In the gloomy and secluded hall, when Xie Qinghou finished saying that, he stood up from the ground, with a gentle smile on his demonic face, looking directly at the Blood Yin Hou.

"Presumptuous!"

The Blood Yin Marquis was furious, and he raised his palm and slapped it towards Xie Qinghou.

Boom.

The Blood Yin Hou did not slap out a palm, but he fell to the ground with a stumble. On his chest, I don't know when a golden dagger appeared, and the light of the Buddha on the dagger was shining, and it seemed to be able to neutralize all the evils in the world.

Blood Yin Hou's face changed, and he raised his head and stared at Xie Qinghou coldly, "You rebel, dare to make a move against Ben Hou!"

In the main hall, Xie Qinghou chuckled, "Why not?"

"Do you think that with a dagger contaminated with the power of the Buddha's wishes, you can kill Ben Hou?"

Blood Yin Hou sneered, and stood up with blood on the corner of his mouth. The robe was extremely black, the black hair was fluttering wildly, and the feminine face was gray at the moment, looking particularly terrifying, like a ghost in hell.

"Naturally, you can't kill it!"

Xie Qinghou nodded, "But at least it will make you lose your peak state within three years." I don't know if a wasted Blood Yin Marquis will become the blood food in the mouth of the Blood God Marquis!"

The face of the Blood Yin Hou condensed, and the face of the Yin Owl suddenly surged with a hideous color, and his five fingers pointed at Xie Qinghou like eagle claws, and his voice was cold, "Ben Hou raised you for ten years and made you a blood child." Let you have hope of succeeding the Blood Spirit Hall in the future, you dare to betray Ben Hou!"

"Raise me for 10 years, do you want to raise me for 10 years after killing my parents?"

Xie Qinghou's face froze, and the light of hatred flashed on his demonic face, "As for making me a blood son...... Thank you very much, without this identity, I, Xie Qinghou, would not be able to touch the core of the Blood Spirit Palace!"

"Your parents died at the hands of the Drifting Snow Palace......! It was Ben Hou who raised you, passed on your divine skills, and made you an invincible existence in the Drifting Snow Palace, enjoying countless glories!"

The Blood Yin Marquis said angrily.

The Blood Yin Marquis's eyes were like torches, shining with a fierce light, "Do you think I really don't know that you were once an outcast of the Drifting Snow Palace, the junior disciple of the Yannan Returning Palace Master?"

"You ......"

Blood Yin Hou's fingers trembled, and he stared at Xie Qinghou incredulously, but he didn't expect the latter to even know such a secret thing.

"In this case, it seems that Ben Hou will leave you untouched!"

In the main hall, the laughter of the Yin Marquis of Blood Yin sounded, like the cry of the devil, which made people feel cold all over the body. I saw him slowly pull out the dagger on his chest and strode towards Xie Qinghou.

"Originally, I also expected you to completely inherit Benhou's divine skills, and after breaking through the realm of Wuhou, you will become Benhou's blood food. Now it seems that we can only suck your flesh and blood right now!"

The Blood Yin Hou laughed coldly, and a pair of jade hands glowed with pitch-black light, and suddenly walked towards Xie Qinghou.

Bang.

Xie Qinghou's face changed, and he turned around and escaped from the main hall, but he was blown away by the Blood Yin Marquis's palm halfway.

"Even if Ben Hou is plotted by you, it is easy to kill you!"

Blood Yin Hou Yin sneered, raised his foot again, and stepped towards Xie Qinghou.

"I could have left quietly, but I, Xie Qinghou, still want to kill in this life!

In the blood-colored hall, Xie Qinghou laughed loudly. Under the palm of the Blood Yin Hou, he was drenched in blood, but at this moment, the latter obviously did not have a trace of fear, and his dark eyes were full of death.

In the blink of an eye, Xie Qinghou turned into a long rainbow and swept the blood-colored hall.

"What a white-eyed wolf that can't be tamed!"

Looking at Xie Qinghou who had escaped from the main hall, the Blood Yin Marquis smiled darkly, and then there was a fierce long roar, and he roared murderously: "Blood son Xie Qinghou has apostasy, whoever my Blood Spirit Hall belongs to, there will be no forgiveness for killing!"

Suddenly, in the Qinglong Mountain Range, in the behemoth blood-colored palace group, countless black-robed figures swept out, chasing and killing Xie Qinghou.

"Kill ......"

Outside the main hall, Xie Qinghou let out a terrifying roar, and the momentum around him continued to rise, and in just a few breaths, he touched the realm of Wuhou. Then the figure swept rapidly, and it was submerged into the reckless Qinglong Mountain Range.

Behind Xie Qinghou, hundreds of black robes chased and killed.

Recite.

Groaning ......

At this moment, in the Xuanyuan Mansion, Lin Cangxue, who was in retreat, suddenly opened her bright eyes, and as soon as her jade hand flipped over, a bronze ancient order appeared, flashing with scorching light, as if countless news were surging.

Lin Cangxue's face froze, and her divine sense was submerged in the token......

Tenth kill: Han Yunxiao, the fourth elder of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, under the seat of the Bloody Cloth, one of the twelve deputy envoys.

The Northern Yan Dynasty Zhenbei Hou, one of the deputy envoys of the Blood Yin Marquis.

The elder of the Wind and Rain Building, Qi Wudao, the blood god marquis, the head of the seven ghosts.

Drifting Snow Palace Hong Jiu, the person under the seat of the Blood Spirit Marquis, codenamed Mei Seventeen!

Xiao Daosheng, the right prime minister of the Shangguan Dynasty, is the person under the seat of the blood-clothed marquis, codenamed Xia Twenty-one.

Han Qingtian, the sect leader of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, the deputy envoy of the Blood God Marquis!

Jiang Licheng, a disciple of the Yin Demon King, is the fifth marquis of the Blood Spirit Palace.

......

In just a few breaths, among the tokens of the thirteen kills, news rushed to emerge, and there were hundreds or thousands of them.

And among them, everyone's name is a character from the famous town of the Eastern Spirit Realm.

There is a wind and rain building too elders.

There is a royal power.

There is Han Qingtian.

There is also the second Jiang of martial arts leaving the city.

And all of them are actually people from the Blood Spirit Palace, one by one, like dark poisonous snakes, hidden in the shadows for many years, preparing for a fatal blow.

Feeling the news in the token, Lin Cangxue was shocked, and her dark eyes flashed with fierce killing intent.

Blood Spirit Temple, a group of monsters that manipulate the will of warriors and suck the blood and lifespan of living people.

"Little Ten, where are you?"

In the token, the sound of the third kill suddenly sounded.

However, the tenth kill did not answer the question of the third kill, but continued to pass the message.

"The Blood Spirit Hall is divided into four major blood marquises, and the fifth person is intended to be Jiang Licheng. Above the four blood marquis, there are the two kings of yin and yang, the king of yang is killed by the lord of the army, and there is still the king of yin and evil!"

"Under the four blood marquis, each has two major protectors and twelve deputy envoys. In addition, there are forty-nine people each in spring, summer, autumn and winter under the seat of the Bloody Cloth. Under the seat of the Blood Spirit Marquis, there are sixty-four people each of Mei Lan and Zhu Ju, and there are eighty-one people each of the Blood Yin Hou and the Yin and Qing Yuan, and the Blood God Hou has ninety-nine each of the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang!"

The news here is surging like a tide, but there is blood and rain in the Qinglong Mountain Range.

Xie Qinghou held a huge scythe and fought hundreds of black-robed people in the form of a martial marquis. In less than half an hour, within a radius of a hundred miles from the Blood Spirit Palace, there were hundreds of corpses.

Xie Qinghou hunted in bloody clothes, and there were dozens of wounds around his body, each of which was blurred with flesh and blood, and white bones could be seen.

However, this young man, who looked feminine and even a little demonic, was like a hellish god of death at this time, showing a fierce posture, and a blood-colored scythe in his hand danced like a ruthless blade.

"Xie Qinghou, if you dare to betray the Blood Spirit Palace, we will drink your blood and eat your flesh and blood!"

"You are a son of blood, and you have committed such a heinous crime, and you will not come to death soon!"

"Today, you can't escape with your wings, come and kneel down yourself, Lord Blood Yin Hou will definitely leave your whole corpse!"

......

In the vast jungle, the angry shouts and rebukes of the people of the Blood Spirit Hall continued to sound.

Xie Qinghou was dressed in blood, as if he had never heard of it, his bewitching face revealed Ling Ran's righteousness and the generosity of a strong man to die, and in his blood-stained hand, he held a bronze ancient token.

Behind the bronze ancient token, there is an ancient seal engraved with the word 'ten'.

Ten kills, Xie Qinghou!

(End of chapter)