After Ye Dongwei pondered for a moment, he suddenly swayed and came to the sky of this world. His powerful spiritual thoughts were divided into two, two into four, and four into eight, until they were divided into tens of thousands of parts and merged into everything.
In the souls of Blood Prison disciples.
"I am Ye Dong, the Lord of the Blood Prison. Today, I will teach you and other Blood Prison disciples, teach you and resolve their doubts!"
Since Zhou Longcheng helped Ye Dong plant the seeds of the Blood Hell Sect and let the seeds emerge from the ground, then Ye Dong naturally couldn't really harvest all this for free. He had to use his own actions to irrigate it and let it grow.
Can grow more vigorously.
The best way is naturally to preach to these Blood Hell disciples.
Although Ye Dong does not think that his strength is very strong, it is more than enough to preach to these mortal monks. Especially his insights from decades of practice and his identity as the founder will open a completely new door for these people.
A new and different door to practice.
Tens of thousands of Blood Prison disciples, Ye Dong's voice sounded deep in their souls at the same time, making them excited, and the look of reverence on their faces became even stronger. Naturally, all of them maintained a posture of prostrating themselves, facing Ye Dong.
He worshiped the statue deeply, which made the power of faith stronger.
Just when Ye Dong was concentrating on preaching, his clone had entered another world marked by Xia Mingyue!
This world is just one of the thousands of worlds in the Conferred God War, and there is nothing special about it. However, in the past few days, it has been extremely lively. Monks from all walks of life have entered this world in order to hunt down a young man!
At this moment, the young man was sitting cross-legged among the mountains, with a calm expression, and his eyes were as clear as lake water. However, in this clarity, there was a hint of melancholy and sadness.
On his knees, there is a sword, a stone sword!
Although this stone sword looks very ordinary, its style is very old and full of vicissitudes of life. It can be seen at a glance that it has existed for a long time.
The young man suddenly sighed, looked at the stone sword, and said to himself: "Ancestor, since the prison master taught me the first sword technique of the Buhui Sword, seven years have passed.
, I have mastered the second sword technique myself, but I can’t understand the third move no matter what, and I can’t even pull out the sword you left behind!”
This young man is naturally the descendant of Jian Zun Jun Bu Hui, Jun Aotian!
Since the moment he entered the Conferred God War, he had been separated from Ye Dong and others. Until now, more than seven years have passed and he has never seen Ye Dong again, which made him miss him very much.
, this ancestor’s junior brother can also be regarded as his master to a certain extent. After all, it was he who taught him the first form of no regrets.
At this moment, Jun Aotian suddenly closed his mouth, and the trace of melancholy and dejection in his eyes was instantly wiped away. Instead, two rays of light burst out. The stone sword on his knees disappeared immediately, and appeared in his hand.
He picked up a long bloody sword - Blood Sacrifice, and at the same time, he stood up suddenly.
As he stood up, he seemed to be transformed into a sword at this moment. If Ye Dong were here at this moment, he would definitely let out a sound of admiration. This young man who was timid and lacked self-confidence at the beginning, after being tempered in the Conferred God War, has become
He has really grown up, especially in his body, there is a faint birth of sword intention, at least a trace of the sword master's style back then!
On the surrounding mountains, several figures suddenly appeared, and these figures were half human and half bird. They were obviously not real humans, but the ancient barbarian monster clan, and one of the ten most powerful clans, the Shenluan clan!
Luan is said to be a descendant of the Phoenix, and the Shenluan tribe has gradually grown stronger through this. It is born with the ability to control fire and has occupied a place among the ten tribes. It is almost the same as the ghost and demon tribe that Ye Dong fought against back then.
Speaking of which, Jun Aotian was also unlucky. Although his timid and unconfident personality had changed, he rarely took the initiative to find trouble in the Conferred God War. However, seven days ago, he took out a
When he was in Buhui Sword Realm, he didn't expect to be discovered by a member of the Shenluan Clan, and he reached out to snatch it, but he was killed by him instead.
So in this way, he completely offended the entire Shenluan clan and was hunted down by them all the way. After running away for seven consecutive days, Jun Aotian was really angry and simply stopped running away and waited here.
Let's settle this group of Shenluan people.
On the tops of the mountains, there are as many as fifty or sixty Shenluan tribe members, among whom the highest cultivation level has reached the peak of Danxiao realm, and the lowest cultivation level is also at Yuxiao realm.
Jun Aotian's cultivation is also in the Danxiao realm, and has reached the fourth level. Logically speaking, he is far invincible, but he is a sword cultivator, the most offensive cultivator, so at this moment, even if he faces the peak barbaric monster
, and not afraid at all.
An old man with long fiery red hair and a human-shaped bird's beak looked at Jun Aotian below with disdain and said: "Humph, a mere human dares to kill my Shenluan tribe. You really don't know whether to live or die. Capture him!"
Revenge for the same clan is just a pretense for the Shenluan clan. Their real purpose is to take a fancy to Jun Aotian's swordsmanship and Buhui Sword World!
An independent world is something that any force or monk would be jealous of!
Following the old man's order, ten people from the surrounding Shenluan tribe suddenly walked out, stretched out a pair of red wings from their armpits, and with a slight flap, ten groups of monstrous fire winds surged out and swept towards Jun Aotian.
Jun Aotian looked calm and stood there, motionless. Even the blood sacrifice in his hand was drooping with the tip of the sword. Just when the ten fire winds were about to rush in front of him, a hot and sharp airflow suddenly burst out from his body.
, soaring into the sky.
"Chichichi!"
This air flow was like a sharp sword, easily piercing the nine fire winds from the middle. Only one fire wind escaped and suddenly struck in front of Jun Aotian.
"Alas, the sword power is still not enough!"
Jun Aotian sighed slightly in his heart, raised his left hand, and suddenly an animal claw appeared and struck hard in front of the fire wind, causing it to disappear into smoke.
"Roar!"
A beastly roar full of anger and disdain came out from Jun Aotian's body. The voice was arrogant and majestic, as if he was mocking the Shenluan tribesman who overestimated his abilities.
When the old man heard this roar, his complexion suddenly changed: "How does this sound like a dragon's roar! No, we can't delay with him any longer, let's fight quickly!"
After the words fell, the old man suddenly opened his red wings behind him, which were astonishingly a hundred feet long, covering the sky. He suddenly flapped his wings, and countless fiery red burning fire feathers rushed out from his wings, in the air.
A huge phantom of the divine dragon suddenly gathered in the sky. With a high-pitched roar and a terrifying heat wave that could burn everything, it rushed towards Jun Aotian.
At the same time, in the sky somewhere in this world, a golden true dragon suddenly appeared. Its huge body suddenly shrank, and the golden light surged, turning into the appearance of Ye Dong.
Before he could search with his spiritual thoughts, he heard the roar like a dragon's roar, and a smile appeared on his face: "Long Zi avoids the water, it looks like this is Jun Aotian, long time no see!"