"It's Su Ziliang......".

"It's really this demon, it is said that more than a dozen tribes have been slaughtered by him recently, and they are used to sacrifice his totems."

"We're his target, damn it, I'd rather die in this sea of blood than be his sacrifice."

In a burst of frightened exclamations, the figure quickly approached, it was really Su Ziliang.

In the Demon Spirit Realm, if it weren't for the appearance of the Sky Bridge Slave, he would have been slaughtered by Han Qing.

Although he escaped with his life, Su Ziliang was extremely jealous of Han Qing in his heart.

The white-haired killing god was imprinted with fear in his heart.

He came out of the Demon Spirit Realm a month ago.

And after coming out, the thing he was most afraid of was meeting Han Qing.

So he came to this northwest.

This northwest is not only remote, but at this time, it is also the most dangerous place, everyone else is running out, and no one will run this way.

Besides, I haven't heard of a terrifying big man like Han Qing here.

Therefore, he came here, thinking that it was impossible to meet Han Qing here.

Besides, the area was like hell now, full of weak tribes, and it was a good place for him to start.

At this time, Su Ziliang had a hideous face, and rushed into this group of weak demon cultivators and began to kill.

Soon, these people were used by him for sacrifice.

Two days later, his bloody body began to rein.

"Luck is not bad, I didn't expect that all these people are not low in cultivation, it seems that the old, weak, sick and disabled have been abandoned by them."

"This is the way of the world, and it's not just me who is cruel, these people are not cruel in order to survive?"

"I'll have to find a few more tribes to sacrifice, maybe the breakthrough is imminent."

Su Ziliang thought so in his conscience, and then took out a map.

"Most of the five poisons are powerful, but they are not easy to provoke, and this Ice and Fire Department is also powerful, it's just that, I'm afraid I won't be able to gnaw."

"Hey, this Silent Soul ......."

"It used to be the majority, although it was divided, but there is still the foundation that should have it, but they had a war with most of the five poisons before, and it is estimated that there is nothing left now."

"This tribe still has a quota to go to the Demon Spirit Realm, I pinched my fingers, if I don't die, I'm almost back, maybe I can find immortal soil and some treasures from him."

Su Ziliang thought about it, and suddenly became excited, feeling that this Silent Spirit Department was his gluttonous feast.

But at this moment, Su Ziliang suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but be stunned.

"That white-haired guy can't have anything to do with the Silent Spirit, right?" When he thought about it, he felt his scalp tingle.

But soon, he shook his head and smiled.

"This is impossible, if there is such a high-ranking person in the Silent Spirit Department, most of the Five Poisons will dare to start a war? Besides, there are quite a few people who go to the Demon Spirit Realm, how can there be such a coincidence?"

When Su Ziliang thought about it, he was relieved.

Once he had determined the location of the Silent Spirit, he immediately shot away in that direction.

His speed was extremely fast, and he kept getting closer to the Silent Spirit.

At this time, the Silent Soul Department had all moved to the top of the mountain.

The sea of blood below has already flooded two-thirds of this peak.

Originally, there were five or six thousand people left in the clan, but during this time, nearly half of them had not been able to hold on, and now there were only more than three thousand left.

Everyone knows that the day when the summit will be flooded is getting closer and closer.

"The level of the blood sea has risen again, and the Ice Thorn Immortal Vine left behind by the Holy Ancestor is no longer able to hold on." An elder said in a hoarse voice to the patriarch of the Moshan tribe.

The patriarch looked bitter and looked up at the sky where blood was raining.

He could only wait, waiting for their Holy Ancestor to return.

"Is it possible that the Holy Ancestor has already left?" The elder sighed.

"Holy Ancestor

They have said that they will take us out." The Moshan clan patriarch said bitterly.

"Can we get out?" The elder looked at the people who were still alive.

Living like this is nothing better than dying.

Wouldn't it be better to be dead? It is the living who suffer.

And the most painful thing is that there is no hope left, but I always refuse to believe it in my heart.

That glimmer of hope stacks up, and when despair comes, it can fall into a hellish abyss.

"Holy Ancestor, he will not abandon us, he will definitely return." The patriarch's voice trembled.

The elder sighed and said nothing.

But at this moment, both of them looked up at the sky at the same time.

In an instant, a majestic momentum erupted on their bodies, and their originally cloudy eyes also erupted with evil intent and became extremely powerful.

At this time, those clansmen who still had the strength to fight also gathered.

Their momentum fused together and radiated in unison, warning the incoming.

During this time, there were ten tribes that fought the idea of the Silent Spirit Tribe, and nine of them were blocked by the Thorn Immortal Vine, leaving a pile of corpses and retreating.

When the tenth tribe tried to destroy them, the Thorn Vine was already very weak and was attacked.

But fortunately, the tribe resisted desperately, and this tribe saw that the price to pay for destroying the Silent Spirit was too great, so they retreated.

Now, it's eleven times.

Moreover, there is only one person.

But it is precisely because there is only one person, in today's Heavenly Demon Realm, a person dares to challenge a tribe, which shows that the strength is extremely strong.

When Su Ziliang's terrifying and violent aura surged, the faces of the people in the Silent Spirit Department all changed greatly.

This is a half-step powerhouse, and it is far beyond the average powerhouse of the same level.

With this kind of strength, unless the Holy Ancestor of the Five Divisions still exists, it can be resisted.

But their current strength is afraid that it can't be stopped.

At this time, Su Ziliang was suspended above this mountain, glanced down, and frowned, very dissatisfied.

"Why are there only so many people left, and all of them are weak chickens, what a waste of time."

"However, it's all here, and it's not bad to plug your teeth."

At this moment, a cold and bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Su Ziliang's mouth, and he raised his hand and pressed it down.

Suddenly, a huge handprint struck with the power of destruction.

The patriarch of the Moshan tribe and several elders all shouted, burning with the power of the source, and went upward.

"Boom Boom"

There were endless waves of qi exploding, and these masters of the Silent Spirit Department who were supporting the field all vomited blood, and their bodies flew backwards.

"Hehe, a group of weak chickens, don't say that you are at the end of a strong crossbow, even if you are at your peak, you will not be my Su Ziliang's opponent."

"However, such a large tribe of yours does not have a Holy Ancestor? Don't have a secret treasure? There is nothing, there is no qualification to live in this world at all, it is better to be used by me for sacrifice, and it can be of some use."