The scene became full of murderous intent, and after the Netherworld Ancestor's words, the monks of Xizhou all felt the chill in this sky even more biting.

"Why?

Seeing that everyone didn't make any moves, the Netherworld Ancestor's evil smiling face suddenly climbed into a hideous face.

"Whoosh~Whoosh~"

"Ah~" Without any warning, a gray color suddenly appeared in the crowd, and the screams kept ringing out.

This gray light took away the lives of more than ten Jindan late-stage masters in the blink of an eye, and blood spurted out of the neck along the body separated from the head, as if more than a dozen blood springs spewed out more than a meter high. In an instant, the icy ice ground was dyed blood red.

If you say kill, you will kill, and you will be regarded as an ant by the master of Jindan, and the methods of the Netherworld Ancestor can no longer be called cruel, it is simply inhumane.

"Haha~" The bloodthirsty eyes of the Black Horned Demon King flashed with a hint of excitement, and he shouted: "Okay, it's so hot living blood, don't waste it." ”

As he spoke, seven crooked sharp horns above the Black Horned Demon King's head emanated seven strands of black mist, swirling towards more than a dozen blood springs. The black mist enveloped the blood fountain, kneaded into a blood mass with a diameter of about one meter, and slowly floated in front of him. The black eyes of the Black Horned Demon King suddenly burst out with a burst of fine light, and the blood ball suddenly turned into a pure blood particle. He opened his mouth and swallowed the ball of blood. Then, everyone was shocked to find that the smell of blood on the Black Horn Demon King had more than doubled.

The two masters brutally killed more than a dozen masters of the late stage of Jindan, without even blinking their eyes, which was really chilling.

On the side of the Xizhou monks, the faces of more than 20 early stage masters led by Lu Chen and Chen Qu suddenly turned cold. Lu Chen looked at the dozen or so headless corpses, among which there were Bai Qingxi's, and the seven members of the Blood Sword Sect, except for Wei Li, who had left, only Jin Xiu, the golden puppet.

Lu Chen frowned, his fists clenched unnaturally. These are all the elites of the Blood Sword Sect, and now that six have died at once, Lu Chen is naturally extremely angry. But he knew that he was not the opponent of the Netherworld Ancestor, so he held back and didn't make a move.

Netherworld Ancestor licked his lips, and with a wave of his big hand, more than a dozen golden pills were sent into his mouth, his evil eyes were even brighter, he stared at everyone tightly, and suddenly pointed at Han Hao and said: "You, starting from you, all the early stage of the Yuan Infant, give the soul power jade slip to the ancestor, and the ancestor I will spare you from death." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone no longer dared to disobey, Han Hao was frightened and took out a trace of his soul power and injected it into the jade slip, and respectfully handed it over, followed by Mo Fang, Mercy, Wu Slug, and Long Tianqi...... Wait a minute.

When the Dongzhou monks saw Han Hao and the others hand over their soul power jade slips one by one, they immediately let out a sneer.

Speaking of Lu Chen, the Nether Ancestor nodded at him and hummed, "Boy, it's your turn." ”

Lu Chen naturally refused to hand it over, and before he could speak, Yuan Meng walked up from the side and stared at the Netherworld Ancestor: "Netherworld, this is my brother Yuan Meng, he can't be counted." ”

The Netherworld Ancestor was slightly stunned, and then his divine sense spread over, and he suddenly smiled and said: "It turned out to be a junior in the late stage of Jindan, forget it, Ancestor, I don't need this kind of low-strength person as a subordinate, just let it go." ”

Lu Chen breathed a sigh of relief, Han Hao and the others looked at Lu Chen, and they were jealous in their hearts: It's good to know a divine beast as a brother. Alas~