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The six Patriarchs who were in retreat opened their eyes at the same time.

"The boss is dead?"

"Shhhh

How many years have passed, the Blood Ancestor Immortal Immortal has penetrated into the hearts of the Rong people, and now the Blood Demon Ancestor, who has cultivated to the highest level, has actually been killed!

The Rong people have always regarded themselves as blood clans, and there are seven ancestors in the clan, and the strongest blood demon is also respected as the first ancestor. But now, the first ancestor who ruled the world is actually dead-

The other six ancestors did not dare to delay, and each forced out a drop of natal essence blood, urging the killing totem with all their might.

The totem is two intertwined swords, one green and one red, the cyan one is Yuan Tu, and the red one is Ah Nose, both of which are sacred weapons of the Shura clan.

The blood light floated, and the blue and red colors were constantly intertwined, gradually forming a Taiji fish pattern, and in the middle of the fish pattern, a blood-colored phantom gradually condensed.

"What's the point of summoning this seat?" the phantom stepped out of the totem and snapped open its scarlet eyes.

The six ancestors told the truth about the blood demon.

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Eight barren lands, nameless dry valleys.

"How should this Blood Demon's corpse be used, if only it could refine Shura's natal essence blood!" Han Yu frowned and looked at the miserable corpse that had been smashed by the multicolored stone. It's a pity that the Blood Demon cultivation is too weak, even if he struggles to refine the Shura essence blood, it won't have much effect on him. Thinking about it, the bloodthirsty bead moved and took the broken corpse inside.

"Hey, this is—" The divine sense reached for the blood disc in his hand, and a scroll with a red lotus on it floated out.

The Cultivation Secrets of the Blood Hell? Han Yu opened the scroll with some surprise, but a lifelike world appeared in his eyes - it was actually the eighteenth layer of hell!

Could this scroll still be a magic weapon? The legendary picture of Nuwa Niangniang's mountains and rivers is a scroll, which contains a world, and what kind of world will this scroll embroidered with red lotus and painted hell contain?

Subconsciously, Han Yu probed his divine sense into it.

At that moment, a monstrous fury came from the depths of the scroll.

"It's you who killed the Blood Demon, hmph, how can you covet this killing battlefield!" As soon as the words fell, a divine thought came over the air, manifesting into a Blood God Son in this scroll space, which was the Styx clone summoned by the Six Ancestors of the Blood Clan.

The Rong people are the back hands of the Styx left in the world, the picture is not small, but also specially left a drop of natal essence blood, as long as a few blood ancestors are fed with essence blood, they can turn into a blood god son with the strength of Da Luo, which is enough to be proud of Kyushu.

This scroll was obtained in a hurry, Han Yu had not yet been refined, and the Blood God Son directly descended his consciousness here according to the divine consciousness left by the blood demon, and he was furious when he saw Han Yu killing people and taking treasures.

"Da Luo Golden Immortal ......" Han Yu's face was solemn, this Blood God Son was the same as the Purple Zombie Phantom that appeared when refining the Purple Zombie Essence Blood before, it was a manifestation of consciousness, if it was usual, it was naturally not to be afraid, but at this moment, the Blood God Son controlled this small world with the help of the Blood Demon Remnant Soul, but it was a vain increase.

This scroll is known as the "Killing Battlefield", and it was originally a means used by the Styx Ancestor to refine the power of killing. The Blood Demon has worked hard to fight between good and evil, in order to provide a steady stream of fighting spirits for this killing battlefield. Anyone who has a soul entering this scroll world must start from the eighteenth hell at the bottom, and ascend to a higher level of hell through non-stop fighting and snatching the ascension battle platform. If there is a soul that can clear these eighteen layers of hell, it will be regarded as a glimmer of life for the owner of the scroll.

However, no matter how strong the battle spirit is, in principle, it is impossible to be stronger than the master of the magic weapon. But now that the Blood Demon is left with only a remnant soul, it is impossible to say.

The Blood God Son roared, and finally found that he couldn't help the other party, and as soon as his heart moved, he urged this scroll to send Han Yu's divine sense into the depths of hell.

Killing the battlefield, the soul body enters! Han Yu was implicated by this divine sense, and a part of the divine soul had been swept into the depths of the scroll. The mind of this Blood God Son is not poisonous, as long as this wisp of his divine soul is missing, it will be difficult to further cultivate, and there is even the possibility of degradation. What's even worse is that the Blood God Son can find Han Yu's true body according to this trapped strand of divine soul, and when the time comes, with the strength of his Da Luo Golden Immortal, Han Yu will be dead and lifeless.

"Welcome to the eighteenth layer of hell!" an abrupt voice came, and Han Yu was stunned.

At the same time, some rules regarding the killing battlefield were passed down.

"Abominable Styx Ancestor!" Han Yu scolded with a big grin, that wisp of divine consciousness can bring over a limited number of divine souls, but it is just a stream of heavenly immortals, this scroll collects lonely souls and wild ghosts that have been fighting for thousands of years in the war between good and evil, among which there are as many as a cow's hair stronger than heavenly immortals, for Han Yu, it is a big challenge.

Moreover, time is pressing, God knows when the Blood God Son will come and destroy him.

Thinking about it, the main body turned into a ray of lightning and quickly fled, and the soul trapped in the scroll also began a journey to purgatory.

Killing Battlefield, the eighteenth layer of hell.

There was a clanging sound of fighting, Han Yu came to a high slope, and looked down, the blue light flashed wildly, and thousands of sparks were shining, endlessly, as far as the eye could see, all of them were the sound of gold and iron and endless firelight.

All kinds of strange ghosts were constantly fighting, and in the middle of the battlefield was a jade-colored square platform, that is, the only fellow who had ascended to the seventeenth layer of hell.

"Kill you...... Bites you...... Ha ......"

"Phew, shave off your features—"

"Wow, monkey peach!"

"Come on, come, who's going to fight with me......"

Countless ghosts and ghosts are fighting to the death, you punch me, and do everything.

It's been so long, and those who are still in the eighteenth layer of hell are naturally some scum. Han Yu had a bad chill, the bullshit monkey picked peaches, please, you are just a soul.

Thinking about it, he roared and struck like lightning, and the demons attacked desperately, but every move was only halfway, and he would be forced to change from attack to defense by his thunder killing. Fighting to a hundred moves, it is becoming more and more courageous, Huang Tingjing's cultivation has allowed his control of his body strength to reach an incredible realm, and the reason why the martial artist is strong is mostly due to this. The weakest of these remnant souls also has the Earth Immortal Realm, but whether they can perfectly exert their combat power is not something that everyone can do.

At the moment of the lash crossing, two more powerful souls went to Huangquan, and every time Han Yu killed one, the divine soul would condense, and a scarlet aura around his body would become more and more condensed.

Is this the power of killing? Han Yu's heart moved, and he had already arrived at the Ascension Battle Platform.

The scarlet killing power seemed to have found a place to pour and was consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Han Yu suddenly made it clear how the scroll worked. Almost at the same time, the entire Ascension Battle Platform also lit up, and with a flash of blue light, Han Yu disappeared.