Only half an hour!

The previously powerful corpse puppet turned into a pile of real corpses under the palm of the blood-clothed man, and the blood crows in his body were all extinct at this moment.

Call......

The blood-clad man let out a long sigh of relief, burped, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Click!

Click!

After the corpse puppet was extinct, the sound of boulders grinding sounded in the main hall. I saw that the bronze coffin in the center of the main hall gradually began to move, revealing the entrance to the third floor little by little.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and then they were a little worried, if there was no blood-clothed man just now, I was afraid that everyone had become a piece of flesh under the feet of the corpse puppet.

The third layer of the giant hall is even more terrifying than the fourth layer.

Of the more than 30 people left in the main hall, half of them have begun to retreat. However, he found that in the entire giant hall, there was no way back except for the entrance to the third floor.

Just as everyone was pondering, there was a sudden bang in the hall.

Everyone turned their heads, only to see that the man in blood didn't know when to make a move, and smashed the head of a martial artist next to him with a punch, and the entire head exploded directly in the air.

Everyone stared at the man in blood, and the man in blood also swept over everyone with a smile on his face, and the red light flashed between his eyes, like a flame jumping in hell, which made people's hearts palpitate and indulge.

Lin Huang's face changed, and he forcibly turned his head to avoid the blood-clothed man's gaze, and at the same time slapped Lu Han and Mo Yanfeng on the face.

"Dementors!"

For the power of the blood-clothed man's eyes, Lin Huang is very familiar with it, the power of the blood crow's soul dementor!

Thinking of this, Lin Huang had already guessed the identity of the man in blood.

- Blood Spirit Temple!

"Tsk...... What a young man, he was able to avoid Benhou's soul power", the blood-clothed man noticed the sober Lin Huang at a glance, and a terrifying smile appeared on his face.

"And you, Nan Yunlie, are also sober, and I think I already know the identity of Ben Hou!"

When the man in blood spoke, the warriors in the hall all walked towards him, expressionless, standing behind the man in blood with a regular face, like a slave.

Even Yun Feifei and others from the Drifting Snow Palace appeared behind the Bloody Marquis.

Nan Yunlie stood in front of Lin Huang and the others, his expression was extremely solemn, and it seemed that because of the identity of the other party, even his voice became a little hoarse:

"I didn't expect to see the Bloody Cloth Marquis, one of the four major blood marquis, here, it's really an honor for the old man!"

Lin Huang's face changed.

Bloody Cloth!

One of the Four Great Blood Princes.

When he was in the Drifting Snow Palace, Lin Huang knew about the existence of the four blood marquis, but he didn't expect to bump into the blood marquis among them here.

One of the four masters of the Blood Spirit Temple.

"It seems that you really recognized Ben Hou", the bloody Hou waved his blood-colored robe, and a smile cracked on his bony face, "Since you know that Ben Hou exists, and you have not been dementored by Ben Hou, then I will leave you alone."

As he spoke, the Bloody Marquis came towards the four of Lin Huang with his hands in his hands. Every step is extremely leisurely, but with every step, the momentum around the body is a little heavier, like mountains and rivers and seas. The crowd was breathless.

"Drifting Snow Palace Nan Yunlie, a disciple of Yan Zangfeng, can also be regarded as a character. It's a pity, I'm going to be killed in the hands of Ben Hou today!"

Bloody Hou said leisurely.

"Do you think you can escape after entering the tomb of King Wu?"

Nan Yunlie said with a smile.

"What if you can't escape?"

The smile on the face of the Bloody Marquis was even more terrifying, "As long as Benhou shakes Yang Xuangan's tomb, he can cut off a detention in Yin Yang Valley, so what's the matter!"

"And isn't there still an old fellow of yours to bury with you?"

Bloody Hou smiled, very calmly and indifferently.

"It's just a detention that blocks the Yinyang Valley, without the Mountains and Rivers Ancient Scroll, you will never be able to completely unseal the Yinyang Valley!"

In the main hall, Lin Huang's voice suddenly sounded, with a sneer in his indifference.

"Mountains and rivers ancient scrolls, are you a forest wilderness?!"

Blood-clothed Hou's gaze fell on Lin Huang, a little surprised, and then said, "In that case, hand over the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers, and this Hou will spare your life!"

Lin Huang gathered his sleeves and said, "If any of us here are injured, I dare to guarantee that you will not be able to get the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers in your lifetime."

"Do you think that you, an ant of the Earth Yuan Realm, are qualified to negotiate terms with a martial marquis?"

The Bloody Marquis grinned, and there was already a murderous aura between his lips and teeth.

"It's true!"

Lin Huang said calmly, "Unless the Blood Spirit Hall can produce another Cao Yangming, there will be no mountains and rivers scrolls, and you will not be able to break through the Yin and Yang Valley after all."

The smile on the face of the Bloody Marquis became brighter and brighter, and he slowly walked in front of Lin Huang, squinted his sunken eyes, and said, "But Benhou is more willing to believe that you can't bear Benhou's torture!"

As he spoke, the Bloody Marquis reached into the void with one hand and grabbed towards Lin Huang.

Lin Huang and Nan Yunlie's complexions changed, and they both felt an irresistible force imprisoning their bodies, and they could only keep struggling, just like birds in a cage.

"You guys, you don't know anything about the power of Wuhou!"

Blood-clothed Hou said with a smile, grabbing Lin Huang in his hand as he spoke.

Recite!

At this moment, a gunshot suddenly sounded in the hall, like a fierce tiger coming out of the gate, roaring in the mountains and forests.

Then, a pitch-black spear like a dragon slashed through the hall at a thunderous speed.

Blood-clothed Hou's eyes suddenly froze, grabbed Lin Huang's hand and withdrew it like lightning, narrowly avoided the pitch-black spear, turned his head and glared at the main hall, and shouted:

"Who is it?"

"It's me!"

The roar of the Bloody Cloth Marquis immediately echoed.

A condensed and domineering voice sounded in the main hall, although it was flat, it was indeed like a golden stone bursting, revealing a touch of spear and the spirit of the world.

"Xuanzi Battalion, Shen Qingshan!"

"Shen Qingshan?!"

Lin Huang looked at the source of the sound, and saw that in the center of the main hall, a burly figure suddenly appeared, like an iron tower. The black iron armor shawl around him is thick and majestic. A spear in his hand was pitch black and thick, and the snow-white spear was sassy, as if it was about to pierce the huge hall above his head.

Thick eyebrows and cold face, tiger eyes like electricity, revealing a different kind of domineering.

The Bloody Marquis looked at the figure that appeared in the main hall, his slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and after looking at it carefully for a moment, he chuckled and said, "Tsk, it turned out to be the leader of the Xuanzi Battalion under the command of Xuanyuan Tibing, Shen Qingshan!"

"What? It's up to you to come, and you also want to deal with Ben Hou? I'm afraid that Xuanyuan will raise troops to come here!"

Shen Qingshan's thick eyebrows were crossed, "People who are about to die dare to be so arrogant." I, Shen Qingshan, are here to kill you. If Lord Xuanyuan wants to do it, what is the use of asking me to make the Xuanhuang Four-Character Camp of Heaven and Earth?"

Blood-clothed Hou's face turned cold, and a murderous intent burst out in his eyes, "Something that is beyond his strength, a martial artist in an ordinary realm, dares to come and kill Benhou, it's just Benhou's blood food!"

"And what about the Xuanzi Army with Ben Hou?"

Shen Qingshan sneered, and when the spear in his hand shook, countless figures suddenly rushed into the fourth layer and appeared in the main hall.

Lin Huang looked at the past, all of them were black-armored spears, wearing tiger helmets, black pressed a piece, and the mighty aura was surging like a river and sea, and everyone was out of breath.

There were 300 of them.

And among them, there were half of the Tian Yuan martial artists.

"Array!"

Shen Qingshan spoke.

Here!

The sound of the mighty words suddenly sounded in the main hall. For example, the war drums beat on the battlefield, although it came from the mouth of 300 people, it gave people an unstoppable momentum of thousands of troops.

Only between two breaths, the three-hundred-strong Xuanzi army surrounded the Bloody Cloth Marquis in the middle, and the spears were like a forest, pointing directly at the Bloody Cloth Marquis.

Bloody Hou looked stunned, and his expression was slightly solemn. But he chuckled and said: "They are only in the Tianyuan realm, even if there are many, in terms of Ben Hou, they are just ants! If you want to kill Ben Hou with human heads, three hundred people are not enough!"

Shen Qingshan smiled contemptuously, and looked at the Bloody Marquis with pity, "Back then, Lord Xuanyuan was only in the Tianyuan realm, and he raised millions of troops to destroy Dongxuan, not with human heads, but with a battle array to surround and kill!"

"Then more than 20 martial marquis in the Eastern Xuanzong are not the same as dying in Huangquan? 300 people, it is enough to kill your bloody marquis!"

Bloody Hou's eyes flickered, and finally gritted his teeth ruthlessly, "Then give it a try, let Ben Hou break the myth of the undefeated Xuanhuang Four-character Camp of Heaven and Earth today!"

After saying that, the bloody clothes Hou let out a long roar, and his body suddenly rose three inches, his blood was flying, and the blood around his body was surging, like a blood demon returning from hell.

In the face of the astonishing blood qi, Shen Qingshan raised his eyebrows, his gaze swept over Nanyun Lie and Lin Huang, and finally fell on Lu Han, and said calmly:

"Get out of here!"

Nan Yunlie nodded simply, the battle of Wuhou is not something they can participate in. Even if he watched the battle from the sidelines, even he would be shocked by the terrifying aura wave.

Not to mention Lin Huang and the others.

Lin Huang smiled helplessly, followed behind Nan Yunlie, and walked towards the entrance to the third floor.

When stepping into the entrance of the third floor of the giant hall, Lin Huang only felt the sound of the Xuanzi army shouting and killing behind him like thunder, and the terrifying momentum rippled, like a landslide and the earth cracked in all directions.

Subsequently, the figures of Lin Huang and the others disappeared on the fourth floor!

Well?

When Lin Huang crossed the entrance, the scene in front of him was not an imaginary hall, but an illusory array.

Lin Huang turned his head and found that Lu Han and the others were not here at all.

"Was it randomly teleported again?"

Lin Huang frowned and muttered. His eyes swept around, his brows furrowed more and more, and finally screwed into one place.

The formation that Lin Huang was in was not a large array of detention, but there were eight whirlpools, and each whirlpool was an exit, leading to a deep and unknowable place.

And in the center of each whirlpool, there is a large ancient seal character rotating, exuding a completely different atmosphere.

Life, death, shock, injury, Du, scene, open, rest!

"Eight Gate Formation!"

Lin Huang muttered in a low voice, squeezed his warm palm, and fell into deep thought. The so-called eight gates are the eight portals that represent different endings.

And if you are trapped in this array, you must choose one of them.

Different doors, different fates.

It's a very easy multiple-choice question!

But it can stump all the warriors who enter the array.

It is also difficult to choose the forest famine, and the so-called 'one into the eight gates, nine deaths and one life' is this truth.

Lin Huang sat in the formation, staring at the eight whirlpools faintly, a little worried......

(End of chapter)