The bloody demonstration of the strong man of Shui Yunjian was quite effective, and when he turned to go back, several forces of people immediately quietly withdrew to the rear.

For the treasures of the Demon Dragon Pond, everyone is tempted, but the reality is cruel. There is a force like Shui Yunjian here, if there is no corresponding strong person in charge, don't even want to get involved in the treasures here, and you don't even have the qualifications to watch the excitement!

"The blood demon deserves to be a blood demon, a little bloody means can make so many people disperse......" The Master of Qianyu on the seat by the pond laughed strangely.

"Qianyu old ghost, you are a lot old, this is not a place where you can play, let's take your little beauty back and play slowly!" Shui Yunjian The strong man who had just made a move laughed loudly, and his tone was full of ridicule.

"Playing or not, it all depends on chance!Perhaps, I'm the one with great luck!" The blood demon's words were not good, and Master Qianyu was not annoyed, but responded with a smile.

"Hmph!" the smile on the blood demon's face narrowed, "Old ghost, you still know each other well, don't get away with a lot of old bones here, that's not good!"

Master Thousand Feathers also sneered, "Really, I want to try!"

"Shame on the face!" the blood demon muttered, no longer caring about the Thousand Feathers.

The treasure is in front of them, and everyone is ready to move, but no one is the first to act.

Luo Hua didn't go after Yunchen at this time, he hung on the edge of the Demon Dragon Pool, quietly watching the scene in the whirlpool in front of him.

The demonic aura was pervasive, the golden light spread, one black and one gold, as the vortex rotated, rising higher and higher, the magic blade and the golden scepter gradually half-surfaced.

At this moment, the blood demon of Shui Yunjian shouted, "Do it!" A blood-colored mist emanated from his body, and his footsteps did not move, and his figure had moved forward. Some of the monks in front of him were stained with the blood mist he emitted, and their skin festered on the spot, and a large cry was raised.

"These guys, refuse to leave, they are clearly dead!" The strong man sitting in the center of the Shui Yunjian camp slowly stood up, and a coercion was slowly released, and the people standing beside him were forced to retreat again and again. The strong man stepped into the air, walked towards the place where the blood demon had swept by, stepped on the head of a monk, and then the heads exploded behind him, and the scene was terrifying and bloody.

"Cleared! Cleared!" As the two powerhouses of their own side made a move, the rest of Shui Yunjian shot with a strange smile and killed the monks of the other camp.

The people who came to Shui Yunjian were all elites, except for Luo Hua, Blood Demon and others, the rest were all powerhouses in the Freedom Realm, and as soon as they made a move, they immediately raised a burst of bloody rain.

"Don't kill, don't kill, we don't want treasures, leave immediately......" The head of a small force exclaimed, trying to stop the hot hands of the people in Shui Yunjian.

"It's late, I didn't leave just now, what else is there to say now!" a monk from Shui Yunjian sneered, and attacked the leader of the small force with a companion.

"The people of Shui Yunjian are intent on swallowing treasures alone, and they will kill people when they see them, so everyone hurry up......" Someone was struggling to resist the attack of the strong man of Shui Yunjian, and asked for help from the people around him.

"I like this atmosphere!" A big red coffin came into the air, and there was a strange laugh inside, the kind of sound that came from the coffin, like a terrible ghost from the Nine Shadows.

"Worry-free ghost king!" someone exclaimed, and immediately recognized the owner of the coffin that came across the sky.

"It's this king, hey, hey, hey......" The big red coffin fell heavily, exuding a terrifying rhythm, making the few people below unable to dodge, and were crushed into a pool of blood and mud on the spot.

"Worry-free old ghost, you also came to get involved in this matter, do you want to find death?" The blood demon stood beside Luo Hua, slowly turned his head, stared at the big red coffin and said coldly.

"Yo yo yo, the water cloud stream is so majestic...... the seeping laughter of the worry-free ghost king in the big red coffin sounded again, "Thousand feather old ghost, you say, should we run away immediately? or they will attack us soon!"

After the previously relatively low-key Thousand Feather Master spoke to the Worry-Free Ghost King, he responded in a loud voice, "Worry-free old ghost, we are all old...... These young people look down on us, how about slaughtering a few of them first?"

"Okay!" The lid of the big red coffin slid slowly, and a faint smoke drifted out of the coffin, quickly solidifying into a human form. He roared on his back, and the dead monks around him flew sideways, and under the inexplicable force, the blood from the bodies of those monks was extracted and poured into the big red coffin.

"Hehe, there aren't many times when you can make a big gain without having to exert your efforts!" said the Worry-Free Ghost King with a sigh of emotion, and with a wave of his hand, the corpses that had been drawn into dried corpses fell one by one around the big red coffin. "You continue to fight! Be ruthless, be desperate! Something happens, this king will collect the corpse for you!"

"Worry-free old ghost, I'm afraid you can refine a few more pots of fine blood dragon liquid, right? Don't forget to give me a share when the time comes!" Master Qianyu smiled, and the curtain of the seat was lifted, revealing his true face, he was an ordinary old man, but he had a few colorful feathers on the back of his head, which looked very strange.

"Of course, how could I be missing your share?"

"Yay...... Well, in order to prevent you from making a bad move, deceive me and not make any efforts, give me some defective products at that time, and I will also have to send some raw materials!" Seeing that the Worry-Free Ghost King agreed, Master Qianyu was pleased, grabbed his hands with both hands, and took a few monks who were caught off guard and sent them to the edge of the big red coffin. As soon as he clasped his hand, the screaming monks let out a clattering sound of their bones being crushed, and streams of blood spilled from the corners of their mouths and fell into the big red coffin.

"Someone who dares to kill us?" The blood demon's face was gloomy, and he had just discovered that one of the people captured by the Thousand Feather Master was one of them.

"Kill all the killings, what do you want to do with you?" With a flick of his hand, a dried corpse with obvious signs of demonization was thrown in front of the blood demon.

In the face of the Venerable Thousand Feathers' blatant provocation, the Blood Demon wanted to make a move, but as soon as he took half a step, he thought of something urgent, so he stopped and glared at the Venerable Thousand Feathers fiercely, and then he turned his head again and stared at the center of the whirlpool of the Demon Dragon Pool.

Master Qianyu withdrew his gaze from the blood demon and laughed wantonly, "Worry-free old ghost, these fools came here today, obviously to send us a big tonic, don't they look like?"

"It's all there!" said the Worry-Free Ghost King laughed, and multiple mist separated from his body and escaped in all directions.

"Don't be touched by those fogs, the Worry-Free Ghost King is a soul cultivator, and those fogs are specially refined by him to destroy people's souls, and it will be over as soon as they touch it!" Seeing the mist released by the Worry-Free Ghost King, someone screamed and immediately fled away.

"Lao Tzu doesn't care about this, it's not a place for people to stay!" someone shouted in horror, before the real war broke out, he saw a series of bloody methods. Without absolute strength, it will only be in vain here. Immediately after realizing this, a group of monks fled for their lives.

"Don't go...... I can't bear you!" the Ghost King wailed, unfolding his body and chasing after the monks who wanted to leave.

"Lord Ghost King, spare your life......" Someone found that the worry-free ghost king was chasing him, and he was so frightened that he begged for mercy while fleeing.

"Is this king so scary, am I ugly?" the Worry-Free Ghost King followed behind a small group of monks without hurry, his face playful.

"Yes...... Yes, ah, it's not ......" The person who answered was incoherent and ran quickly, only hating his father for not giving him two more legs.

"Then why are you so afraid of what I'm doing? I can't bear you, why don't you stay with me!" As he said this, the Ghost King suddenly appeared in front of everyone and let out his trademark permeating smile.

The group of people who were intercepted didn't dare to make a move at all, they knew what the Sanssouci Ghost King meant by staying with him, it was obviously going to the coffin to accompany him. In the midst of the fright, someone trembled and pointed to the strong man on the other side and said, "Lord Ghost King, the people over there are stronger, you will need them more!"

A group of people obviously wanted to cause trouble, and the worry-free ghost king laughed, "I don't need you to teach me how to do things, this king has taken a fancy to you, it is your blessing......"

In the oozing laughter, the Worry-Free Ghost King shook out a cloth bag. The sack grew out of his hand, and in the strange whistling of whirring, a group of monks were sucked in.

"Harvest day!" the Worry-Free Ghost King laughed, took back the cloth bag, and shook it, listening to the cry of mercy coming from inside, he was extremely satisfied, and a pair of strange eyes glanced at the group of monks in the other direction.

The Sanssouci Ghost King over there was hunting down monks, and the Thousand Feather Venerable Master here was also making a move, picking out some forces that did not have the powerhouses of the Psychic Realm to attack, howling miserably, and there were no powerhouses of the same level to stop them.

"You guys, you guys, you should really listen to the words of those little guys in Shui Yunjian, wouldn't it be okay to leave early?" Master Qianyu smiled, and a pair of gorgeous light wings appeared behind him, and when the light wings snapped together, thousands of light feathers struck, and one by one the strong ones were pierced by the light feathers and nailed to the ground. Luckily, there are strong people who can avoid pieces of light feathers, and they will also immediately attract the thunder blow of the Thousand Feathers, anyway, none of the people who are targeted by him can survive.

When the Thousand Feather Master and the Worry-Free Ghost King were hunting monks everywhere, several powerful people gathered at the edge of the Demon Dragon Pool. No one cares about the fate of the fleeing monks, who are only in the way. Everyone understands that treasure winners will only be born among the powerhouses of their top powers.

Yunchen stood alone on one side, his eyes half-narrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I'm the strongest in Shui Yunjian, but you have no chance in this treasure battle!" the strong man in Shui Yunjian looked around at everyone and said confidently. Among the Divine Realm powerhouses present, there were only three of them who were in the clouds, which was an absolute advantage.

"Joke, the head snake here, the people from Tianxiaomen haven't arrived yet, it's hard to say which one is stronger or weaker!" said a loose cultivator disapplausively, even if there were three strong people present in Shui Yunjian, he didn't have any fears.

The strong man of Shui Yunjian smiled and said nothing, looking confident, obviously having great confidence in this battle for the treasure.

In the distance, a big red robe swayed and landed firmly in front of everyone, a short old woman. She was dressed in a wide and long red robe, and a large part of the robe was dragged on the ground, looking a little nondescript.

"Lord of the Red Flower Valley, heh, you are well-informed, and you can know what is going on here from afar!" The strong man of Shui Yunjian was slightly moved, and he didn't dare to despise the old woman in front of him.

"It's not that the old woman is well-informed, the old ghost is trying to ask the old woman to come over to help him get the treasure, and the old woman has to come!"

"I've heard for a long time that the Lord of the Red Flower Valley has a leg with the Worry-Free Ghost King...... Now it seems that the rumor about the Lord of the Red Flower Valley teaming up with the Worry-Free Ghost King to kill his husband is quite credible!" Shui Yunjian's powerhouse said with a smile.

Hearing others mention the murder of their husbands, the Lord of the Red Flower Valley screamed angrily as if someone had uncovered the scales, "We old bones, we also need to talk about it as a junior?"

"Good baby, those little guys are angry with you, leave them alone!" The worry-free ghost king on the edge of the big red coffin laughed strangely, and shouted to stop the Red Flower Valley Lord who wanted to do it, and then swept the cloth bag in his hand, and the various terrible screams coming from it were the most beautiful sounds in the world for him.

"Alright, don't make any noise, give all your blood!" The Ghost King let out that oozing strange laugh, holding the mouth of the cloth bag with one hand, and the other hand flashing with a dark light and squeezing down the mouth of the bag, and the screams in the cloth bag stopped at once.

"The harvest is really good!" the Worry-Free Ghost King smiled happily, let go of the bag, and poured it into the big red coffin, and a large stream of blood poured out from the mouth of the bag.

The big red coffin was obviously carved with a spatial formation, no matter how much blood the Worry-Free Ghost King injected into it, it couldn't overflow at all, and there was no change in the big red coffin.

"And these!" the Thousand Feather Master shouted, and with a flap of light wings behind his back, the light feathers that had pinned many monks to the ground slowly faded away, and the wounds on the corpses of those monks suddenly shot blood. Under the guidance of the Thousand Feather Master, the blood that shot up from the corpses gathered into a river of blood and poured into the big red coffin of the Worry-Free Ghost King.

"Haha, it's time to get down to business!" The Worry-Free Ghost King slapped his hand, and the coffin lid on the side was slowly closed, and his dark eyes stared at the powerhouses on the edge of the Demon Dragon Pool.

The big red coffin was obviously carved with a spatial formation, no matter how much blood the Worry-Free Ghost King injected into it, it couldn't overflow at all, and there was no change in the big red coffin.

"And these!" the Thousand Feather Master shouted, and with a flap of light wings behind his back, the light feathers that had pinned many monks to the ground slowly faded away, and the wounds on the corpses of those monks suddenly shot blood. Under the guidance of the Thousand Feather Master, the blood that shot up from the corpses gathered into a river of blood and poured into the big red coffin of the Worry-Free Ghost King.

"Haha, it's time to get down to business!" The Worry-Free Ghost King slapped his hand, and the coffin lid on the side was slowly closed, and his dark eyes stared at the powerhouses on the edge of the Demon Dragon Pool.

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