Xia Ji walked on the path of the Shadow Academy, and there was the sound of long grass breaking through the air from his side, as well as the sound of the disciples of the Academy Palace running around, crying, and wailing.

These ordinary long grasses, containing mysterious energy, are like fierce beasts that choose people to devour, shuttling through the alleys of the school palace, constantly harvesting life through the air.

Some disciples of the Academy Palace burned their essence and blood, gathered their true qi into the long sword, and tried to have a confrontation with this long grass. But the sword broke in an instant, and the long grass swept away, which directly brought down a human head.

Some disciples of the Academy Palace used their superb body techniques to sweep towards the gate of the Academy Palace like a gust of wind, but before they were far away, they were followed by the long grass and were directly pierced through the chest from behind.

A disciple of the Academy Palace carried a giant shield and carefully hid in the corner, but the long grass stabbed straight at the giant shield and inserted it, the heart of the shield cracked, and the spider-like traces spread out.

With a clang, the shield fell to the ground, and an extra blood hole appeared on the disciple's forehead.

The long grass did not lose its strength, turned around in an arc, and began to look for a new target.

Seventeen units of Xuan Qi, fused with the method of using the Void Breaking Sword Qi, is such an effect.

Unless other Xuan Xuan appeared here, and then used his own Xuan Qi to snatch the right to use this space, the heaven and earth here would almost completely follow Xia Ji's wishes.

This is the scariest thing about Tongxuan:

When there are no other mysteries around, you can completely crush enemies who are weaker than you!

Of course, the rest of the Heavenly Realm's Tongxuan may not be as thorough as Xia Ji's crushing.

The regent walks in the midst of this "natural disaster", and he is the source of the "natural disaster".

Follow the corridor and walk towards the harem of the Shadow Academy.

The noise and chaos are brought by him, but they seem to have nothing to do with him.

He walked through the yellow wall that divides the front and rear palaces, the yellow wall is more than one zhang high, and the scenery behind it is completely missing, and the wall is inscribed with ancient poems of ink treasures, the style is graceful and delicate.

After the arch of the yellow wall, there is a large patchwork of cloisters and pontoon bridges, the whole structure is not complicated, but it is very meaningful, like a dragon coiled together, across the red lotus pond.

The lotus pond was full of blood, but there was no fishy smell, just bubbling near the center.

Xia Ji's figure flickered and walked up this corridor, and it only took a few seconds to go back and forth.

"It's strange, my Great Wei Holy Gate has a place like Yunxin Pavilion to store exercises and mystical methods, and there is a strange space like a forbidden place...

But in the harem of this shadow learning palace, why is there no such place?

No, I guess I didn't find it. ”

Xia Ji sensed and let go, carefully probing every possible corner.

After seeing the human skin scroll of "The End of the World" and the platinum sculpture of "Holy Elephant Gong", Xia Ji would not have thought that it was a booklet that recorded the mysticism.

So, he began to observe, to sense any possible object.

The killing in the distance, and the regent's contemplation in the snow, contrasted with a peculiar visual impact.

Two more laps.

Xia Ji's figure flickered suddenly, and in an instant, he reached mid-air, grabbed his right hand, and several "long grasses that were killing wildly" that passed around him suddenly entered his hands, and the regent looked indifferent, and slashed it casually.

The Xuan Qi on the long grass slashed down the lotus pond.

Boom!!

The water of the pond is divided, showing a large V-shape, and the waves are splashed several feet high on both sides, and the riverbed can already be seen at the bottom.

There were many bones on the riverbed, but in the center there was a blood-colored amber, like the pupils of a giant, staring at the sky blankly, and at this time, a black speck of blood amber spun around, and then stared directly at the floating boy.

The corners of Xia Ji's lips raised, this is it.

Raising his hand, a hurricane swept directly through the blood amber.

Click...

With a few soft sounds, the blood amber was pried out of the bottom of the riverbed.

The brush fell into Xia Ji's hands.

At this time, the V-shaped blood wave had just closed.

Xia Ji's figure landed on the pontoon corridor.

He possessed seventeen units of Xuan Qi, and as long as he was here, this small area of heaven and earth would move with him.

Quietly look at the blood amber in your hand.

It was angular and white, and the blood red seemed to be flowing, and in some places it was as dark as a blood scab, and in addition to that, in the very center of the blood amber, there was a black spot.

Xia Ji suddenly felt that the blood in his skin was a little hot, and the temperature of the blood was rising rapidly in a leaping way.

If it were an ordinary person in his position at the moment, I am afraid that as soon as he got this blood amber, he would be instantly dizzy, and then die from the blood boiling in his body.

"With the unknown power that has increased in my body, exchange. ”

Response: "Continuous exchange, 1 unit of true qi per second, whether to exchange..."

"Confirm the redemption. ”

The familiar floating red lasted for about seventy seconds before it calmed down, and the amount of true qi changed to 8,882 units.

The blood amber seemed to secrete some strange substance, but it was a one-time secretion, not a continuous one, and now, it was in a relatively static state.

"This should be the Blood Boiling Demon Skill itself, or a component. ”

Xia Ji was already familiar with the acquisition of the occult method, and his mind quickly immersed himself in it.

My thoughts were like coming to a fork in the road.

Two options.

One of them is [Blood Ignition], that is, you can make other people's blood boil by you, even if it is the same opponent, you can also make the enemy's blood boil through this technique, and the strength is weakened by a few points.

The other is [blood activation], which can achieve rejuvenation, heal injuries (improved recovery), and even enhance one's "various attributes" by burning one's own blood.

Xia Jicai did not choose.

He wanted both.

But this time, it was different from before, and it seemed that the resistance to comprehension had become greater.

A barrier-like force resisted his comprehension.

But his body has already broken through the limits of human beings twice, so this obstacle seems to him to be "rejecting and welcome".

In the heavy snow of Yandi, the regent of the enemy country stood against the railing, holding a bloody amber in his hand, and a red blood flowed out of the amber, seeping into his palm, covering and wrapping his five fingers, and then began to penetrate into the pores.

He stood as still as an island.

The corpses that fell to the ground around them began to change at some point, blood steaming, each corpse began to quickly dry up, and blood scrambled to evaporate from the wounds pricked by the long grass.

The entire Shadow Palace was extremely silent, shrouded in heavy snow and blood mist.

Da Da...

A cacophony rang out in the distance.

It was the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom who surrounded them.

Soldiers separated.

Heavy, uniform footsteps followed.

Every time it lands, it has an earthquake-like rhythm.

The leader is covered with blood-red heavy armor, and the helmet in the shape of wings shows the difference of identity, but the helmet only leaves a gap between the eyes, and the eyes are like eagles, which are very fierce.

And in his right hand, he carried a huge axe, a bronze patterned handle, and the axe was full of red blood.

This person is Yan Xiong, who ranks fifth among the famous generals in the confrontation between Yan and Wei, and his surname is the surname of the country, which shows his special appearance.

Behind the giant man was a team of 2,000 men.

It is a hoplite with a great axe.

The closer they got to the Shadow Academy, the more the team separated, taking on a peculiar arrow-like shape.

Outsiders intuitively feel that these two thousand and one people are like a whole, full of murderous atmosphere.

This is the battle formation, the battle formation where the master has to give in and dodge when he sees it.

Yan Xiong sniffed, the smell of blood wafted in the school palace, and he couldn't help frowning.

The other party.

Xia Ji was immersed in absorbing the blood amber.

After sucking that special wisp of blood, he began to suck a second wisp...

The palm of his hand holding the amber had turned completely red.

A mysterious feeling was born from the bottom of his heart, and he gave birth to a complete comprehension of this blood-boiling demon skill.

Outside the palace gates.

More and more troops gathered, and many of the rest of the forces gathered around.

But the palace gate, which was extremely sacred in the past, was bathed in heavy snow and blood mist at this time, strange and mysterious, as if it was not in the world.

"Let the wolves go!"

Yan Xiong said in a deep voice.

Whoa...

A group of snow-white fur, almost a head larger than ordinary wolves, were pulled out.

A team of thirty of them is controlled by the special class of beast tamers of the Yan Kingdom, and the beast tamers control the wolf king, and then control this small wolf pack.

Of course, there are even more exaggerated high-level animal tamers, the kind of existence that is rare in the entire history of the Yan Kingdom.

However, Yan Kingdom has a complete inheritance of animal tamers, so it is also possible to give birth to one or two high-level animal tamers in each generation.

The animal trainer wearing animal skins flicked his whip, and the thirty giant wolves received the order, and immediately turned into thirty violent winds and rushed towards the already unfamiliar school palace.

The army and the knights of the Yan Kingdom stared at each other.

The giant wolf pounced into the blood mist.

Moment...

A scream rang out.

The giant wolves fell to the ground one after another, and even the wolf king only ran a few more meters forward.

Then the wolf's skin kept protruding, as if blood was boiling, and the bubbles were about to break free from the skin.

The bubbles subside.

Immediately, there was a popping sound.

The boiling blood found an outlet.

Blood mist erupted from the giant wolf's seven orifices.

"This...", the Yan army was shocked.

Yan Xiong had seen a lot of things, and he had already recognized this phenomenon, and he frowned and said, "This is the Palace Master's Blood Boiling Demon Skill! What happened?"

At this time, naturally no Yan soldiers dared to enter it again.

The other side.

Xia Ji comfortably finished absorbing a wisp of special Xuan Qi.

This means that he can better use the Blood Boiling Demon Skill.

The blood amber became lighter and fainter, and the pupil-like black dot in the center stared directly at the young man, but it was already confused, it wanted to do something, but... There's nothing you can do.

Outside the palace gates.

Yan Xiong waved his hand, and hundreds of slaves were escorted over, and these slaves were all prisoners of war from the Wei State.

The famous general of Dayan did not speak, and another lieutenant general with a sinister face said: "Whoever of you can explore what is happening in this palace can be released and return to China." ”

The slaves also saw that this was already a dangerous place, but they had no choice.

Finally, the first slave stepped into it.

He had only taken a few steps before he fell to the ground like a giant wolf, bubbles began to roll under his skin, and blood mist erupted from his seven orifices.

The rest of the slaves were even more afraid to enter.

Seeing the slaves hesitated.

A cold arc flashed on Yan Xiong's lips, and his eyes looked at the deputy general beside him.

The deputy will naturally understand.

Immediately, the two soldiers took out the short slave who was huddled at the end, held him by the arm, and put him directly on a strange torture device, the rope rubbed quickly with the wheel, and it didn't take long for the short slave to be hung upside down.

His head was down, his body was writhing in pain, and he was even yelling loudly.

The lieutenant sneered and took out a silver cutter from his arms, "There is still a glimmer of life if you go in, and if you don't go in, it will just end up like this!"

Then, he began to skillfully peel the skin.

An extremely cruel scene is presented.

But the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom had long been accustomed to seeing all this, they didn't feel cruel, and even had excitement in their eyes.

The adjutant general quickly finished peeling off a skin, and then looked at the stunned Wei prisoners of war and said, "Don't all go in yet." ”

Most of these prisoners of war were soldiers and people from the rivers and lakes who had been captured by Wei Yan during World War I five years earlier, both men and women.

A man with a Chinese character face looked at the gray-faced woman beside him and sighed: "Sister, it seems that we can't go back."

It's a pity that I didn't meet you when I was in Wei, otherwise I would..."

The woman shook her head slightly: "It's okay to die together." ”

Two simple sentences can be regarded as a farewell.

These two people, one is a general of the military department, and the other is a disciple of a small sect, if they are not captured together, I am afraid that they will never be able to go together.

On the other side, the girl with a weak body and snow-white skin, but unfortunately her cheeks were disfigured, looked into the distance expressionlessly, not knowing what she was thinking.

She is the senior sister of the Luoyu Sword Gate of the Wei Kingdom, known as the fairy in white in the rivers and lakes, but unfortunately she was captured in World War I five years ago, and she had no choice but to disfigure herself, otherwise she would have been picked off her tendons and used as a plaything, and she turned her hands several times.

Although the Wei prisoners of war were afraid, the vast majority of them were already in despair.

After all, it has been five years, and the Wei State has never sent anyone to negotiate and redeem them.

They were all abandoned.

Today, it is just an alternative death sentence.

And looking at the brother who went in first, he died almost instantly, which is much better than being skinned and beheaded by the Yan people, auctioned at a cheap price, or played to death by various tortures, right?

looked at each other, and there was a taste of death.

The man with the Chinese character face suddenly grabbed the woman's hand and stepped into the blood-filled school palace together.

The senior sister of the Falling Rain Sword Gate also followed suit.

One step, two steps... It's okay?!

Ten steps...

100 steps...

It's getting farther and farther away, but it's still fine!

The hundred and ten slaves were terrified as if they were walking in a mysterious foreign land, but the blood mist avoided them.

Yan Xiong squinted outside, muttered for a moment, and waved his hand to signal the soldiers on his side to follow.

Immediately, three teams of sword and axe men ran into the palace gate.

However, stepping into the range of the red mist, it was a sudden mutation.

Bang bang bang!!

Clouds of blood mist erupted from the seven orifices of the sword and axe hands.

The armor they wore was completely useless.

Looking up again, I vaguely saw the Wei soldiers walking in the fog, and only a vague silhouette was left in their backs.

Yanxiong: ??

Yan Soldier: ??

The people of Yan Kingdom: ???

it, this blood mist still carries people?

The sound behind them also frightened the Wei prisoners of war, and when they turned their heads, they found that the Yan people who followed up fell to the ground and died.

Although a man covered in scars didn't understand what was going on, he laughed coldly: "Okay! No matter what, I will be content to see these swallow dogs die in front!"

But in such a situation, the people did not know what to do.

The scarred man looked at the man with a national character face again: "Big brother, what should I do?"

The man with the national character face looked sideways and the senior sister of the Luoyu Sword Gate, one of these two people was the highest status among these people, and the other was the highest in martial arts.

The senior sister of the Falling Rain Sword Sect, her strength has reached the peak of the True Yuan Realm, and she can be described as a real master of the rivers and lakes!

"Keep moving!"

"To live to die is to have a glimmer of hope... At the very least, we can find an answer to why we are not dead. ”

The two agreed.

The Wei prisoners of war also had no choice.

It's just that compared to the fear of death at the beginning, the hatred for the Yan people, by this time, there was already more curiosity.

What's in this fog?

Why did Dayan's strongest force in the rivers and lakes become like this?

"There is a corpse here!' it belongs to a disciple of the Academy!" a captured Wei warrior exclaimed in surprise.

"Good! Good killing! It's worth it to see this scene before you die!"

"Not bad!"

But they became more and more curious.

Turn the front hall, go around the dojo, many palaces, and continue to go deeper.

More and more corpses along the way.

The group of prisoners of war was even more shocked.

Has this Shadow Academy been destroyed?

Who is it?

So awesome?

Such a killing is decisive.

The strongest sect that slaughtered the swallow dog!

And the palace master of this sect should still be Tongxuan, right?

Such a high-flying land immortal was also killed?

Walking through the yellow wall inscribed with poems, everyone came to the harem.

In the heavy snow, in the blood mist, they saw a scene that they will never forget:

The young man with his hair scattered over his shoulders, wearing a black and gold robe in the style of the Holy Son of the Wei Kingdom, looked calm, stood on the pontoon bridge with his negative hands, holding a blood amber as red as the scorching sun, and the snow was flying on his head, pouring out of the world, not like a mortal.