In the early morning, thousands of miles away from the Blood Soul City, Yuwen Zhouyuan stepped on the Soul Eater Marten and flew slowly.

The speed of Yuwen Zhouyuan's flight was not very fast, he looked at the Blood Soul City in the distance, his eyes were full of Xiao Kill and emotion, he was forced by the Blood Soul Ancestor to flee into the Dongluo River Immortal Cultivation Realm like a lost dog, and almost died.

Today, he Yuwen Zhouyuan is back, and with a monstrous murderous machine and a sea of hatred like a sea of blood, he has returned to take revenge.

Yuwen Juyuan has been waiting for this day for decades!

In a clearing thousands of miles away from the Blood Soul City, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body jumped down, he looked at the Blood Soul City coldly, took out a storage bag without hesitation, and raised his hand to point at the storage.

In an instant, human heads flew out of the storage bag, these heads were none other than the descendants of the blood family killed by Yuwen Zhouyuan along the way!

The expressions of these heads are different, but there is only one thing, that is, the unwillingness and fear before death.

It turned out that every time Yuwen Zhouyuan killed a person from the blood family, in addition to collecting souls and entering the soul beads, while cremating their corpses with Yin-Yang Pills, he also cut off their heads and put them in this storage bag.

Looking at these heads in the air, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed with hatred, and then with a dozen spells in his hand, these heads ran according to a strange trajectory, and then fell to the ground, forming the base of an altar on the ground a moment later.

With the completion of the pedestal of the human head altar, a powerful resentment spread, and the surrounding wind gusted, and the sky seemed to be a little gloomy.

This altar pedestal, which was completely built by the human head of the Blood Soul Ancestor Clan, no matter who saw it, a chill would rise in their hearts.

After Yuwen Zhouyuan put the last human head, he held it in his right hand, and suddenly the pedestal of the altar built by thousands of human heads rose into the air, floating behind Yuwen Zhouyuan, and with him, he slowly walked into the forbidden formation of the blood soul city for thousands of miles.

"Blood Soul Ancestor, I, Yuwen Zhouyuan, are here! There won't be any living mouth here today, and I won't die!" A voice full of monstrous hatred suddenly spread throughout the Blood Soul City.

At this moment, Blood Soul City suddenly fell into silence that it had never felt before, but soon, the silence was replaced by screams of fear.

Almost at the same time, some of the masters of the Blood Family discovered the pedestal of the human head altar that stood tall and moving forward.

Gradually, more and more people saw this altar seat, and the aura of fear immediately permeated.

This looks like it's just the pedestal of an altar, and it seems that this Yuwen Zhouyuan is going to build an altar with the head of the Blood Family!

The Blood Soul Ancestor stood on top of the city with a gloomy face, and beside him, there were four people, and these three people were the last remaining True Master Stage cultivators of the Blood Soul Sect.

I saw that these three people disappeared in place in an instant under the finger of the Blood Soul Ancestor, and when they appeared, they were already a hundred zhang away from Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, and as soon as these three people appeared, they immediately took out all kinds of magic weapons.

It's just that Yuwen Zhouyuan's final path of revenge, how can these three people stop it, at this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan, although his heart is calm, but his eyes are a little crazy, he wants to explode all the grievances of decades today, and he wants to incarnate into a demon king, a bloodthirsty murderer.

There was almost no hesitation, at the moment when the three people appeared, "Heartbeat Without a Trace" suddenly moved, under a series of invisible divine thoughts, the three True Master Stage Monks, before they had sacrificed the magic weapon, they snorted miserably one by one, and outside their bodies, Heartbeat Without a Trace turned into a cage and immediately trapped them.

At the same time, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body moved, rushed into the cage, his hand raised and fell, and the first human head fell to the ground and was kicked by Yuwen Zhouyuan, kicking towards the pedestal of the human head altar.

The altar of human heads, one more!

The blood of the corpse, like a fountain, fell from mid-air and sprinkled all over the ground.

Then the black soul bead flashed, and the soul of the true master was taken away!

Yuwen Zhouyuan turned around suddenly, and suddenly there were many flying swords in his hand, and under one sword, another person's head fell to the ground.

The altar of human heads, one more head!

All this happened very quickly, two of the three people had died, and the remaining one, under the cage of divine thoughts issued by the heartbeat without traces, lacked even the power to resist, and in Yuwen Zhouyuan's hatred-filled "kill!" The cage turned into by the heartbeat without a trace suddenly contracted, like a thin wire iron net, cut through this person's body.

Blood fell from the sky like rain, and there were vague pieces of flesh in it.

It's just that under the deliberateness of Yuwen Zhouyuan, this person's head is still intact.

The altar of human heads, one more head!

After killing four people in a row, Yuwen Zhouyuan stood tall, looked up at the Blood Soul Ancestor in the Blood Soul City, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this smile, a chill rose in the heart of the Blood Soul Ancestor, the three True Master Stage cultivators were actually killed by him so easily, what kind of cultivation did this Yuwen Zhouyuan achieve?

The Blood Soul Ancestor's scalp was numb, and he found that he had made a mistake, the forbidden formation around him was obviously not laid down by others, but the evil star in front of him!

"Blood Soul Ancestor, don't come to harm!" Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes showed strong hatred, but his expression became more and more calm, and he even showed a smile.

While speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan grabbed his right hand in the air, and suddenly turned into a big hand, and under the sweep of the Blood Soul City, about dozens of people floated up from the Blood Soul Sect City in a burst of frightened screams, among these people, there were men and women, monks, and mortals.

At the moment when Yuwen Zhouyuan's words fell to the ground, he shook his right hand, and suddenly banged a few times, these people, except for the heads, their bodies exploded one after another, turning into blood and falling in the Blood Soul City, a drop of blood splashed on the face of the Blood Soul Ancestor, and his body suddenly trembled slightly.

The altar of human heads, thirty-nine more heads!

"Yuwen Zhouyuan!" Blood Soul Ancestor had a strong killing intent all over his body, and with a wave of his right hand, he suddenly had a golden banner in his hand.

Under his wave, the flag suddenly came from within it, mist, and then, this mist turned into a huge skeleton, let out bursts of silent roars, and roared towards Yuwen Zhouyuan.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression was as usual, and the soul bead that had just absorbed the thirty-nine souls in the air was under him, and the souls of thousands of blood family members, with bursts of miserable wails, floated out of the soul beads.

"Blood Soul Ancestor, back then, you forced me with the souls of my parents, masters, relatives and friends, and today I Yuwen Zhouyuan retaliated with a tooth for a tooth, these souls, you devour them at will, and my Yuwen Zhouyuan is not heartbroken. Yuwen Zhouyuan's voice was flat and authentic.

It's just that as he spoke, his right hand grabbed again, and this time, the bodies of hundreds of Blood Soul Ancestors floated up from the Blood Soul Sect City.

These people, no matter how much they struggled, didn't have the slightest effect. This time, the Blood Soul Ancestor let out a low sigh, flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a strange wind suddenly appeared, trying to cut off Yuwen Zhouyuan's spell.

The corners of Yuwen Zhouyuan's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm, and "Heartbeat Without a Trace" flashed instantly, facing the strange wind, and suddenly the strange wind immediately dissipated under the attack of Heartbeat Without a Trace.

Immediately afterwards, Yuwen Zhouyuan shook his right hand, and hundreds of people immediately exploded, and the flesh and blood fell from the sky like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

This time, all the clansmen in the Blood Soul City couldn't withstand such continuous blows, and they didn't know who opened the ground, only to see sword lights flying out of the city and scattering in all directions.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Yuwen Zhouyuan's mouth, and with a finger of his right hand, thousands of souls on the ground in mid-air suddenly dispersed in unison, devouring their former clansmen.

The Blood Soul Ancestor's body shook, gritted his teeth, and the golden banner in his hand shook, and suddenly the golden skeleton that had stopped moving forward suddenly swayed, divided into thousands of parts, and swallowed towards those souls.

The Blood Soul Ancestor's heart was dripping blood, and there was really no difference between this and killing his clansmen with his own hands.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's body flashed, disappeared in place, and when he appeared, he was already beside a person from the Blood Soul Sect who had fled quickly, this was a young man, he only had the cultivation of the third layer of the True Qi Period, ten days ago he was still proud of his surname Blood, but now, he hated to be able to sever all relations with the word Blood.

It's just that he never had this chance again, and the last time he saw it in his life, he saw the handsome and cold young man who made his heart tremble, and then, a cold palm pinched his neck, clicked, and died.

Kill one more person, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body flashed again, this time, he appeared next to another Blood Soul Sect person, although this person is a charming girl, but for Yuwen Zhouyuan, she is just a dead person, and she will not have any pity because she is a woman, because her surname is blood, and he Yuwen Zhouyuan does not share the sky.

Crushing this woman's jade neck, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body flashed again.

The Blood Soul Ancestor roared angrily, and his body flashed out, but his speed was always one point slower than Yuwen Zhouyuan, and every time he stopped it, he saw only a member of the Blood Family, and there was one less person.

This kind of grief and indignation that he couldn't stop watching his clansmen die one by one made the Blood Soul Ancestor almost go crazy, and then he suddenly saw Yuwen Zhouyuan in the distance appear again, next to Yuwen Zhouyuan, there was a weak-crowned young man, this person was the seventh generation of the eldest grandson of the Blood Soul Ancestor who grew up with his own eyes!

"No, !!" Blood Soul Ancestor's eyes were red, and his body galloped out.

Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced coldly at the rushing Blood Soul Ancestor, and pressed his right hand on the top of the young man's head, in the young man's hateful gaze, the spiritual power vomited slightly, and the young man's whole person, except for the head, turned into a piece of flesh and blood.

"In the next life, don't have the surname blood!" Yuwen Zhouyuan finished killing and disappeared again.

The Blood Soul Ancestor stared blankly at the bloody eldest grandson on the ground, and let out a roar of pain: "Yuwen Zhouyuan, you murderous demon king!"

Yuwen Zhouyuan's body appeared outside a hundred zhang, and said coldly: "Does it hurt? When you killed my father, master, relatives and friends, my heart also hurt!"

Saying that, Yuwen Zhouyuan slapped his right hand casually, and a middle-aged man who fled in a panic beside him snorted miserably, and his body turned into blurred flesh and blood.

"The reason why I killed your father, master, and relatives and friends is that you killed my son's blood refining son!" the Blood Soul Ancestor roared with a hideous face.

"Fallacy, is it true that only your blood family kills others in the world, but others can't resist!" Yuwen Zhouyuan sneered, his mind moved, and suddenly five Yuan Shen magic weapon flying swords flew around, and dozens of people died in the eyes of the Blood Soul Ancestor.