Chapter 90: The Blood of the God of War

"Great Elder, what about the other elders of your tribe?" Glancing at everyone present, the black-robed old man asked with a smile.

And before the Great Elder could speak, the war scorpion was the first to say: "Those old guys were fooled by that little white face and ran to the big ravine to find stones. ”

"It's a bit of a pity, but it should be enough. The corners of the black-robed old man's mouth hooked and sneered.

"What's enough?" the Great Elder asked vigilantly, sensing that something was wrong, while secretly on guard, but just as he was about to get up, his whole body slumped and sat on the chair.

At this time, not only was his body sour and weak, but even the Xuan Qi in his body was entangled in a black energy, which was difficult to mobilize.

At this time, even the Great Elder knew that they had been poisoned, and the person who poisoned them was obviously the black-robed old man.

"You actually poisoned it!" the Great Elder glared at the black-robed old man and said hatefully.

"No, it's not me who poisoned it, but your good grandson. The black-robed old man sneered.

The Great Elder looked at the War Scorpion and asked in disbelief, "Why? Why are you doing this?"

"It's very simple, that is, I want to be the elder of the God of War tribe, the only elder, and this God of War tribe should belong to me War Scorpion alone. The war scorpion smiled fiercely, at this moment he completely tore off his previous disguise, revealing his ambition.

Hearing this, the Great Elder immediately felt a burst of sadness, he didn't expect that he actually raised such a white-eyed wolf, and also lured the wolf into the room.

And the poison under this war scorpion is extremely domineering, just for this moment, almost all the barbarians present are bleeding and stop breathing, and only the Great Elder is still struggling to support.

"Haha... Old fellow, you can go with confidence, the God of War tribe will prosper in the hands of my war scorpion!"

Thinking that with the support of Zhou Yu, he would lead the God of War tribe to prosperity and become the overlord of the entire barbarian race, the war scorpion was excited, that was what he wanted!

As for that Zhou Yu, when he becomes the overlord of the entire barbarian race, isn't that kind of fool at his kneading?

"I'm afraid your dream won't come true!" the old man's voice sounded behind the war scorpion, and at the same time, a blood-stained sword tip pierced out of the war scorpion's chest, piercing his heart, causing the expression on the war scorpion's face to freeze instantly.

Looking at the tip of the bloody sword in disbelief, the war scorpion turned back with difficulty, but what he saw was the familiar face of the black-robed old man.

"You... Why?" the war scorpion asked with difficulty as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You think you hide your ambitions very well, don't you know that that little trick is completely a child's trick in the eyes of the old man, and the young master of my family doesn't need a villain like you who can betray his own people and even poison his own relatives. The black-robed old man said coldly, and then pulled out the long sword in his hand from the body of the war scorpion, and a stream of hot blood immediately erupted.

As the blood spurted out, the war scorpion felt as if the power in its body was also flowing out of its body, and finally its body fell to the ground with a limp, and its consciousness fell into endless darkness.

"Retribution, retribution!" Seeing the war scorpion die at the hands of the black-robed old man, the Great Elder laughed miserably, and shouted retribution in his mouth.

Ignoring the great elder who was still breathing, the black-robed old man took out five array flags and planted them on the ground, and said with a smile: "With the souls of these people, these five treasures should be able to take shape." ”

With the appearance of the five array flags, the black phantom visible to the naked eye emerged from the bodies of those dead barbarians, and then was swallowed up by the suction emitted by the five array flags.

As the more the array flag devoured, the more the aura on it became, and after the black phantom was devoured, the aura with the four array flags reached a peak, forming a little mellow spirituality hidden in the array flag.

"Is there one more? But after absorbing the souls of the women and children in the tribe, it will be almost the same. His brows furrowed, and then the black-robed old man put away the five array flags, and a pair of old eyes flashed with a cold light to look at the great elder who was about to die.

Now there's only one old guy left, and it's time to send him on his way!

"Stop!"

However, just as the black-robed old man wanted to draw his sword to kill the Great Elder, a coquettish cry came from behind him, and at the same time, a war spear with unparalleled power shot towards him.

"When—"

Turning, drawing the sword, parrying, retracting the sword, the whole action was done in one go, and then the war spear was split in half from head to tail and fell to the ground.

Zhan Wuhuang, who came quickly, looked solemnly at the war spear that had been split in half, and then a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the black-robed old man's body, and said coldly: "You are Zhou Yu's person!"

This black-robed old man had never seen it, and he was one of the five black-robed old men who were preparing to besiege and kill them in Lingyun City.

At that time, because there was no fight, although Zhan Wuhuang felt that the five people were not simple, he did not know their true combat power, and now from his understatement of splitting the war spear he threw with all his strength, it can be seen that his combat power is definitely far superior to his own.

This can't help but make Zhan Wuhuang dignified, and I'm afraid there will be a vicious battle next.

At this moment, more than a dozen barbarian warriors who followed closely behind Zhan Wuhuang rushed over, and after seeing those clansmen who had lost their lives, they were all stunned, and then stared at the black-robed old man with eyes full of anger and hatred.

Seeing the arrival of Zhan Wuhuang, the Great Elder, who was still dying, struggled to sit up, coughed out a mouthful of black blood, and said, "Ahem... Wuhuang, it's the old man who is sorry for you, but for the sake of the tribe, take the rest of the clan to live, let the old man help you now!"

With that, the Great Elder suddenly detonated his Xuan Qi, revealing a crimson gem.

With the appearance of the blood of the god of war, a blood light immediately burst out from the bodies of those dead barbarians, and the blood light disappeared into the blood-colored gem in the blink of an eye.

The infusion of countless blood rays seemed to awaken some kind of existence in the blood-colored gem, and a terrifying coercion emanated from it, causing the black-robed old man who was closest to him to fly out directly by this coercion, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out on the way.

Seeing that the black-robed old man was about to be suppressed by the power of the gem, the five array flags automatically flew out, forming a formation to guard the black-robed old man in the center.

"Ahem... I didn't expect the old guy to have such a means, and he almost capsized in the gutter, but this baby is a cheap old man. Coughing up a trace of blood, the black-robed old man greedily looked at the blood-colored gem that erupted with terrifying coercion.

This thing knows at a glance that it is a treasure, and if you can get it, your strength will definitely be greatly improved, and you may be able to break through to the realm of Tiangang in your lifetime.

"That's... The blood of the god of war!" Zhan Wuhuang looked at the blood gem in shock, as the messenger of the god of war, she was naturally no stranger to the blood of the god of war, although she had not seen the real thing, but the tribal inheritance had a record of this treasure.

It is rumored that the blood of this god of war is condensed from a drop of the essence blood of the ancient god of war, carrying the inheritance of the god of war, and has incredible power, but it is said that this treasure has been lost thousands of years ago, but I didn't expect it to reappear in the hands of the great elder at this moment.

After absorbing the blood light, the blood of the God of War seemed to be full, and after shaking in the air for a while, it turned into a blood light and disappeared into the center of Zhan Wuhuang's eyebrows.

As soon as the blood of the God of War entered her body, Zhan Wuhuang felt as if the blood all over her body was boiling, and the powerful power surged in her body, even giving her the illusion that a single punch could shatter the entire firmament.

"Damn, that baby belongs to the old man!" The old man in the black robe immediately turned red with a pair of old eyes after seeing the blood of the God of War submerged in Zhan Wuhuang's body, staring at Zhan Wuhuang viciously.

"Da Zhuang, leave with the rest of the clansmen, this person will be dragged by me. Zhan Wuhuang, who had calmed down, said that at this moment she had already controlled the power in her body.

However, although her strength has increased dramatically now, it is still worse than the black-robed old man, and the black-robed old man is guarded by the five array flags, it is difficult to compete with it, and she can delay it for a while at most.

"But..."Da Zhuang looked at the black-robed old man resentfully and wanted to refuse, but as soon as he said this, he was interrupted by Zhan Wuhuang.

"This is an order, don't you even listen to my order?" Zhan Wuhuang said coldly, she didn't have time to care about it at the moment, because the pressure on her from that black-robed old man was too great.

Although Zhan Wuhuang can usually compete with the martial artists of the four or five heavens of the innate sky, in the final analysis, her cultivation is only a half-step innate realm, and even with the integration of the blood of the god of war at this time, it is difficult for her to compete with the old man in the black robe.

So now she can only drag the black-robed old man to buy time for Da Zhuang and the others.

"Yes, let's go!" Da Zhuang's steel teeth were almost crushed, and after looking at Zhan Wuhuang and the black-robed man, he immediately ran out with a dozen brothers behind him.

"Little slut, hurry up and hand over that treasure, otherwise the old man will make you regret coming to this world!" The black-robed old man stared at Zhan Wuhuang fiercely, and at the same time slowly drew the long sword in his hand.

"Don't think!" Zhan Wuhuang's answer was only these two words, but it did everything she could say.

"Okay, very good, then you will die!" With a loud shout, the black-robed old man turned into a ghost and rushed quickly, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at Zhan Wuhuang's throat like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

"Fight!"

With a shout, the battle intent in Zhan Wuhuang's beautiful eyes almost turned into substance, holding a shield in his left hand and a spear in his right hand, like a female god of war, and directly greeted the black-robed old man who rushed over.

As the messenger of the god of war, Zhan Wuhuang did not have the word retreat in her mind at all, no matter how powerful the enemy was, she had only one word - that was war!

Just when Zhan Wuhuang was fighting with the black-robed old man, Qin Hao, who was far away in Lingyun City, finally completed the cultivation of the Nine Palaces Bagua Step in the speed and passion of countless super jade bees.

Of course, this is only the initial cultivation of the Nine Palaces Bagua Step, and if you want to truly cultivate it, it will take at least eight thousand years to achieve it.

As for opening up a world like an old pervert, the time is measured in 10,000 years.

"Old pervert, although I am grateful to you for helping me cultivate the Nine Palace Bagua Steps, but I still want to beat you up, Master!" Qin Hao clenched his fists and made a rattling bone explosion, he had to beat this old pervert into a pig's head today.

No, this old pervert is a pig's head at the moment.

Although this is abusing small animals, this is not the earth, and no animal protectionists have come to trouble him, even if he has given this old perverted pig body to Ling Chi.

"Boy, in this space, the old man has the final say, you can try it now!" the old pervert clasped his nostrils with a pig's trotter and said with disdain.

At the same time, dozens of sword blades of a long length emerged from the ground, intersecting each other to form a cage, sealing Qin Hao inside.

"Count you ruthless!" Looking at the extremely sharp blade in front of him, Qin Hao could only helplessly raise a middle finger at the old pervert.

Then he sat down cross-legged depressedly and began to use the magic techniques on the Blood Demon Sutra to refine the two Blood Soul Needles.