Ten years ago, the black blood disobeyed his father's orders and established himself as the lord of the country in the Wolf Devouring Empire. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Although he had the support of the Wu clan, his cruel and tyrannical cultivation methods finally aroused the common hatred of the original people of the Wolf Devouring Empire. Even the Wu clan finally turned their backs on him and joined the side of Wuyunzi.

If it weren't for the care of the Heavenly Void Elders, at this moment, the black blood clothes would have died under the siege of their own people. In Chengtian, no, the current Chengtian Sect has been in retreat and cultivation for several years, relying on the evil blood-devouring evil skill, the cultivation of the black blood clothes has reached the quasi-emperor realm, and out of the arrangement and calculation of the Yin and Hades Gate, this former lord of the country has to participate in this decade-long Yuan Emperor hegemony battle.

The evil skills of the black blood cloth are extremely domineering, and he is indeed born with an evil physique, but he did not expect that as soon as he played, he would become a popular figure to win the championship this year, creating the best results in the Tian Yuan Continent for thousands of years. But he doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, he kills people when he sees them, and his temperament of taking pleasure in killing people makes all the disciples of the Tian Yuan Continent fear him like a snake and scorpion, although his strength is high, but no one is willing to follow him.

"Who are you?!Do I know you?!"

Wu Xueyi suddenly felt a fear of death coming, he didn't know how many people he had killed with his own hands, and when he was about to die, he knew what fear, regret and fear were.

Bian Qing's voice, in the ten years of tempering, although the tone and sound quality have not changed much, but it has added a touch of vicissitudes and a touch of loneliness. Wu Xueyi felt that Bian Qing's voice was a little familiar, but it was extremely unfamiliar, he really couldn't remember, where did he hear this voice, and who was the owner of this voice?!

The more familiar I feel, the more I don't know when I have seen it, but the more mysterious and frightening it is. Wu Xueyi was originally arrogant, and he didn't care about anyone at all, until he was chased and killed by tens of thousands of his fellow clansmen, he didn't know what a lost dog was, and he knew what fear and regret were. Because of this, he became extremely afraid of death, he could torture others endlessly, but he would never put himself in danger.

"Wu Xueyi, it doesn't matter if you remember me or not! You can't run away if you want to! With this evil technique you cultivated, you should die a thousand times, ten thousand times!"

Bian Qing was speaking a hundred miles away just now, and this time he spoke, he had already come a few feet away from the black bloody clothes. Wu Xueyi really wanted to escape, he swept thousands of zhang, but he was still blocked by Bian Qing, as if he wanted to escape in any direction, Bian Qing would find out in advance.

In order to escape, Wu Xueyi didn't even have the heart to take the lives of those Hanhai Continent disciples in front of him, these people had been tortured by him and were dying, even if they couldn't die now, even the Great Luo Immortal couldn't save them. Even so, Wu Xueyi still couldn't escape, and he realized that the gap between the strength of the other party and himself had reached a level that could not be compared at all.

"Senior, senior, I am the eldest prince of the Wolf Devouring Empire of the Tian Yuan Continent, more than ten years ago, my father had sacrificed his life for the country, and I was left alone, and I asked my predecessor to spare my life and leave a bloodline for our Wu family!"

The weakness and shamelessness of Wu Xueyi's current made Bian Qing never expect that Wu Gaiyun was such a hero, although he was humiliated by the ugly sea monster in the Tianyin Sea for several years, he still washed away his shame with blood. How could this great prince, who was originally rampant in the Wolf Devouring Empire, be so unbearable, where is this worthy of being the descendant of Wu Gaiyun.

"Hmph, sacrifice your life for the country, your father wants to participate in the battle for the hegemony of the Yuan Emperor, travel alone in the Tongling Sea, and finally die heroically, he can be regarded as a good man, are you also worthy of being called his descendant? ! Today's Wolf Devouring Empire, I'm afraid it has been unified, and the current lord must be Wuyunzi, right?!"

Bian Qing thought of Wu Gaiyun, remembered the last words and wishes that the former lord of the country said before he died, and for a while, he had no killing intent to kill this vicious dog.

"Father, my father is really dead?!"

Wu Xueyi has never put Wu Gaiyun in his eyes, he feels that Wu Gaiyun in order to pursue martial arts, give up the throne of the country, it is simply stupid, although countless times to mention his father to outsiders, he has claimed that Wu Gaiyun is dead, but when he heard the news of his father's real death, this guy suddenly felt a burst of inexplicable sadness and pain.

Wu Gaiyun is a rare lord of the Wolf Devouring Empire, in the years of his reign, the Wolf Devouring Empire has risen and become strong, and has the momentum to dominate the Tian Yuan Continent, if it were not for the suppression of the Tian Yuan Dao Sect and the Chengtian Sect in the open and secret, the Wolf Devouring Empire would have defeated the Falling Moon Empire long ago and became the real master of the Tian Yuan Continent.

It was precisely because the martial arts cultivation was too weak, but he was oppressed by the sect everywhere, that Wu Gaiyun decided to devote himself to the martial arts, in order to become a peerless powerhouse and win a position equal to the sect for the Wolf Devouring Empire. Wu Gaiyun's ambition is a fantasy after all. The collapse of the Tianyin Palace took away his life and destroyed his dreams.

For Wu Xueyi, Wu Gaiyun is like a mountain that can never be overcome, although he always wants to stay away from the cover of this mountain, but he is always unconsciously committed to its shadow.

"Wu Gaiyun is really dead, he died very heroically, although there are some regrets, but he is thousands of times stronger than you, Wu Xueyi, you cut yourself off, look at everything you do, none of them are worthy of being the descendants of Wu Gaiyun!"

Bian Qing's brain domain appeared again Wu Gaiyun's eyes and expressions when he was dying, he sighed, Wu Xueyi can't help but kill, this son's cultivation is related to the extremely evil Yin and Hades Gate, and his heart is already hopeless, if he is not removed at this time, when he continues to grow, it can only be a nightmare for the entire secular world.

"Hahaha, who are you?!Who do you think you are?!Saying that my father is dead, you are just talking nonsense, trying to trick me into committing suicide, impossible, impossible!"

The black bloody clothes spit out a long blood-red tongue, and a pair of eyes that were almost only white, revealing madness and unwillingness.

Wu Xueyi still didn't remember who the person in front of him was, although the distance between the two sides was close, he couldn't see each other's faces clearly. The person who came was dressed in a plain robe, and there was no identity token for the participating disciples on his body, so he couldn't tell which continent he was a disciple at all, although his cultivation was at the level of the Yuanwu Emperor realm, it gave people a feeling of being unattainable and unfathomable.

Wu Xueyi secretly thought in his heart, no matter how powerful the person in front of him is, it is only the peak of the Yuanwu Emperor Realm, at most it is the realm of the quasi-emperor, although Wu Xueyi is not sure, he is ready to die and break the net. He wants to fight to the death, he must not die here, he has to return to the throne, and he has to enjoy the stars and the moon again!

"A sea of blood swallows the sky!

The black blood clothes roared, and his penny-like body suddenly shrank into a ball, turning into a blood-colored skeleton a foot high, and at the same time as this blood-colored skeleton appeared, a fishy blood mist suddenly gushed out from the heavens and the earth. In the blood mist, there were wailing souls, and the terrible cries of these souls could almost stab the souls of martial artists of the same rank.