On the blood-colored ball, there are evil and strange runes depicted, revealing a strange and fierce aura.

These lines intertwine to form a huge vertical pupil.

Cold, ruthless, deadly and indifferent......

Inside the pupils, the loneliness and indifference of death are conveyed.

Bang!

The sea of qi descended and hit the blood-colored orb with a deafening roar.

The ball spun wildly, with a hint of weirdness, and with each turn, it could wipe out most of its attack power.

However, the power of Qi and Blood Heavenly Tilt was too great, and it was the strongest attack of the Flesh Body Grandmaster.

Even if the ball is mysterious and functional, it is difficult to support it for too long.

Sou!

The ball swayed, trembled at high speed, and finally, turned into a ray of blood and flew towards the depths of the Beibi Mountain.

It can be seen that this blow did not bring much trauma.

It escaped unharmed, and the group of bloody soldiers behind it were not so lucky.

The terrifying power lands, and even if they are immune to physical attacks, they can't withstand it.

Puff puff puff!

The muffled sound continued, and I saw that the bloody soldiers burst into pieces, turned into bloody qi, and were wiped out by the sea of blood.

Even the headless horseman of the Innate Realm couldn't hold on to an instant.

Under this blow, most of the Blood Warriors were killed.

The small half who escaped by luck lost his prestige, his breath was depressed, and he also suffered a lot of trauma.

"I'll leave it to you. ”

Qin Hao let out a low roar, turned his body, and chased towards the depths of Beibi Mountain.

Such a fierce demon and demon creature cannot let him escape.

"Quick, kill all these demons. ”

Shangqing Daoist said excitedly.

For the first time in thousands of years, the Shangqing Palace was hit so badly that it was almost wiped out.

Fortunately, the divine soldiers descended from the sky and defeated the killing gods.

The disciples of the Shangqing Palace rushed forward like hungry tigers and flocked to the bloody soldiers.

Sou!

In the sky above Beibi Mountain, a fiery red light appeared like a meteor descending into the world and plunged into the depths of the dense forest.

In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Not long after, another sound of breaking the air sounded, and a figure appeared.

It was Qin Hao.

The defeat of the killing god is retreated, and there are his spiritual fluctuations on the blood ball, and only by following this fluctuation can he catch up.

However, he could sense that there was a strange power on the blood cells, which was erasing the traces he had left behind.

At this moment, fluctuations loom and seem to be absent.

If you run for a while, you will completely lose the trace of killing gods.

"Here!"

Feeling it, Qin Hao showed his body and continued to chase into the depths.

After a while, Qin Hao came to a mass grave, where the graves were lined up, and the tombstones were all eroded.

The strange thing is that the surrounding area of the mass grave is bare, and within a radius of 100 meters, there are no animals, not even a single weed.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

Qin Hao sensed it, and the fluctuations disappeared here.

He carefully looked at the mass grave, the grave grew from small to large, and the closer it got to the depths, the more luxurious the grave became.

Qin Hao took a step forward, the wind and clouds changed, and time and space were chaotic.

He walked on a remote mountain, surrounded by cliffs, and the cold wind was raging, and there was no bottom in sight.

Even one of his feet has already reached the edge of the cliff, and if he takes another step forward, he will fall.

"It's weird!"

Qin Hao was not surprised, but was overjoyed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Open it for me!"

He pinched a magic trick in his hand, and shot out a stream of true qi, slapping it into the void in front of him.

Hula!

In the void, ripples rippled open, like a layer of water waves, torn apart, revealing their original faces.

The surrounding environment changes.

Originally, it was a bare mass grave, and nothing else.

At this moment, Qin Hao was deep in a huge tomb, and in the air, there was a trace of disgusting bloody aura.

In the depths of the tomb, it was filled with bloody breath, and it was impossible to see clearly.

Qin Hao faintly had a feeling that in the depths of this tomb, there seemed to be a hideous giant beast lurking, bringing him strong pressure.

As soon as it awakens, it has the power to destroy the world.

This feeling was born in Qin Hao's heart when he faced the Dragon King.

However, the dragon king's body was paralyzed, sitting in a wheelchair, and he was a tiger with its teeth extracted, which only shocked him.

And what was deep in the tomb actually made his heart palpitate.

It was the first time he had encountered such a situation since he received the ancestral inheritance.

In this way, it aroused the curiosity in Qin Hao's heart and made him inexplicably excited.

"I'd like to see what you are. ”

The corners of Qin Hao's mouth crossed an arc and muttered.

With that, he strode into the depths of the tomb.

Looking at the material of the tomb, it has been thousands of years, and the realm of materials and the luxury of spending are unprecedented.

Even some generals and princes do not have such a huge scale.

The owner of this tomb has an unusual identity.

Shout!

As he walked, a blood-colored snake flew over, opened its fangs, and bit towards Qin Hao's neck.

Qin Hao pointed at the same time, cut the little snake in two, and fell to the ground.

In the next moment, it turned into a bloody aura and flew into the depths of the tomb.

The deeper you walked, the more you could feel the palpitating fluctuations, brutal and ferocious.

In the depths of the tombs.

It was a huge hall, richly decorated, counting a few golden lights on both sides, and the two of them hugged the thick huge pillars.

The dragon painting is carved on it, depicting birds and beasts, and the phoenix swimming dragon.

At the top of the hall is a huge coffin, carved from some kind of precious jade, revealing a warm jade light.

In the coffin, there was a huge dragon chair, on which sat a middle-aged man wearing a golden dragon robe and a dragon crown.

His face was majestic, and between his eyebrows, there was an indescribable domineering.

At this moment, the killing god had recovered his body and knelt in front of the coffin, his figure a little darker, obviously not lightly injured.

"I'm back, King. ”

The killing god looked at the man in the coffin, the flames in his eyes, jumping rapidly, and his words were filled with reverence and respect.

Snort!

As he knelt down, blood-colored lines inexplicably appeared on the coffin, condensing into a strange rune.

Then, in the middle of the rune, a groove the size of a pigeon's egg appeared.

Shout!

A red ray, the suicide god's body flew out and landed on the groove.

If you look closely, it's a bead of blood.

Then, streams of blood-colored mist erupted from the blood beads, condensing into a series of miserable and twisted human faces, and let out a scream of pain.

If the Shangqing Daoist is here, he will definitely be able to recognize it. this

The screaming and distorted faces were none other than the disciples of the Shangqing Palace, who were killed by the Blood Evil Soldiers, and the essence blood condensed onto this bead.

Call!

It was as if it was a giant beast swallowing up, and with a bang, the blood and gas penetrated through the coffin and into the nostrils of the majestic man.

It can be seen with the naked eye that with the entry of blood qi, his pale face has a faint flush.