If Yeyun Ao wants to inherit the throne, he must have a more powerful divine power than His Royal Highness the Nine, that is, the blood and tears of the Xuannu.

In order to get blood and tears, he did not hesitate to frame the spirit race and imprison the spirit race.

is to force the red clothes to have blood and tears.

Hongyi gritted his teeth and stared at him coldly, it was absolutely impossible to hand over blood and tears.

"Divine Monarch? Scold... Your Medicine Spirit Prefecture has been far away from the Divine Realm for thousands of years, how can the Divine Monarch still have the heart to remember who you are? Ye Yun's arrogant voice was very contemptuous.

His plan was perfect, and he didn't know it.

But I didn't expect that after waiting for thousands of years, I still couldn't get blood and tears.

"Come on, then! If you have the ability, you can kill us! The red man smiled arrogantly, and his mind fell into a little madness.

For the sake of the clan, it is inevitable to fight against the water.

Guarding blood and tears is even more of a divine responsibility.

"Spirit Lord, life and death together!" Thousands of people gathered around her, all with solemn faces, and issued a pact of swearing to die together.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" Night clouds sneered, and the black smoke gradually dissipated.

Yeyun was proudly dressed in a golden silk costume and wore a feather crown, full of modest and gentlemanly demeanor, but his feminine eyes were full of killing intent and ambition.

A handsome and elegant facial features, very handsome, but the corners of his eyebrows are full of evil spirit.

Hongyi looked at him coldly, stretched out his hand and shot out many golden needles quickly, and the dense golden needles were like lightning flashes, shooting towards the night clouds.

Ye Yunao smiled contemptuously, raised his hand slightly, and blocked all the silver needles, and rotated his palm, and the golden needles changed direction again, flying back towards Hongyi and the others.

The red cloth's face changed drastically, and he transformed into an enchantment to block the poisonous golden needle.

"Insect carving skills." Ye Yunao was very disdainful, and the spirit clan that had lost its spiritual power was as weak as an ant at all.

After the red-clothed enchantment blocked the silver needle, before he could fight back, all the black-clothed men behind Ye Yunao attacked as fast as lightning.

The tragic slaughter spread over the Yaoling Prefecture.

Hongyi didn't have time to make a move, and her small group of bodies was absorbed by Ye Yunao with spiritual power, and pinched her neck with one palm.

Ye Yunao stared at her, revealing a hideous look: "Where are the blood and tears?" ”

The red-clothed man glanced at him indifferently, and he would not say the whereabouts of the blood and tears when he died.

Ye Yunao knew that she was stubborn and arrogant, and slightly hooked his lips to reveal a mocking smile, he waved his hand, signaling the black guards to stand back.

Bursts of black smoke rose from his palms, enveloping all the little children of the Spirit Clan.

"Don't—" Red-clothed was stunned, her eyes filled with intense despair.

"Die!" The night clouds fell proudly.

The thousand-person dolls of the Spirit Clan were instantly shrouded in black smoke, and they all let out a sad and painful sound.

The red clothes watched as all the clansmen exploded and shattered their bodies under the huge spiritual power of Ye Yunao.

Flesh and blood are splattered, flesh blurred.

But in an instant, no one survived.

Bright red blood stained every inch of the land...

Red's eyes were red, and his throat was choked... Even breathing is suffering...

The people were slaughtered... She was like a broken rag doll, lifeless and agile.

A pair of bloodthirsty eyes were hollow.

It was as if her soul had been drained, and her eyes were as dead and empty as a dead corpse.

She couldn't hear Ye Yunao talking, she couldn't hear anything.

Her eyes were shocked by the blurred image of flesh and blood, and she was caught off guard, and she suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood.

The whole person has almost lost the consciousness of survival...

She is like a withered flower floating in the wind...

She lowered her head, completely losing the will to survive, and she glanced lightly at the medicinal spring hidden by the enchantment.

The corners of her mouth moved slightly, not knowing what she said.

She closed her eyes and fell into a coma.

"Your Highness... This—" A dark guard stepped forward and looked at the fainting red-clothed in his hand.

Ye Yunao glanced at the red clothes coldly, and threw her out casually, as if she had abandoned her.

"Search!" He had an arrogant look and a determination to win.

Blood and tears, he is bound to win.