The moment the voice came from the blood cloud, all the warriors of the Yin Yang Valley were as pale as earth.

Even Xuanyuan Tibing's eyes showed a trace of despair.

"Help me up!"

Xuanyuan raised troops and motioned to Lu Han.

Lu Han snorted, used himself as a crutch, and helped Xuanyuan to raise his troops.

Above the dry sea of blood, Xuanyuan raised his head and looked at the sea of blood surging in the void, the slightly white hair on his sideburns was flying, and he was slightly desolate.

"Looks like you've split yourself in two?"

Xuanyuan asked.

"The reaction was really fast, but it was still too late!"

There was a mocking sound in the sea of blood, only in the surging blood-colored seawater, it condensed wildly, and then the sea of blood that stretched for hundreds of miles turned into a figure.

Covered in blood red, it looks extremely terrifying.

The blood-colored figure paced in the sky, looking extraordinarily leisurely, like admiring flowers in the courtyard, and said: "As early as more than two hundred years ago, this king divided the body into two!"

"One of them is the idiot who just blew himself up. After more than two hundred years of cultivation, it has split ten doppelgangers. It's just a pity...... It's all gone!"

In the void, the Scarlet Evil King sneered.

"It seems that you are still very proud? Now that I Xuanyuan is raising troops, it is impossible for me to be your opponent, and no one will compete with you anymore?"

Xuanyuan Tibing no longer let Lu Han support him, and stood with difficulty, looking calm.

"It's a little proud!"

The Scarlet Evil King nodded unabashedly, and then said, "Actually, if you hadn't worked so hard, you would have discovered the existence of this king as soon as possible." In the face of two evil kings, there is only a 1% chance of winning. Now you can't carry a gun in your hand, and this one percent victory rate has also been snuffed out by this king, and Yin Yang Valley can no longer trap this king!"

On the dry earth, Xuanyuan raised his head and shook his head, "It's really calculated, even 'my own' life was thrown out in vain."

The twists and turns in this, Xuanyuan Tibing immediately understood.

Although the Evil King's body was split into two, the previous Evil King and the current Scarlet Evil King had already become two separate existences.

Now that they have completely become two evil kings, there are checks and balances.

In the Yin-Yang Valley, you may be able to get along safely, but if you escape from the Yin-Yang Valley, you will have to divide the highs and lows.

Therefore, the previous evil king blew himself up, and this blood-colored evil king didn't think about rescue at all. Or, the previous evil king didn't know that the sea of blood he was hiding in was another 'self'.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

Treating himself like this, the evil king's scheming can be seen.

After thinking about it, on the dry sea of blood, Xuanyuan raised his troops calmly and calmly folded his sleeves, and said with a light smile: "Maybe you have forgotten that thousands of years ago, when the first head of the family Xuanyuan was entering the Yin Yang Valley, he left something behind!"

Well?

The evil king frowned, and his face was puzzled. But I heard Xuanyuan raise the soldiers and continue, "I don't know if I have heard the roar of the three thousand heroic souls?"

The evil king's face has changed dramatically!

Xuanyuan Tibing smiled slightly, "It seems that you still sensed its existence!"

"It's ridiculous that a dying person dares to threaten this king!"

The evil king's face was hideous, staring at Xuanyuan with murderous eyes, and then he walked towards the latter like thunder, vowing to fight the lion and the rabbit and strangle any potential danger.

Facing the blood-colored evil king who was rushing in the sky, Xuanyuan raised troops and completely calmed down. The mind becomes calm and the gaze is determined. Then he sat cross-legged, let the blood soak into the loess earth, and just shouted:

"Zuo Jiaming Sect Qinglong Department right sword envoy under the command of the Tianzi Battalion Thousand Households Xuanyuan Po thirty-second generation descendant Xuanyuan raised troops, willing to sacrifice blood and take the soul as a guide, I implore the three thousand heroic souls to revive and save my Dongling!"

Before Xuanyuan's words fell, the evil king had already killed him.

Bang.

With a shocking bang, the evil king's punch fell, but it was intercepted by Yan Zangfeng. It's just that the latter only took a punch and was smashed and flew out.

The evil king frowned, and once again raised troops towards Xuanyuan in front of him.

"Amitabha!"

Between heaven and earth, there is a Buddha speaking loudly. I saw that there was a mercy in front of Xuanyuan Tibing, and his hands were folded, blocking the evil king's punch.

After a punch, the armor around Ci Nan's body turned into powder, and countless cracks appeared in the Buddhist treasure body, like a broken porcelain bottle.

The evil king laughed out loud, looked at the bald donkey in front of him, and smashed another punch on Xuan Yan's body.

After the second punch, Ci Nan was bleeding all over his body and his breath was dying.

After the martyrdom, Xuanyuan raised the dead body to be extremely calm at the moment, just like an ancient monk in a fixed place, but the blood around his body was like an injection, but his voice was full of pathos.

"Zuo Jiaming Sect Qinglong Department right sword envoy under the command of the Tianzi Battalion Thousand Households Xuanyuan Po thirty-second generation descendant Xuanyuan raised troops, willing to sacrifice blood and take the soul as a guide, I implore the three thousand heroic souls to revive and save my Dongling!"

......

Xuanyuan kept spitting blood out of his mouth, but the sound of calling never stopped. It's like a tribal priest in ancient times, who used himself as a sacrifice to summon sleeping heroic spirits.

On the battlefield, the smashed Yan Zangfeng rushed to the aid again, but the third punch of the evil king had already fallen on Cinan.

There was a loud bang.

The body of mercy was suddenly shattered like a porcelain vase, and his body died.

Yan Zangfeng was like a wind and clouds, and suddenly came to Xuanyuan to raise troops, and once again greeted the punch smashed by the evil king, and at the same time roared angrily, "Drifting Snow Palace belongs, swear to protect Xuanyuan soldiers!"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Zangfeng once again resisted the evil king's punch, and a big hole was directly smashed out of his chest, and he flew out upside down again.

In an instant, all the Drifting Snow Palace ancestors who followed Yan Zangfeng down the mountain headed towards Xuanyuan.

In the battlefield, Lu Han hissed and roared, carried the Xuanyuan blood flag, looked back at the million army, and roared angrily: "With the order of the thirty-three generations of the head of the Xuanyuan Mansion, the whole army will protect my father!"

Under the void, the commander of the 700,000 army made a sound, moving like thunder, and instantly changed the formation to protect Xuanyuan's troops.

Rumble.

Boom.

In the void, the evil king sneered, and three punches in succession shattered the battle intent of the 700,000 army. It caused all the people to vomit blood, and the great array was defeated.

Then, the evil king landed another punch.

There was a loud bang, and at the last moment when the extremely terrifying force killed Xuanyuan to raise troops, a row of people finally appeared in front of the latter, and they forcibly blocked the punch attack.

It's just that after that punch, the six martial ancestors of the Drifting Snow Palace turned into powder, and their souls flew away.

Yan Zangfeng looked at the six heirs who died in an instant, and his eyes suddenly split, and he headed towards the evil king again like a mad demon......

At the same time, tens of thousands of warriors on the battlefield also reacted, and rushed to Xuanyuan like a torrent of steel, swearing not to let the latter die under the fist of the evil king!

In the formation of 700,000 troops, Xuanyuan was still sitting on the ground and shouting loudly as before, sacrificing the heroic soul with blood:

"Zuo Jiaming Sect Qinglong Department right sword envoy under the command of the Tianzi Battalion Thousand Households Xuanyuan Po thirty-second generation descendant Xuanyuan raised troops, willing to sacrifice blood and take the soul as a guide, I implore the three thousand heroic souls to revive and save my Dongling!"