"Blood Emperor?" Hienin blinked suspiciously.

Ye Xingsoul searched in his mind for a long time, and he was also at a loss. Why is such a powerful and strong man unheard of?

"You probably haven't heard of that name, because it stands to reason that he must have been dead for more than two hundred years." Xie Yuanmu squatted next to the corpse of the silver leopard, carefully examined the wound, and said slowly, "Three hundred years ago, he was the master of the entire dark red sand dunes, known as the number one in the world, and also had a loud nickname, called "Blood Sword Saint"! ”

The four of them were confused, and they had never heard of the nickname "Blood Sword Saint".

Among the peerless powerhouses who have been sanctified in the flesh today, the most famous are the four great sword saints: "Heavenly Sword", "Buddha Sword", "Black Sword", and "Dragon Sword".

"Heavenly Sword" is the city lord of Sky City, the first hero of mankind, the only eleventh-order "Yuanzhen" realm saint in the Yunmeng world, guarding the human world for thousands of years, surpassing the immortals, Buddhas and sages of the past dynasties, and deservedly the strongest in history.

The leader of the "Buddha Sword" Futu Sect, cultivated to be second only to the "Heavenly Sword", a hundred years ago was already the realm of the "Great Awakening" Buddha, it is said that only one step away from stepping into the realm of "Yuan Zhen", there is no opponent in the world, known as the second in the world and the strongest on the earth.

"Black Sword Saint" Dong Yuanwu, the ruler of the dark red sand dunes, was unfortunately defeated by the high monk Yun Chong, and after Yun Zhong disappeared, he was ranked among the top three on land.

"Dragon Sword Saint" Wei Chi Wushuang, the second knight under the Holy City Emperor's throne, but his strength is actually above the first knight Shen Lingfeng, and he was once a strong contender for the "strongest on earth".

The names of these four sword saints are all thunderous.

The "Blood Sword Saint" is supposed to be a figure alongside them, why hasn't even a trace of prestige been introduced to the people?

"What a sharp sword aura. After three hundred years, it is still terrifying......" Xie Yuanmu looked at the corpse of the silver leopard and muttered with emotion.

What's even more terrifying is that the man killed the "Dusk Eighteen Riders" in one move, while the horses and cuckoos present were unscathed - what a terrifying and exquisite control!

Xie Yuanyu once thought that the Demon Emperor was already standing at the top of the world's power, and it took eight imperial knights to join forces to match him, which was unparalleled in the world. But when I saw it today, I realized that this Blood Emperor Venerable was not under the Demon Emperor!

There is such a character in the human world! In this way, the truth about the defeat of the Demon Emperor a hundred years ago is not so unacceptable......

Xining couldn't help but ask: "Was that 'Blood Sword Saint' defeated by the 'Black Sword Saint' Dong Yuanwu three hundred years ago, so it's not known?" ”

Xie Yuanmu straightened up and said with a smile: "Three hundred years ago, Dong Yuan Wu was just a junior general under the Blood Sword Saint, and his rule over the Dark Red Sand Dunes was only nearly a hundred years ago, how can he defeat him?" ”

He looked in the direction of the Blood Emperor's departure and said softly, "Many of the things of the past have been confusing, and no one knows the truth. All I heard was that the Blood Sword Saint was besieged by his subordinates, and many of them rebelled and left their relatives, and finally killed themselves. ”

"What a pathetic! He must have been very sad and desperate......"

"Hero's End!" Xie Yuanmu said with emotion, "No matter how strong his swordsmanship is, it is difficult for the enemy to be terrifying." Now even if you start from scratch, it's no longer a thing! ”

The wind swept through the sand and dust, and the whole canopy was shrouded in gray colors.

Jiang Chen and Su Yunqing walked side by side.

They had walked all night without eating or drinking.

"Brother, you seem to be dying of breath, do you want to take a break?" Su Yunqing turned her head sideways and asked.

Jiang Chen paused, nodded and said, "Then rest for half an hour, if the time comes, you will scream in my ear to remind me not to fall asleep." ”

“…… This son is a dignified man, and he never screams, okay? ”

"There's always a first time."

Jiang Chen found a pit where he could barely avoid the wind and sand, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

As long as he doesn't fall into the hellish dream of ten thousand ghosts, his body's injuries are steadily recovering. It might take only five or six days to heal, but he didn't want to wait any longer.

The desire to go to the ghost world is too strong to suppress.

The blood and qi traveled all over the body, nourishing the wounds in the internal organs, muscles and bones, and making his weak breath strong.

After a long time, his brain was shocked, and countless dark lines were entangled in front of him, and this familiar scene made his heart awe-inspiring, and he knew that he was about to be absorbed into the "Netherworld Hell Picture Scroll" full of evil ghosts.

"Brother! Jiang Chen! Jiang Chen! ”

Su Yunqing's anxious call sounded from the depths of the distant firmament, instantly causing the entire scene of the Netherworld Picture Scroll to spin away, and Jiang Chen's consciousness flew upward, and then woke up from the dream.

When he opened his eyes, there was still a thick gray haze around him, and there was no sign of dawn.

He froze and asked, "How long has it been?" ”

"Half an hour, I pinched my fingers and counted them."

Su Yunqing carefully looked at Jiang Chen's face and found that his complexion was much better, and he was a little more red.

It seems that as long as he doesn't fall into that dream, his body recovers quickly.

"Really counting with your fingers?"

"Of course it's fake, stupid!"

The two continued north.

It is only a hundred miles away from the legendary Yin-Yang dividing pass, and the Yin Qi diffused between heaven and earth is getting heavier and heavier, and even in the daytime, there is no sunlight.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a dull color in the field of vision, gray-brown mist forms tentacles of different shades caressing the bodies of the two people, and not far away there seem to be countless ghosts crawling in the dark places of the earth, dancing wisps of smoke with teeth and claws, as if to swallow the living into their stomachs.

Streams of cold power seeped out from the ground, freezing Jiang Chen's feet.

The thick gray mist was cold to the bone, like a veil of substance, blocking the footsteps of pedestrians.

Jiang Chen's mood gradually became heavy.

As the distance approached, there was a coercive force in the north, and it was getting stronger and stronger.

That is the rejection of flesh and blood by the laws of heaven and earth—this place is all the genus of yin spirits, and should not be approached by the living.

After walking another fifty miles, he felt that almost the whole world was pressing against him.

At this time, surrounded by many resentful spirits, the ghosts' cries were piercing, and every step was extremely difficult. If it is a weaker figure, it is already full of illusions at this moment, and his heart is broken, and he is eaten by all the ghosts.

Su Yunqing hugged Jiang Chen, suddenly stopped, and said, "Is it okay?" If you can't, don't force it. ”

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "It's coming soon, keep walking!" ”

In order to resist the constant pressure ahead, Jiang Chen had to slow down.

Su Yunqing held his arm, seeing that he was walking slower and slower, and when he reached nearly twenty miles, his speed was like crawling. Su Yunqing couldn't help but say loudly: "There are still more than twenty miles ahead, and it will be more and more difficult in the future." Why don't you wait here and I'll go ahead and explore the way? ”

Jiang Chen snorted coldly: "No need to ......"

A sudden chill felt in his heart, and a suffocating murderous aura appeared silently from the dense fog in front of him, locking him in an instant.

In the grim laughter and mournful screams of the ghosts, a dry and strange chant sounded faintly from the depths of the darkness, as if someone had blown the Qiang flute, sometimes vast and sad, sometimes sharp and high-pitched, illusory and blurry, and moving.

Jiang Chen was awe-inspired, he didn't know the other party's location at all, but the other party's murderous aura had firmly surrounded him from all directions. That extremely strong aura even caused him to hallucinate, and the other party's cultivation was obviously far above him!

Su Yunqing held Jiang Chen's palm tightly, and the two looked at each other in shock—with such a terrifying momentum, could it be a ghost immortal of the tenth order "Great Awakening"?