Endless killing intent permeated this place of moat on all sides.

Black flames, emerging from cracks in the ground stones...

Like black snakes, the sound of gunsmoke is emitted.

On all sides, the roar of the black spirit!

Falling into people's ears, it is eerie and resolute, and people can't help but feel numb in their backs.

And the immortal lord, with the words of Yan Feng before, fell into silence at this moment, and did not speak for a long time.

No one knows...

What kind of attitude is this immortal lord!

"This is the power of the Wild Nine, even if it's you... It is by no means easy to reach the realm of desolation. ”

After a few breaths of silence, the Lord of the Immortals spoke again.

"The realm of the Desolate Nine is definitely not a realm that can be reached with bloodline!"

Obviously, he also wanted to use the power of this desolate nine to lure the wind to the wind.

"I advise you not to waste your thoughts, Yan has no interest in this desolate power, if there is nothing to do, don't delay you and me here. ”

Yan Feng glanced at the immortal lord and spoke lightly.

And at this moment...

The Immortal Lord, suddenly, burst out laughing!

"In that case, then don't blame the owner!"

"This power of the Desolate Nine, you people, whoever can take three drops of essence blood from this person is the master of the power of the Desolate Nine!"

As soon as this remark came out...

Suddenly, the expressions of the people behind Yan Feng changed, and there was greed in their eyes.

Three drops of essence blood!

It's just three drops of essence blood... It's not terrible!

Three drops of essence blood, for the power of the Nine Desolations!

You can't find this kind of business even with a lantern!

These people, at this moment, are so relieved in their hearts that their greedy hearts!

Find a reassuring excuse for your own shot!

Fifteen people, except for Yu Jiao Tuanzi and Murong Xue Fengle, there are at least six or seven people, and their eyes are already shining at this moment, and the eyes that look at Yan Feng... It's like looking at a lamb to the slaughter!

Murong Xue glanced at the rest of the people at this moment, and her brows tightened... There was a doubt in her mind.

That's why... Why does this immortal lord have to ask for the essence blood of the wind!

There is also the bloodline in the mouth of the immortal lord, the bloodline of this strict wind, what is it, it can make the immortal lord so jealous.

Doubts lingered in Murong Xue's heart.

Yan Feng tilted his head slightly and swept over these people...

There was also a condensation in his heart, he missed this point!

The ugliness of human nature!

There is the blood of the Desolate Emperor flowing in his body, and these black spirits can't enter his body.

But... They can't enter the body, these core disciples of the One Sword God Sect can!

And the immortal lord used the power of the desolate nine as a lure to lure these people into madness.

The realm of the Nine Desolate Days, that is a height that ordinary people dream of in a lifetime and cannot reach!

It's enough to make people fall into madness!

Rumble!

Yan Feng frowned violently, and his body retreated in an instant!

There was a person, and with a sword, he slashed at the place where Yan Feng was standing before.

Gravel bursting...

With Yan Feng Ancestor's divine cultivation, the Heavenly Saint Body, even if it has the bonus of the primordial origin power in the body, at most it can barely cross the Eternal Realm and compete with the Immortal Realm!

"Sun Xing, what are you doing?!Ungrateful guy, have you forgotten that it was Brother Yan who saved you?!"

Feng Le shouted violently, and actually came directly to Yan Feng's side, with a flick of his hand, a huge sword in his hand, and stood on Yan Feng's side without hesitation.

On the other hand...

Murong Xue, Dao Yue, this has not moved.

However, including Na Sun Xing, six people have already stood up.

These six people are all core disciples of the One Sword God Sect!

Immortal Realm!

"Senior Brother Yan, you are a disciple of the sect master, we shouldn't be like this, but now you have also seen that the devil wants your three drops of essence blood, otherwise, no one will survive. ”

"Senior Brother Yan might as well fulfill us and hand over three drops of essence blood, so that everyone will be fine. ”

One of the six spoke.

The tone is yin and yang...

"Really?"

Yan Feng still looked indifferent: "If Yan hands over three drops of essence blood, then will this essence blood be given to you or given to him? or... To him?"

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at these idiots!

"Then don't bother with the junior brother!"

Sun Xing, who had slashed out with a sword before, raised his sword again at this moment and rushed towards Yan Feng!

"Brother Yan, I'll stop this Sun Xing, you run!"

Feng Le flicked the big sword in his hand, and suddenly the big sword turned into hundreds of flying swords, and went straight towards Sun Xing.

But...

Six people are immortal, and Feng Le is the only one who is blocked by Sun Xing!

Yan Feng's eyes condensed slightly...

Rumble!

Where he is standing at the moment, from five directions, there are five swords, cut down in an instant!

Aoki Reishu.

Michiaki is in the middle of the house in the world.

Emperor's Palace.

In the midst of the magnificent palace, there is a pavilion.

There is a plaque on the pavilion with three characters written on it, Aoki Pavilion.

In the Imperial Palace of that year, Dao Aoki lived in this pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, Liu San stood at the threshold and did not step in.

"Michichi, what are you going to do?"

Liusan frowned, looked at Dao Aoki, who had already entered the pavilion, and opened his mouth to drink.

Fang Fang stepped into the Dao Aoki in the courtyard of the pavilion, his body stopped slightly, and then turned around and looked at Liu San...

Suddenly, at this moment, Dao Aoki had a solemn face on his face!

Incomparably upright!

I've never seen Michi-Aoki so seriously!

Even Liusan outside the pavilion looked stunned, and was stunned by Dao Aoki's solemn expression.

"Liusan obeys orders!"

Dao Aoki, drink fiercely!

The three who were standing outside the pavilion were stunned again...

This voice was once very familiar to him!

But... Dao Aoki sentenced the Emperor of the Wasteland, and he was no longer the Dao Yi they admired!

"Dao..."

Just when Ryuzo wanted to get angry.

Michi Aoki, his hand raised slightly, in his hand...

There's an extra ancient golden scroll!

When you look at this scroll... Liusan, the whole person was stunned outside the attic!

Above the scroll, there was a familiar breath.

Is that... The breath of the emperor!

The Heavenly Decree of the Desolate Emperor!

This ancient gold scroll is owned by only one person!

That's the Emperor of the Wasteland!

Except for the Desolate Emperor, no one can imitate it!

Because this... With the supreme power of the Desolate Emperor!

Back then, when the Heavenly Decree of the Desolate Emperor arrived, no one dared to disobey!

Liusan, standing outside the pavilion, looked at the imperial decree in Dao Aoki's hand.

Take a few deep breaths...

Then with a look of respect in his eyes, he stepped into the attic.

Came to the road Aoki three zhang outside, knelt on the ground, bowed his head and bowed!

"The last general will flow three, listen to the order!"

When Liusan knelt down, Dao Aoki loosened the imperial decree in his hand slightly, and the scroll was floating in the void, and on this scroll, there was an ancient golden light blooming.

Suddenly, in front of Ryusan and Dao Aoki, there was a phantom that emerged from this imperial decree.

The void is now, and the road Aoki...

Get down on one knee!

This phantom... It's the Emperor of the Wilderness!

The ryusan, who was kneeling on the ground, saw this phantom shadow, and there were hot tears in his eyes...!

(End of chapter)