Dongsheng Shenzhou, the bottom of Dongting Lake, the Blood Wing Demon Palace

The Blood River Ancestor in a bloody robe suddenly woke up from his cultivation, and a pair of dead fish eyes swept around fiercely, and the terrifying killing intent was overwhelming, instantly filling the entire hall, making the air seem to be covered with a layer of blood.

"Someone!" the Blood River Ancestor shouted and stood up.

"See the Sect Master!" footsteps sounded outside the hall, and soon a Blood River Demon Guard appeared at the door, waiting for the orders of the ancestor in the hall.

"Spread the deliberations of the Twelve Elders' Hall. The Blood River Ancestor frowned and commanded.

"Yes!" the footsteps outside the hall sounded, apparently the Demon Guard faithfully carrying out the Ancestor's orders.

The Blood River Ancestor sat on the throne of the main hall, and a sense of crisis rose in his heart, which felt like the twelve-grade golden lotus that devoured the Daoist thousands of years ago, and endless fear eroded from all directions, giving him the illusion that he was the enemy of the world.

Of course, his strength is far better now than it was at the beginning, and in today's Three Realms, where quasi-saints cannot be found, he has the confidence to run rampant in the world.

In the main hall, time passed minute by minute, and the Blood River Ancestor had been sitting quietly, and it seemed that his breathing had not changed from beginning to end.

"Newspaper—" A rapid sound came from outside the hall, breaking the silence in the hall.

Blood River Ancestor's eyes suddenly shot towards the door, and there, a demon guard was rushing in panic, he was obviously very frightened, so he did not hesitate to run wildly, causing himself to gasp slightly.

"What's the matter, don't panic!" At the moment when the demon guard rushed into the main hall, the figure of the Blood River Ancestor appeared in front of him like a ghost, holding his shoulder with one hand, and a faint voice sounded in his ears.

The Blood River Ancestor's voice seemed to have some kind of magical power, causing the panicked demon guard to break free from the panic and calm down in an instant.

"Slowly, what's going on?" the Blood River Ancestor let go of the Demon Guard, took two steps back, stood still, and asked lightly.

"Sect Leader, Elder Chuangong has just died violently in his secret room. The Demon Guard opened his mouth to say a piece of news, causing the Blood River Ancestor to frown tightly.

"Elder Inheritance?" The Blood River Ancestor's eyes instantly shot out two bloody rays like substance, fiercely piercing the demon guard in front of him, and the demon guard didn't even have time to make his last sound, and he fell silently.

Elder Bai Shijing, the super master of the Sixfold Heavenly Golden Immortal, and the second master of the Demon Sect after the Blood River Ancestor, such a powerful existence actually died violently in his own secret room.

A figure instantly appeared in the Blood River Ancestor's mind: "Could it be him?"

Now the most powerful group of people above Dongsheng Shenzhou, the cultivation is at the level of the Sixfold Heavenly Golden Immortal, and there are three people who are widely known, the Blood River Ancestor of the Blood Wing Demon Sect, the Shushan Sword Ancestor Ren Changmei, and the Erlang Divine Monarch Yang Jian of the Guanjiangkou Sect.

In the heart of the Blood River Ancestor, Ren Changmei's strength was no match for Bai Shijing, but Yang Jian was able to confront his own existence head-on, so Bai Shijing was killed, and he thought of Yang Jian almost immediately.

"Newspaper—"

While the Blood River Ancestor was contemplating and pondering, there was another hurried sound outside the hall.

"Say!"

The Blood River Ancestor shouted loudly, and instantly looked at the original Demon Guard.

"Sect Leader Qiqi, Discipline Elder Wu Dayou was just drinking when he suddenly ...... Suddenly killed!"

"Drinking...... Violent death......" The Blood River Ancestor suddenly smelled a trace of wine, and then his face changed instantly, and his figure disappeared into the main hall in a flash.

Eight hundred miles of Dongting Lake rippling waves, there is a flat boat on it swinging with the waves.

On the flat boat, there was a young man dressed in black, who was holding a pot of wine and pouring it in a big gulp, and as the young man poured the wine, the thick aroma of wine floated out along the cool breeze and scattered with the wind.

This black-clothed young man was none other than Yang Jiao, who had come from Shushan, and he was drinking on the boat at this time, but he had already confirmed his guess.

Suddenly, Yang Jiao threw the wine jug, and the boat slid forward lightly under the action of mana, bringing a wave of water marks.

Immediately after, in the place where the boat had been, a one-meter-square column of water rose into the sky, mixed with red blood as thin as hair.

After the column of water rushed into the sky, it did not fall later, but suddenly exploded in the air, turning into countless thin pieces of blood that burst out towards the boat.

"Blood River Ancestor?" Yang Jiao smiled slightly, and looked up at the place where the water column burst out, where the Blood River Ancestor's blood-colored cloak was hunting.

"Bang ......"

The exploding blood was extremely fast, like a sharp hairy needle stabbing at Yang Jiao, but when they stabbed in front of Yang Jiao, they were as if they had been hit by a strange force, and they burst open one after another, exploding into nothingness.

"Yang Jian, who are you?" The blood exploded, and the line of sight between the two of them suddenly became clear, the two eyes faced each other in the air, and the eyes of the Blood River Ancestor instantly shrank to a point.

"Who am I?" Yang Jiao smiled slightly, "I want to ask, is it better to call you Blood River Ancestor, or is it better to call you Mosquito Dao Man?"

As soon as the three words 'Mosquito Dao Man' came out, it exploded in the heart of the Blood River Ancestor like a thunderbolt, making his heart tremble slightly, but after doing so many years of Ancestor, he quickly forcibly calmed down: "Who are you?"

"Yang Jiao!" Yang Jiao took the expression of the Blood River Ancestor in his eyes, and then lightly spit out two words.

"Emperor Gou Chen!" Blood River Ancestor flickered slightly with blood in his eyes as he said, "I ask myself if I have no grievances with you, why did you come to my Dongting Lake and kill my subordinates?"

"Your Dongting Lake, your subordinates?" Yang Jiao's smile on his face remained unchanged, and he said, "Then why did you kill my Holy Mother in the first place?"

"Sect Interception?" The Blood River Ancestor almost instantly thought of that scene thousands of years ago, and thought of the Great Luo Jin Immortal who had been sealed.

"Looks like you're remembering. The corners of Yang Jiao's mouth were slightly upturned, making the smile on his face look even richer.

But at this moment, the Blood River Ancestor felt that the entire Dongting Lake was shrouded in a chilling killing force in an instant, this killing machine was different from his own blood, but it appeared to be extremely pure, and he was excited by this murderous aura, and the killing machine in his body seemed to be triggered, and he couldn't wait to burst out.

"Yang Jiao, even if you are the Emperor Gou Chen, your combat power is unparalleled, but the ancestor I have been in the world for countless years, and I have escaped my life in the hands of the saint, and the saint is weak and can't hold me when I am weak, do you think you can?"

"Can you do it, you have to try to know!" The red black big knife instantly appeared in his palm, and the flat boat under Yang Jiao's feet disappeared on the surface of the lake in an instant, and when it reappeared, he reached the side of the Blood River Ancestor, and the big knife swept, wanting to cut the Blood River Ancestor in two.

The Blood River Ancestor's blood light was unprecedentedly rich, and the five fingers of his right hand spread out, and a dark red three-inch long needle appeared, and then the palm trembled, and the long needle disappeared in the palm of his hand.