each other for many years, but no golden blood soul has appeared.
The golden bloodline is really important to the barbarians, just like the royal family of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Although Ao Jie's golden bloodline is not very pure, it is still enough to grow into the king of the barbarians in the northern part of Shiwanmang Mountain.
And this kind of golden bloodline that has not yet grown up will be protected even more. Once they grow up, they will rarely fail.
Even if they are defeated, they can use the power of their blood to escape and ascend to heaven.
But even so, Ao Jie still died.
Died at the hands of Ling Tian.
"Who the hell is this Ling Tian? Ao Jie was actually killed by him! And look at the time that kid paid the blood soul just now. Brother Cheng, isn't he trying to steal your limelight?"
Behind Cheng Feiyu, a warrior suddenly said.
"Damn it, these local dogs in Lingnan!"
Cheng Feiyu's face was already as gloomy as water.
Ling Tian killed Ao Jie, and after a while even if he produced more blood souls, he would still be at a disadvantage.
This time the merit ceremony has not ended yet, Lingnan Zhanyi’s merit list already has an owner!
And he himself, despite all the efforts of the Qingjia Army, wanted to win the first place in the Battle of Lingnan, but he couldn't!
"Ling Tian, I remember you, just wait for me!"
Cheng Feiyu gritted his teeth and roared word by word.
"Ao Jie"
When Yun Yang saw the blood soul, he was also shocked and immediately shouted out.
"Damn it! Even after death, I have to suffer the humiliation of your human race! Yun Yang, the grudge between you and me has not been settled yet!" Ao Jie, who was in the body of a blood soul, looked at Yun Yang with incomparable resentment and cried with blood.
"Haha, yes, but you have lost the qualification to settle with me!" Yun Yang said with his hands behind his back.
Since Ao Jie died at the hands of Ling Tian, he would naturally not put Ao Jie in an equal position to him.
"you!"
Ao Jie was about to shout angrily, but he felt that the remaining power of his blood was already being devoured by Sui Ji crazily. This little bit of spiritual thought collapsed in just a moment.
"Haha, Yun Yang, don't be complacent. Even though I'm dead, you can't even think about it easy! You are no match for him. In Yunzhou, he will step on your head and fly to the sky! Hahahaha, I'm here
Huangquan Road is waiting for you!"
After saying that, Ao Jie looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.
"What do you mean?" Yun Yang's eyes flashed and became cold.
Ling Tian, who had been wandering around, heard this and looked over, but his face showed no emotion.
Before this Ao Jie died, he learned the tricks of conspiracy.
"What a shame, a barbarian blood soul wants to alienate our human race! Let's destroy it!"
Dai Bingde's expression changed, and he tried hard with his hands to crush Ao Jie's blood soul.
"Don't think that we barbarians don't know why the Imperial Court of the Southern Tang Dynasty created this list of meritorious deeds. Haha, treat them as tools, you wait."
Before Ao Jie was about to die, his crazy words were so fast that before others could hear him clearly, they were instantly crushed to pieces by Dai Bingde, whose face changed drastically.
"Okay! Ling Tian, your blood soul has been paid!"
Dai Bingde called out softly, waking up the slightly stunned Ling Tian.
"Oh, thank you Mr. De!" Ling Tian quickly handed over his hand, but the words Ao Jie said before his death kept flashing in his heart.
This merit list is indeed no ordinary thing!
"The Ziyun Sect's battle merits have been completely paid, now let me make another announcement!"
Dai Bingde's voice was as usual, not affected by Ao Jie at all. He cleared his throat and started singing loudly.
"The Ziyun Sect paid a total of 515 disciples for their war merits! A total of ten third-class blood souls were paid, and a total of twelve thousand fourth-class blood souls were paid!"
"hiss!"
"Twelve thousand Dao, could it be that Ling Tian killed more than three thousand mid-level barbarians by himself?"
"Oh my God, this man is the living god of murder. He's so cruel!"
"Don't you think you should be surprised that Ling Tian killed seven high-level barbarians by himself?"
Dai Bingde's singing and shouting echoed throughout the Lingnan camp, and the sounds of breathing in and out came one after another.