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Chapter 1417: Son of the Blood Demon

Countless people looked at this scene, and their eyes were full of fear and awe.

No one thought that a martial artist who was only cultivating in the Five Tribulation King Realm could really kill a strong man in the Seven Tribulation Emperor Realm, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

At this moment, Ye Qingyun raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him who was pressed on the golden rock, waiting for the latter's words.

"Boy, you're in trouble, he's the son of the Blood Demon. The old man sighed, and then said slowly.

As soon as these words fell, the warriors around them all exclaimed.

"What! This Cao Blood turned out to be the son of the Blood Demon? No wonder he cultivated that cruel and bloody technique, treating himself as a blood weapon, devouring the power of the bloodlines of other martial artists, in order to strengthen himself!"

"Didn't the Blood Demon die a long time ago?

The warrior below whispered again.

"Son of the Blood Demon?" Ye Qingyun's eyes flickered for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth lifted a playful arc, and he refocused his gaze on the silver-haired old man in front of him, and said, "So what?"

When the old man heard this, his face twitched violently.

He knew that the young man in white in front of him was crazy, but he didn't know that this young man in white was so crazy!

"The Blood Demon is not dead, if he knew that his only son was dead, what do you think would happen to you?" the old man stared at Ye Qingyun playfully and said slowly.

"So what?"

Ye Qingyun repeated the previous words, causing the old man's face to sink.

"Boy, you are really arrogant, you have a feeling that you won't shed tears when you don't see the coffin! Soon, you will pay a heavy price for your previous actions!"

When the old man heard this, his face was already displeased, and his voice was even more angry.

"If you want to deal with me now, then hurry up!" Ye Qingyun was still cold, not afraid at all.

Oh, my God!

When the martial artists of the thirty-two halls below heard this, they all felt that this white-clothed young man was going crazy!

Could it be that he still has to fight a powerhouse of the Seven Tribulations Emperor Realm?

When the old man heard this, his face twitched again, but it could be seen that he did not intend to make a move on Ye Qingyun.

"Light clouds!"

At this moment, a voice sounded,

"Big thunder!" Looking at the back, Ye Qingyun found the big thunder.

At this moment, beside Da Lei was a big man standing in the iron tower.

No, if you look closely, this big man has no breath on him.

Then this should be a puppet.

The iron tower man was filled with purple thunder, like silver pythons swimming in his burly body.

"Yang Xiu, what about them?" Ye Qingyun asked.

"Locked up in the prison of the Nine Palaces, I went out to cross the robbery, and then killed the person who crossed the robbery against me, and obtained this puppet from it!" Da Lei said slowly: "Under my transformation, this guy's physical strength has reached an astonishing level, and his cultivation is ......."

He didn't finish his words, his spiritual power moved slightly, and he saw the iron tower puppet standing beside him suddenly take a step forward, and at the same time, a terrifying power fluctuation quickly spread out on this iron tower puppet.

The people around felt this breath, and their faces changed suddenly.

Even the old man who stepped on the golden rock at this moment felt this breath, and a dignified color appeared on his vicissitudes of life.

The aura emanating from the iron tower puppet made the faces of everyone present change.

This is the breath of the Seven Tribulation Emperor Realm!

Ye Qingyun looked at the iron tower puppet in front of him that exuded silver light, like a dense silver thunder, and the essence of light flashed in his eyes.

The puppet in front of him was even more terrifying than the Blood Demon puppet he had obtained before!

However, the potential of this puppet is not great, at most it is a cultivator of the Seven Tribulation Emperor Realm, and it is undoubtedly impossible to go to the next level.

However, the Blood Demon Puppet he got was different, although his current cultivation was one calamity lower than this Iron Tower Puppet, but the potential was huge, as long as he got enough materials, he could move towards the legendary Nine Tribulation God Realm.

Ahead, the old man felt the breath on the iron tower puppet, and he didn't want to make a move at the moment.

"This guy got such a puppet, and it looks like this day is going to change. ”

Seeing that the old man didn't make a move, Ye Qingyun didn't pay attention to it, and went down with Da Lei and rescued Xuanhu Fan, Xuanhu Miao and Yang Xiu.

"Brother Ye!"

After Xuan Humiao and the others saw Ye Qingyun, they were extremely excited.

They were below before, and they also saw Ye Qingyun's heroic scene.

With the power of one person, he killed two martial artists with the level of the Seven Tribulation Emperor Realm in a row, how terrifying is this combat power?

After talking to these people, Ye Qingyun returned to his residence.

After committing suicide and killing the Nine Hall Masters and the Thirty Hall Masters, the color of the Demon Mark in his body had already turned blood red.

Now the disciples of the Nine Halls and the disciples of the Thirty Halls will all transfer twenty percent of the spiritual power they cultivate every day to him.

Invisibly, his physical body is like a devouring whirlpool, even if he sleeps, his body is absorbing the violent energy around him all the time.

With the passage of time, the calamity power in the body has reached a saturated state, and if it continues like this, it is not far from a breakthrough.

Ye Qingyun sat cross-legged and quickly accelerated his cultivation speed, wanting to break through his cultivation tonight and reach the Six Tribulation Emperor Realm.

In the void, a mighty spiritual power rolled towards his room, and finally gathered in his body, permeating his hairs and skewering among the hundreds of bones of his limbs.

Time passed gradually in this kind of cultivation.

In the void, in the midst of the night, a bright moon hung high above, emitting a silvery light.

Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in, and there was an extremely violent energy there, as if something was brewing.

The purple light was like silver dragons roaring in the black clouds.

The rumbling sound woke some of the warriors who were sleeping.

These warriors ran out one after another, raising their heads and looking at the dark sky.

The silver light streaked like a meteor, tearing through the sky.

The thunder brewing in the black clouds was like a demon beast about to awaken at this moment, tilting its head and roaring at the sky.

One after another violent thunderbolts fell towards nine of the thirty-two halls!

"It's a thunder disaster! It's a thunder disaster!" someone exclaimed.

At this time, someone is going to cross the catastrophe?

Who could this person be?

Everyone's eyes were invariably focused on the Nine Halls at this moment, and they inexplicably remembered the young man in white today.