Flesh Hell, North, Golem River of Blood.

"Whew-"

A bright silver lightning bolt swept through the sky and fell into the river of blood, and in an instant, the waves of the river of blood cracked on both sides, extending straight to a black dragon of unknown size, with thousands of feet and wings.

"Bang-"

There was another loud bang, and on the back of the dragon, the incomparably hard dragon scales were forcibly broken, revealing a huge gap.

The jet-black dragon was swallowed, and a thousand wings shook together, and suddenly, a violent wind was set off, like a real storm, and it slammed into the huge blade that cut into its back.

"Bang-"

There was another loud thud, and the blade was shaken out. However, after the void crossed an arc, it slashed down again.

The blade was quite peculiar, with three tips and two blades, silver light flashing, and between the waves, I saw a silver lightning whistling back and forth, and I couldn't see the blade at all.

"Sneer, snort, snort,"

The three-pointed and two-edged divine blade kept waving, and the tricks were brilliant to the peak, and every time, they could usher in the greatest results with the least strength. Many times, the jet-black dragon seemed to be sent to the door to be hacked, and it was easy to be cut out of wounds.

In just a few moments, the jet-black dragon was already covered with thousands of ravines and blood.

"Whew-"

The jet-black dragon seemed to know that his death was approaching, and when it was, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and an immeasurable amount of blood light burst out from his body up and down.

Seeing this, the monk holding the three-pointed and two-edged blade of the divine blade drank clearly. "Where's the Howling Dog?"

The words just fell. Out of thin air. A black short-haired dog several feet in size appeared. This thin dog, the person stood up, a dog barked, suddenly, the mouth line skyrocketed to the size of hundreds of zhang, if not, its body did not change in the slightest, I am afraid. People would think he was a glutton.

The thin dog opened its mouth, stretched forward, and directly bit the neck of the black dragon. "Click-" The sharp teeth were like a handful of great sights, and under one bite, the head of the jet-black dragon rolled down the river of blood.

At this time, the thin dog was extremely fast to recover the primordial spirit, and came to the monk holding the three-pointed and two-edged blade.

This monk holding a three-pointed and two-edged blade is the only one in the world, and that is Yang Jian, the true monarch of the Manifestation Saint Erlang. Yang Jian. It is also recognized as one of the four gods of war in the world, and his combat power is extremely strong.

At this moment. After he killed the black dragon, he didn't hesitate at all, and the three-pointed and two-edged blades in his hand poked and picked, and in an instant, he picked out a piece of flesh and blood that was about the size of a basin from the body of the black dragon.

Erlang God Yang Jian couldn't help but smile when he saw this piece of flesh and blood, and his cold face was extremely cold. At this time, he made a knife with his hand, and slashed the void, and when it was, almost one-third of the flesh and blood were cut off and thrown to the roaring dog beside him, and then, he opened his mouth and put the remaining two-thirds of the flesh into his mouth.

Erlang God Yang Jian, before he had time to accept it, suddenly, he sensed two pure and incomparable power essences, and they rushed straight into the sky. That momentum is much stronger than himself. When it was, I couldn't help but be shocked.

He didn't hesitate for a minute, and when it was, he opened his eyebrows, and a golden light, like a sharp arrow, pierced the sky and flew away.

When it was, Erlang God Yang Jian saw the two pillars of golden light protruding from that Qi Peak.

"This, it seems to be the essence of the Great Witch! Moreover, it is not the current mixed and impure Great Witch Essence, but the Ancient Great Witch! It seems that this is a secret treasure! Such a treasure, I can not have to join in the fun!" Erlang God Yang Jian muttered to himself, his words were backward, and when it was, he urged the Vertical Golden Light Method, turned into a line of golden mang, and flew away towards the location of the Bitter Spring Valley.

The roaring dogs walked in the air, following closely each other, and along the way, countless dog barks were sprinkled

Flesh Hell, West, Lingjiao Mountain.

A middle-aged monk stepped on Lingjiao Mountain, and when it was, ripples rippled out, and in an instant, the entire mountain was transmitted.

A moment later, the Lingjiao Mountain began to shrink rapidly. In just a few moments, Lingjiao Mountain turned into a palm-sized peak.

"This is the essence of the hundreds of millions of miles of mountain peaks nearby, enough for the two of you to accumulate blood and food for many years!

Not far behind the middle-aged monk, two monks stood. One is carrying a turtle shell, and the other is showing snake scales.

"God, is this kind of flesh and blood useless to you?" replied to the monk with a tortoise shell, a little older.

"It's still a little useful, but it's not very big, so it doesn't make much difference whether it's used or not!" said the middle-aged monk, that is, the time returned.

This middle-aged monk, with a cold and majestic face, a slightly fat figure, and an imperial robe, showing luxury and dignity.

This person is none other than the Xuantian God, the True Martial Demon Great Heavenly Venerable! And those two waiters are the two generals of the turtle and the snake in front of him!

Emperor Zhenwu is also recognized as one of the four great war gods in the world, and his military achievements are so great that few people can match them.

In the primitive world, there are five recognized gods of war, namely: Xingtian, Chiyou, Zhenwu Emperor, Erlang God Yang Jian, and Dou Shengfu Sun Wukong. Among them, Chi You has been confirmed dead, so the remaining four are collectively known as the four gods of war.

At this moment, whether it was Emperor Zhenwu, or Erlang God Yang Jian and Sun Wukong, they never thought that the three of them would choose this flesh and blood hell as a place for training.

Emperor Zhenwu waved his hand casually, and was about to leave with the second general of the turtle and snake, when suddenly, he also felt the aura of power that rose to the sky. In an instant, he sensed what it was, and at that moment, without the slightest hesitation, he used the Void Divine Method, crossed the space, and rushed towards the Bitter Spring Valley.

At this moment, those who were shocked by the great witch spirit, that is, time rushed to the Bitter Spring Valley at a rapid pace, were not only the three foreign powerhouses such as the three gods of war, but also the powerful cultivators of the flesh and blood hell.

For a while, in the flesh and blood hell, the sky was full of brilliant light, colorful, intertwined, like a huge sky net, the flesh and blood hell was originally full of blood, all pressed down, people couldn't help but be dazzled.

Many monks who thought they had cultivated deeply on weekdays felt the incomparably strong aura in the light, and only then did they realize that they had always been frogs at the bottom of the well! )