Facing Zhenjun Ruyi's compliment, Chen Yang naturally did not lose himself, but added again: "Of course, there is another important premise, that is, the information you gave me is accurate enough to confirm that there is no senior person in the opposite camp.
Warlock."
"The warlocks in the Shura world are far inferior to those in our fairy world, and high-level warlocks are already rare. The opposing camp has fought against us so many times. If there were warlocks, they would have stood up long ago. How could they wait until now." Zhenjun Ruyi looked determined.
said.
"Yes!" Chen Yang nodded and said, "Then let everyone come in and discuss it together!"
"Okay!" True Lord Ruyi responded and immediately asked everyone to go into the tent to discuss matters.
If it is possible to achieve what Chen Yang said, it is conceivable that after the success of this battle, both Chen Yang and Zhenjun Ruyi's status in the minds of everyone will be greatly improved at any time, especially Chen Yang.
Just when Chen Yang and others were discussing the battle with True Lord Shura, in the Shura camp, three extremely powerful fifth-order and half-step Ancestral Realm Shura were each leading a team at this moment.
"Nightmare Shura, how are your preparations?" Cold-faced Shura, one of the leading brothers in the Shura world, came to a separate large tent.
In this camp, there was actually a huge blood pool. The blood in the blood pool not only smelled fishy, but was also steaming. It was constantly rolling in the pool, looking extremely evil.
Next to the blood pool, an old Shura man looked as skinny as a stick, like a candle in the wind, as if he might suddenly fall to the ground at any time.
A dignified Shura strongman of the third and a half-step ancestor level actually looked like he was about to die. No matter who it was, he would understand with just one glance that the technique this guy practiced was definitely not a grand technique, but that kind of technique.
A sinister and evil method.
But this is a third-level and a half-step ancestral realm Shura, a skinny old man who looks shaky, but he is famous in the Shura camp, second only to the three fifth-level and half-step ancestral realm Shura.
"Sir Cold Face, don't worry!" The skinny old man opened his sunken eyelids, and his flabby facial muscles seemed to be covered with a dead face, making him feel eerie and terrifying at a glance.
"We have paid a lot for your blood pool. If you can't give everyone a satisfactory result in the end, even I won't be able to stand up for you." Cold-faced Shura had light shining around him, filling the surrounding area with light.
Isolated by the stench, I was unwilling to even look at the nightmare Shura in front of me from beginning to end.
"Lord Leng Mian, I know what you want to say." The hoarse voice of the skinny old man Nightmare Shura sounded: "But this blood pool only collects one-third of the blood of the practitioners of the immortal camp, especially a few
There is even no blood left by the fifth-level and half-step ancestors. Even if I succeed in the sacrifice, the effect will be much different from what we expected at the beginning."
Hearing this, the cold-faced Shura frowned slightly, Nightmare Shura mentioned this old story again. In order to collect the blood, they had suffered a lot during the battle, but the Nightmare Shura in front of them disliked the amount of blood they collected.
Far from enough.
"Do you think the Half-footed Ancestors from the Immortal World camp are so easy to deal with? With just this blood, several of our companions have died at the hands of the Immortal World camp." Cold-faced Shura said with dissatisfaction.
"Sir Leng Mian, the curse of the blood pool is not an easy task. Moreover, this plan was first proposed by you, Leng Mian, in the past, and then it was unanimously approved by the other two Shura masters." Although Nightmare Shura said it
He is an adult, but he doesn't have much respect for the cold-faced Shura.
"How much more do you need?" Cold-faced Shura's face darkened. Now that things had happened, he couldn't say anything more.
"At least one-third of the blood is still needed. It would be even more perfect if we could collect the blood of the three fifth-order and half-step ancestors from the opposite camp. By then, once the blood pool curse is successful, it will be our Shura camp.
When killing the Immortal Realm camp, not to mention killing all of them, at least 90% of them can be killed." Nightmare Shura mentioned his request, but he did not forget to impress Cold Noodle Shura.
Hearing the cake drawn by Nightmare Shura, Cold-faced Shura naturally had no doubts, because he had personally seen the power of the blood pool curse. This terrible cultivation method was not only evil, but also difficult to guard against.
"I will try my best to satisfy your request. But if you fail to bring us the results we want in the end, I don't need to mention how serious the consequences will be!" Cold-faced Shura agreed to the other party's request.
"Don't worry, Sir Leng Mian!" Nightmare Shura was very confident in his curse method.
The cold-faced Shura left the camp, unwilling to stay here any longer. After going out, he directly found two other strong Shura men from the fifth and half-step ancestral realm and informed Nightmare Shura of his request.
"You still need one-third of the blood?" When Yanhuo Shura heard what Cold-faced Shura said, his face instantly darkened, and he snorted coldly: "Is this Nightmare Shura using our strength to cultivate, or is he helping us to kill the immortal world?
A cultivator from the camp?"
"As soon as he opened his mouth and said that, we would have to fight for him, and some Shura would even pay his life for it. If we had known this, we shouldn't have placed all our hopes on him." Yanhuo Shura's face was full of indignation, and he was very angry.
It means giving up the job.
"Fire Shura, things have come to this point. If we give up now, won't all our previous efforts be in vain? Those dead Shura may not be able to rest in peace even if they return to the Sea of Marks." Cold-faced Shura hurriedly said
Say words of comfort.
"Cold-faced Shura, if it wasn't for your sake, I wouldn't have agreed to this at the beginning. To collect one-third of the blood from the Immortal World camp, doesn't this mean that we will have another comprehensive battle with the practitioners of the Immortal World?
The battle may not even be completed in one go, but will have to be fought twice." Yanhuo Shura frowned. Bayi Chinese Website
"Stop complaining. As long as we can do what Nightmare Shura said and finally kill more than 90% of the half-step ancestors in the immortal camp, then all the efforts will be worth it, and the three of us will also gain heaven for it.
Big credit." Ye Ming Shura, who had been silent for the whole time, said.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, neither the cold-faced Shura nor the grumbling Fire Shura no longer objected, but their eyes shone with light. Such merit was indeed enough for them to go one step further.
"Let's discuss it carefully and prepare for another all-out battle with the cultivators from the Immortal World camp. It's still the old rules. We each lead a team and act separately to prevent the people from the Immortal World camp from noticing anything unusual." Ye.
Ming Shura finally made the decision. Nightmare Shura's plan must be implemented and must succeed.