In the early morning, thousands of miles away from the Blood Soul City, Yuwen Zhouyuan stepped on the Soul-Eating Marten and flew slowly towards him.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's flying speed was not very fast. He looked at the Blood Soul City in the distance, his eyes filled with desolation and emotion. Back then, he was forced by the Blood Soul Ancestor to escape into the Dongluo River Cultivation Realm like a bereaved dog.
Death.
Today, he, Yu Wen Zhouyuan, is back, with overwhelming murderous intent and hatred like a sea of blood, coming back to avenge his shame.
Yuwen Zhouyuan has been waiting for this day for decades!
In an open space thousands of miles away from Blood Soul City, Yu Wen Zhouyuan jumped down. He looked at the people in Blood Soul City coldly, took out a storage bag without hesitation, raised his hand and pointed at the storage bag.
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In an instant, heads flew out of the storage bag. These heads belonged to none other than the descendants of the Xue family killed by Yuwen Zhouyuan along the way!
The expressions on these heads are different, but one thing is unique, that is the unwillingness and fear before death.
It turns out that every time Yuwen Zhouyuan killed a person from the Blood family, in addition to collecting the soul into the soul orb, while cremating their body to ashes with the Yin Yang Pill, he also cut off their head and put it in this storage bag.
Looking at the heads in the air, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed with hatred, and then with a strike from his hand, the heads moved in a strange trajectory, and then fell to the ground. After a while, the foundation of an altar was formed on the ground.
seat.
As the base of the human head altar was completed, a strong sense of resentment spread, a dark wind blew around, and the sky seemed a little gloomy.
This altar base is entirely made of the heads of the Blood Soul Ancestors. No matter who sees it, a chill will rise in their hearts.
After Yu Wen Zhouyuan put the last head in place, he held it up with his right hand. Immediately, the altar base built with thousands of heads rose into the air and floated behind Yu Wen Zhouyuan. Following him, he slowly walked into the blood soul.
Within the restricted formation of Qianli City.
"Ancestor of the Blood Soul, I, Yuwen Zhouyuan, are here! There will be no one left alive here today until death!" A voice filled with overwhelming hatred suddenly spread throughout the entire Blood Soul City.
At this moment, Blood Soul City suddenly fell into an unprecedented silence, but soon the silence was replaced by screams of fear.
Almost at the same time, some experts from the Blood Family discovered the tall and advancing base of the human head altar.
Gradually, more and more people saw the altar, and fear immediately filled the air.
This seems to be just the base of an altar. It seems that Yuwen Zhouyuan wants to use the heads of the Xue family to build an altar!
The Blood Soul Ancestor stood on top of the city with a gloomy expression. Beside him were four people. These three were the last remaining True Master monks of the Blood Soul Sect.
I saw these three people disappear in an instant under the finger of the Blood Soul Ancestor. When they appeared, they were already a hundred feet away in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan. As soon as these three people appeared, they immediately took out various magic weapons.
However, how could these three people stop Yu Wen Zhouyuan's final road to revenge? At this time, although Yu Wen Zhouyuan was calm in his heart, his eyes had a hint of madness. Today, he was going to take out decades of grievances.
Everything breaks out. Today, he will transform into a demon king, a bloodthirsty murderer.
There was almost no hesitation. The moment the three people appeared, "Heartbeat without Trace" suddenly moved. Under a series of invisible spiritual thoughts, the three True Master Stage monks, before they had even sacrificed their magic weapons, each one groaned miserably,
Outside their bodies, Heartbeat turned into a cage and immediately trapped them.
At the same time, Yu Wen Zhouyuan moved his body, rushed into the cage, raised the knife in his hand, and the first person's head fell to the ground, but Yu Wen Zhouyuan kicked him towards the base of the human head altar.
Human head altar, one more head!
The blood of the corpse fell from the air like a fountain and scattered all over the ground.
Then the black soul orb flashed and took away the soul of the true master!
Yuwen Zhouyuan turned around suddenly, and suddenly there were multiple flying swords in his hand. With one strike, another person's head fell to the ground.
Human head altar, one more head!
All this happened very quickly, and two of the three people were dead. The remaining one, under the prison of spiritual thoughts sent by Xindong Wuhen, lacked the power to resist at all. When Yuwen Zhouyuan shouted "Kill!" full of hatred!
"In the words, the cage that was transformed into a traceless heartbeat suddenly shrank, like thin wire mesh, cutting through this person's body.
Blood fell from the sky like rain, with pieces of vaguely minced flesh in it.
However, due to Yuwen Zhouyuan's deliberate efforts, this man's head was still intact.
Human head altar, one more head!
After killing four people in a row, Yuwen Zhouyuan stood tall and straight, looking up at the Blood Soul Ancestor in the Blood Soul City, with a cruel smile on his lips.
Seeing this smile, blood soul ancestor felt chills in his heart. Three true master-level monks were actually killed by him so easily. What level of cultivation did this Yuwen Zhouyuan achieve?
The Blood Soul Ancestor's scalp was numb, and he realized that he had made a mistake. The restrictive formations around him were obviously not set by others, but by the life-threatening evil star in front of him!
"Ancestor Blood Soul, you are well!" Yuwen Zhouyuan showed strong hatred in his eyes, but his expression became calmer and even showed a smile.
While speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan grabbed his right hand from the air and turned into a big hand. Under the sweep of the Blood Soul City, about dozens of people floated out of the Blood Soul Sect City amidst bursts of frightened screams.
Come on, among these people, there are men and women, monks and mortals.
The moment Yu Wen Zhouyuan finished speaking, he clenched his right hand, and suddenly there were several bangs. Except for the heads, the bodies of these people exploded one after another, turning into blood and falling into the Blood Soul City. A drop of blood splashed on the Blood Soul Old Man.
Zu's face suddenly trembled slightly.
Head altar, thirty-nine more heads!
"Yuwen Zhouyuan!" Blood Soul Ancestor's whole body was filled with strong murderous intent. He waved his right hand and suddenly a golden flag appeared in his hand.
With a wave of his hand, the flag suddenly erupted into mist. Then, the mist turned into a huge skeleton, roaring silently and roaring towards Yu Wen Yuan.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression was as usual, and he flicked the soul bead that had just absorbed the thirty-nine souls in the air. Under his touch, the souls of thousands of blood family members floated out of the soul bead with bursts of miserable wails.
"Ancestor Blood Soul, back then you used the souls of my parents, master, relatives and friends to force me. Today, I, Yuwen Zhouyuan, retaliate with tooth for tooth. You can devour these souls at will, and I, Yuwen Zhouyuan, will not be heartbroken." Yuwen Zhouyuan said in a calm and authentic voice.
But while he was speaking, he grabbed it with his right hand again. This time, the bodies of hundreds of Blood Soul Ancestors floated up from the Blood Soul Church City.
No matter how hard these people struggled, it had no effect. This time, the Blood Soul Ancestor gave a low shout and flicked his sleeve, and a strange wind suddenly appeared, trying to cut off Yuwen Zhouyuan's spell.
There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Yuwen Zhouyuan's mouth, and "Xin Dong Wuhen" flashed in an instant, facing the strange wind, and the strange wind immediately dissipated under the attack of "Xin Dong Wuhen".
Immediately afterwards, Yuwen Zhouyuan held his right hand, and hundreds of people exploded immediately, and their flesh and blood fell from the sky like a goddess scattering flowers.
This time, all the clansmen in the Blood Soul City could not withstand such continuous blows, and no one knew who was the one who took the lead. All they saw was sword light flying out from the city and scattering in all directions.
A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Yuwen Zhouyuan's mouth, and he pointed with his right hand, and suddenly thousands of souls on the ground dispersed in mid-air and engulfed their former clansmen.
The Blood Soul Ancestor swayed, gritted his teeth and shook the golden flag in his hand. Suddenly, the golden skeleton that had stopped moving suddenly split into thousands of parts and began to swallow those souls.
The Blood Soul Ancestor's heart was bleeding, and there was really no difference between this and killing a clansman with his own hands.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's body flashed and disappeared. When he appeared, he was already beside a Blood Soul Cult member who was running away quickly. This was a young man. He only had the cultivation level of the third level of Zhenqi stage. Ten days ago, he was still a member of the Blood Soul Cult.
He is proud of his surname blood, but now, he wishes he could sever all ties with the word blood.
But he never had this chance again. The last thing he saw in his life was the handsome, cold and stern young man who made his heart tremble. Then, a cold hand pinched his neck, and clicked.
With a sound, he breathed his last and died.
Killing another person, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body flashed again. This time, he appeared next to another Blood Soul Cult member. Although this person was a charming and charming girl, to Yuwen Zhouyuan, she was just a dead person and would not
Because she is a woman, I have a little bit of sympathy, because she is a blood girl and has no sworn relationship with him, Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Crushing this woman's jade neck, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body flashed again.
The Blood Soul Ancestor roared and flashed out, but his speed was always one minute slower than Yuwen Zhouyuan. Every time he stopped, he only saw members of the Blood Family, one less person.
This kind of grief and anger of watching the clan members die one by one, but being unable to stop it, made the blood soul ancestor almost go crazy. At this time, he suddenly saw Yuwen Zhouyuan reappearing in the distance, beside Yuwen Zhouyuan
, is a weak-headed young man. This person is the seventh-generation eldest grandson of Blood Soul Ancestor who has watched him grow up with his own eyes!
"No!!!" Blood Soul Ancestor's eyes were red and he ran out quickly.
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced coldly at the rushing Blood Soul Ancestor, and pressed his right hand on the young man's head. In the young man's hateful eyes, he spat out his spiritual power, and the young man's whole body, except for his head, turned into
A piece of flesh and blood.
"In the next life, don't be bloody!" Yuwen Zhouyuan disappeared once again after finishing the killing.
The Blood Soul Ancestor stared blankly at the bloody eldest grandson on the ground, and let out a painful roar: "Yuwen Zhouyuan! You murderous devil!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan appeared a hundred feet away and said coldly: "Does it hurt? When you killed my parents, master, relatives and friends, my heart also hurt!"
As he spoke, Yuwen Zhouyuan casually slapped his right hand, and a middle-aged man running away in panic beside him groaned miserably, and his body turned into a blur of flesh and blood.
"The reason why I killed your parents, master, relatives and friends is because you killed my son Xue Lianzi!" the Blood Soul Ancestor roared with a ferocious face.
"False, are you the only one in the world who kills others from the Blood family, but others can't resist?" Yuwen Zhouyuan sneered, and with a thought, five Yuan Shen magic weapon flying swords flew around, and dozens more people were in the Blood Soul