Under Chen Yu's powerful fists and feet, which contained great strength, these Blood Demon disciples could not support it for more than three minutes.

Even the remaining two early stage martial artists who entered the god realm were also broken by Chen Yu and thrown out.

The strength in the early stage of entering the Divine Realm has no deterrent power in front of the current Chen Yu, their domain can't suppress Chen Yu, and all kinds of supernatural powers can't play a role in Chen Yu, so they just support it a little longer than others.

More than a dozen Blood Demon disciples either had their hands or feet broken, moaning all over the ground.

And, surprisingly, they all showed a look of impending disaster.

Chen Yu was about to instruct the servants to call for someone to take these blood demon disciples away, when suddenly more than a dozen warriors wearing bloody clothes appeared, and they took everyone away without saying a word.

The last lean old man with a deep bearing and strong strength made Chen Yu feel a little threatened walked in.

The old man looked at Chen Yu, bowed his hand, and said: "Chen Gongzi, in Xia Situ Blood Sword, he is the second-ranked steward of the Blood Demon Palace, and Senior Brother Ji explained before leaving, and met all the requirements of Gongzi. I didn't expect these eyeless things to dare to come to trouble Childe, it's rude, please forgive Childe!"

"Senior Brother Ji went out on errands?" asked Chen Yu.

Situ Xuejian nodded and said, "Childe, please prepare a little, maybe after a while, the teacher will come to invite Childe over and say goodbye first!"

With that, Situ Blood Sword turned around and left.

Chen Yu's brows furrowed slightly, revealing a look of deep thought.

Too lazy to cultivate, Chen Yu took out an elixir and gave it to the middle-aged servant, asked him to clean up the aftermath, and arranged a table of meals.

Before the meal was ready, Situ Blood Sword went and returned, and said, "Gongzi Chen, the teacher is invited!"

Chen Yu nodded, followed Situ Blood Sword out of the residence, and came to a courtyard in the middle of the Blood Demon Palace.

In the courtyard hall, the Blood Demon Ancestor sat on the main seat, and on either side of him stood two rows of martial artists who should be his disciples.

On the ground in front of the Blood Demon Ancestor, there were more than a dozen martial artists kneeling, none other than He Xuehong and the other Blood Demon disciples who had been injured by Chen Yu just now.

"Chen Yu is here, sit down!" the Blood Demon Ancestor pointed to the lower position on the right side and said.

Chen Yu was a little unsure of the attitude of the Blood Demon Ancestor, bowed and thanked him, and sat down in his position.

"Chen Yu, you and I can be regarded as Taoist friends to some extent!" Without glancing at the disciple kneeling in front of him, the Blood Demon Ancestor said: "My disciple is disrespectful to you, that is, rudeness, and rudeness shows that I have no way to teach. That's it, more than a dozen disciples besieged it, but all of them were beaten and had no power to fight back, this is incompetent. You say, what do I, the Blood Demon Ancestor, want to keep incompetent people for?"

Chen Yu was stunned when he heard this, and his heart was a little frightened.

In these words, it seems to have the meaning of protecting shortcomings and finding faults?

"What do you think?" the Blood Demon Ancestor stared at Chen Yu and continued.

Chen Yu glanced at He Xuehong and the others who were kneeling, and saw that each of them was trembling, and their eyes were full of fear and despair.

"The ancestor is serious!" Chen Yu felt more and more uneasy, his initial impression of the Blood Demon Ancestor could be described as completely subverted, only to feel that the Blood Demon Ancestor was moody and terrifying.

"Heavy words?" The Blood Demon Ancestor smiled sympathetically and said, "How can I be serious?"

As he spoke, the Blood Demon Ancestor raised his hand and waved it lightly forward, and in an instant, strange blood talismans appeared, flying straight towards He Xuehong and the others, each of them did not fall, and directly drilled into their bodies.

The bodies of these Blood Demon disciples who were trembling suddenly trembled and twitched, and then, they couldn't help but scream miserably.

"Master spare your life, Master spare your life!" someone pleaded.

"Please spare your life, we don't dare anymore!"

"Master ......"

Soon, every kneeling Blood Demon disciple seemed to be suffering extremely intensely, and his body was paralyzed on the ground, his body drenched in sweat, and his face distorted.

"A bunch of waste, what are you keeping for?" the Blood Demon snorted coldly, suddenly looked at the two rows of martial artists next to the hall, and said, "Have you seen their fate? More than a dozen people besieged it, but the siege couldn't be defeated, and it was the face of this ancestor who was lost!"

There were no less than 100 warriors in the two rows, bowing down in unison, and they didn't dare to come out, and no one dared to beg for mercy for their fellow soldiers.

Chen Yu only felt heavy and uneasy.

He suddenly understood why these Blood Demon disciples had shown a look of impending disaster when they were defeated by themselves.

Once, Chen Yu thought that a demon warrior like Die Qianyi was moody and difficult to serve. Now he understands that compared to the Blood Demon Ancestor, Die Qianyi can be regarded as a good person.

He even felt that this matter was not so easy.

"Chen Yu, what do you think, what should I do with them, do I want to spare their lives?" the Blood Demon Ancestor suddenly asked Chen Yu again.

Chen Yu hesitated, nodded his head, and said, "Ancestor, it's actually not a big deal, and the punishment doesn't have to be so heavy!"

"Is the punishment heavy?" The Blood Demon Ancestor looked at the disciples standing on both sides, and suddenly asked sharply, "You say, is my punishment heavy?"

The two rows of disciples were silent.

"Speak!" the Blood Demon Ancestor frowned and reprimanded.

"It's not ......important," the Blood Demon disciples said in unison.

"You see, they themselves say that the punishment is not heavy!" "The Blood Demon Ancestor showed a look of satisfaction, and said to Chen Yu: "Under my door, it doesn't matter what you do, the only thing that can't be tolerated is incompetence!"

Chen Yu was silent.

The Blood Demon Ancestor raised his hand, and his five fingers were twisted and clenched.

A strong fluctuation of divine consciousness suddenly appeared in the bodies of He Xuehong and the others, who were rolling and wailing on the ground, and then they twitched violently a few times one by one, and suddenly fell silent, and there was no movement.

"Drag it down and use it as flower fertilizer!" said the Blood Demon Ancestor lightly.

It seems that the dozen or so disciples who died are no different from pigs and dogs.

Chen Yu only felt a chill in his heart.

Immediately, a servant stepped forward and dragged the corpses of He Xuehong and the others down.

"Okay, Chen Yu. Now it's time for us to talk about you beating my disciples!" the Blood Demon Ancestor smiled and said suddenly.

Chen Yu chuckled in his heart, and the secret path really came.

Revealing a touch of bitterness, Chen Yu said with a blank face: "Ancestor, please speak!"

"Zhang Xueming and the others deserve to die, but in the end, they are my disciples, and they can't beat any of them if they beat you, doesn't it seem that I, as a master, am very incompetent?" said the Blood Demon Ancestor.

Chen Yu was also speechless at what the Blood Demon Ancestor said.

"The ancestor is serious, this is what they haven't learned!" Chen Yu said with a wry smile: "The ancestor's strength is as deep as the sea, the disciples only need to learn one-tenth, and Chen Yu is not an opponent!"

"Fellow Daoist, you are a friend of Dao who can sit and talk about Dao!" Blood Demon Ancestor shook his head and said, "Chen Yu, I regard you as a little Daoist, you don't have to wear a high hat for me!"

After a pause, the Blood Demon Ancestor looked at the disciples under his sect and said sharply: "Whoever comes out to challenge Chen Yu, whoever wins, can serve by my side for a month!"

The two rows of disciples under the Blood Demon Ancestor's sect showed a trace of fiery color one by one, but no one came forward for the time being.

Chen Yu defeated more than a dozen people by himself, and there were three of them in the early stage of the Divine Realm, and his strength was here.

If you can't win, then you are incompetent, and if you can't follow the fate of He Xuehong and the others, these blood demon disciples weigh the pros and cons, and they don't dare to take risks easily.

"What's the matter, my subordinates are all like this?" Seeing that no one came out, the Blood Demon Ancestor was displeased, and said sharply: "Then what do I want you for?"

"Master, the disciple is willing to give it a try!" Seeing the Blood Demon Ancestor's momentum soaring and the killing machine surging, the Blood Demon disciples trembled in fear, and finally a man who looked like he was twenty-six or seventeen years old stepped out.

"Fu Xuelong, okay, you're good!" Seeing someone come out, the Blood Demon Ancestor's expression was slightly dark, and he said, "Then let's start!"

Fu Xuelong took two steps forward and said to Chen Yu: "Chen Daoyou, please!"

Chen Yu's heart was heavy, he got up, and turned to the Blood Demon Ancestor and said, "Ancestor, if I refuse, what will happen?"

"What do you say will happen?" the Blood Demon Ancestor sneered and said, "Of course, Daoist friends can sit and talk about the Dao, but if it makes this Ancestor unhappy, he will also be killed with one sword!"

Chen Yu was expressionless and said, "That junior has no room to refuse." Juniors have a please!"

Blood Demon Ancestor frowned and said, "You say!"

"If I am defeated, everything will be suspended. But if you win, please don't punish your disciple!" Chen Yu reined in his words and said a little cautiously.

The Blood Demon Ancestor snorted, "What do I do with my disciple, I want you to talk more?"

"It's not that the juniors are talkative!" Chen Yu hesitated for a moment and said: "It's that the juniors don't want anyone to die because of the juniors, which is not conducive to the juniors' cultivation and hurts their mood!"

Chen Yu was actually afraid that in the end, the Blood Demon Ancestor would not have a single disciple left, and he would inevitably anger himself again when the time came.

A person like the Blood Demon Ancestor is really unguessable.

"Woman's kindness!" the Blood Demon Ancestor reprimanded, "However, I can promise you!"

"Thank you, Ancestor!"

Chen Yu was relieved.

The Blood Demon Ancestor's thinking is too weird, and now that Chen Yu has obtained Sumeru Gong, he wants to leave here. But considering the moodiness of the Blood Demon Ancestor, he didn't dare to say this.

Walking in front of Fu Xuelong, Chen Yu said, "Please!"

"Chen Daoyou, please!" With a hint of gratitude in his eyes, Fu Xuelong saluted again.

Fu Xuelong's cultivation is not low, and he has the strength of the middle stage of the God Realm, about four or five layers, and he can be regarded as a strong person.

However, in terms of blood magic, Chen Yu is not afraid of any martial artist who enters the god realm.

Without hesitation, Chen Yu took a step and punched over.

Fu Xuelong slashed with his sword, the blood light was fierce, and a sword slashed through the void, and the blood-colored runes flashed on the sword, sealing the qi and blood.

However, it was useless, Chen Yu broke the swordsmanship with one punch, the blood flame condensed in his fist, and Jian Gang couldn't hurt him.

Fu Xuelong's expression was solemn, and after shifting his shape, the sword light rose again, turning into a heavy blood net.

Chen Yu still broke it easily.

Fu Xuelong retreated again, and after a long breath, a small figure with condensed blood appeared above his head, which was his Yuan Shen.

Yuan Shen pinched the sword trick, and when a sword stabbed out, a wisp of blood light from the mouth of the blood-colored Yuan Shen was like an arrow, and it flew out quickly, sinking into Chen Yu's eyebrows.

The Blood Demon disciples who were watching the battle were all silent, but at this moment, their expressions couldn't help but show amazement.

Even the Blood Demon Ancestor bowed slightly, as if he was quite satisfied with Fu Xuelong's performance.