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Due to the miscalculation of the strength of Silver Moon City, the entire Evil Dao Alliance fell into a bitter battle, and when Ye Wentian and the eleven blood angels returned, it put the Evil Dao Alliance in a desperate situation!

Originally, the battle situation had already begun to tilt, when eleven blood angels joined the battle group, the evil path powerhouse collapsed, except for Han Huang who saw the bad opportunity and fled decisively, the rest of the people were all captured alive, and even the demigod beginner Shen Tuming was imprisoned by the three blood angels and the demigod powerhouse of the Violet family.

Since then, the overall situation has been decided, the evil path has been defeated, and Yinyue has won a big victory!

As for the millions of corpse refining soldiers in the city, they were all shattered by Ye Wentian's silence and dark thunder, and he finally understood where those who disappeared had gone, it turned out that they had all been trained into corpse soldiers by Yin Chonghua!

&nb!; According to statistics, the total number of people who disappeared exceeded eight million, that is to say, Yin Chonghua used the art of alchemy to kill eight million sinners alone!

Such a ruthless woman, such a ruthless corpse king sect, such a cruel corpse alchemy technique, no wonder the corpse demon sect was surrounded and suppressed by the world back then, it seems that it is really not unreasonable.

For these evil powerhouses, Ye Wentian will certainly not be soft, and immediately follow the method taught by Worette to build an altar in Silvermoon City.

The altar is actually a circular pit full of magic circles, and there are dense blood grooves in the pit, which are connected to form mysterious patterns, as long as the patterns are filled with blood, the seal of the Eye of the Wolf God can be opened.

After the altar was built, the captured evil sect powerhouses were escorted to the side of the altar, and they were arranged according to their ranks, one demigod powerhouse, ten super supremes, thirty-three ordinary supremes, and eight hundred and thirty below the supreme.

Feeling the bloody power in the altar, the captured evil powerhouses all understood their fate, and while resenting Ye Wentian, they also had lifelong regrets, if it weren't for the desire for profit, how could they take risks and end up in today's tragic end?

There is no regret medicine in the world, and there is no point in regret, even if he cries and begs for repentance, Ye Wentian will definitely not waver in the slightest.

If you should kill, you have to kill, if you don't kill, it's not enough to establish power, Ye Wentian will soon go to the Starry Sky Ancient Road to return to the world of his previous life, it is impossible to bring everyone with him, and the new empire that has just been established also needs to develop steadily, so he must kill, kill until all enemies are afraid.

In Silvermoon City, all the survivors gathered around the altar, and the crowd waited for the blood sacrifice to begin, and everyone's eyes contained a strong hatred, hatred for the evil way.

After Ye Wentian occupied Silvermoon City, he only deprived them of their rights and did not slaughter them, and the evil way actually wanted to slaughter the entire Silvermoon City, how could they not hate?

On the edge of the altar, Teresa sat on the Ice Throne, her hands kept rubbing her forehead, she seemed to be very tired, her ontological strength was not strong enough, and forcibly stimulating the Titan bloodline had a great load on the body, after all, this was the martial spirit world, and after the transformation, she could not get the support and assistance of the rule system, so she could only use her body to resist.

She made a rough estimate that only by cultivating to level ninety-five could she awaken the Titan bloodline unscrupulously, and when she cultivated to level ninety-nine, she would be able to successfully advance to the god level, and there would be no obstacles or difficulties in becoming a god.

Ye Wentian stood on the arch raised at the edge of the altar, beckoned, and immediately a guard pressed an evil disciple over, this person wrote that the disciple was only at the level of the Spirit Emperor, he never expected that the first to be sacrificed by blood was actually himself.

"What are your last words?" Ye Wentian asked, grabbing the hair of the evil disciple with his left hand, and holding the Emperor's Dragon Tooth Knife on his neck with his right hand.

"You, don't kill me, I'm just a small character, you go kill them, they deserve to die. The evil disciple was so frightened that he urinated, and his crotch was angry.

"Little character, shouldn't you die?" Ye Wentian wiped it out without hesitation.

The evil path disciple could no longer speak, half of his neck was cut, and the blood fountain spewed out several meters away, and was then thrown into the altar by Ye Wentian, and the blood poured into the blood trough, and began to spread along the lines, gradually lighting up the huge magic circle.

"Who will you kill next?" Ye Wentian's gaze swept over, and everyone brushed their hair and trembled, even the supreme powerhouse.

Who said that the Supreme is not afraid of death, the stronger the person, the more afraid of death.

Ye Wentian's gaze fell on Yin Chonghua, raised his hand to suck her over, grabbed her hair, and smashed her face fiercely: "You killed eight million of my people, how do you think I should torture you?"

Yin Chonghua knew that he was going to die, and said in a cruel voice: "Eight million, even eighty million is not enough to pay for my son's life!"

"You say Yin Jiuhua, that kind of scum is innocent, the son doesn't teach his parents, you really can't raise any good things!"

"Scum, that calls the strong respected, the weak are livestock, not to mention eight million, even eight hundred million, I dare to start, Ye Wentian is also waiting, the Corpse King Sect is not finished with you, my husband will refine all your people into corpse soldiers, giggle!" Yin Chonghua laughed wildly.

Ye Wentian's face was cold, and he said coldly: "You like to play the strong for respect, right? Okay, I satisfy you, I am better than you now, I will treat you as a beast." ”

After speaking, Ye Wentian summoned the ten best executioners, threw Yin Chonghua to them, and said: "Cut eight million knives on her, and don't let her die before this, otherwise you will come to see her!"

"Eight million knives?" The ten executioners looked at each other, this is a real thousand knives, not to mention eight million, even three thousand knives, ordinary people will also bleed to death.

Yin Chonghua was so frightened that his hair rose all over his body, he understood that Ye Wentian was not joking, he really wanted to cut her with eight million knives!

"It's not too much to kill, you have the ability to kill me with one sword, you ......" Yin Chonghua struggled, but unfortunately her spiritual power had been sealed, how could she break free from Ye Wentian's clutches?

Ye Wentian pinched her chin and stuffed a turquoise pill into it: "This is Biyun Qingmu Dan, a four-star top-grade, during the duration of the medicinal effect, the flesh injury can recover quickly, I believe that with the support of this elixir, you will definitely be able to take eight million knives!"

After speaking, Ye Wentian glared at the executioner and shouted, "Still stunned?"

The ten executioners suddenly woke up and hurriedly dragged Yin Chonghua away, Yin Chonghua felt that the vitality in his body was soaring, but the fear in his heart was like a flood that burst the embankment: "Let me die, you devil, you let me die!"

With a snap, the executioner slapped Yin Chonghua in the face and shouted: "What is it called, grandpa, I will serve you well today, so that you can taste the taste of a thousand knives." "He feels so good in his heart, the slap of the super supreme is not something that anyone can smoke.

"You, you dare to beat me?" Yin Chonghua was stunned, a dirty and lowly executioner actually dared to slap her?

snapped another slap, and the executioner scolded: "It's you slut who smoked, Lao Tzu was almost bitten to death by the corpse soldiers, Cao, I see that Lao Tzu can't kill you today!"

Sharpening the knife, the ten executioners took out the special torture tools, pulled out the thinnest blade, and sneered and slashed towards Yin Chonghua's body.

(Eight million knives, Yin Chonghua is refreshing...... ）

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