man returning from hell

Chapter 470 Bloody Eyes, Calamity of the Soul, Crossing, Six Hearts in Tiangong!
Sure enough, just as Bai Yue expected.

Even if the entire army of the Blood Slaughter Squad was wiped out, and the Blood Lord, the city lord of the dead city, was slapped severely in the face, but no one was sent to the Eighteenth City.

Even everyone in Jiuluo didn't mention Baiyue City.

The whole hell was caught up in discussions about Jiu Luozhong.

Yangren, it's no secret anymore.

The name Lin Tang also became the subject of discussion after dinner.

It has been more than one hundred thousand years.

There is very little news of the existence of Guoyang people in hell.

Now and now, it naturally attracted the attention of the whole hell.

Although there were traces of him in the Eighteenth City back then, few people heard of him in the mighty area of ​​Jiuluo. Even if they heard about it, they laughed it off and not many people believed it.

After all, that is Yangren...

Ghost Xiu's nemesis!

And now that Jiu Luo Wan Dead City is ringing the Jiu Luo Bell for him, how could it not cause discussion?
However, what they really talked about was the council of the Jiu Luo Jiu City Lord.

Rumor has it that on the fifth day when the Jiuluo bell rang, the Jiuluo Nine Supremes gathered on the Jiuluo Mountain in the Holy Land of Ghost Cultivators to talk about this Yangren named Lin Tang.

The city lord of Black and White City was dissatisfied with what the blood lord did, and wanted to get rid of Lin Tang directly, but was stopped by the blood lord!

It is even more forbidden for the city lord of Jiuluo City to intervene in this matter, and even spread the news to the Eighteenth Palace.

Because of this matter, several Supreme Beings almost made a fuss, but in the end they had no choice but to let their blood masters do what they wanted.

It is also because of this matter that many strong people are talking about it. Does this man called Yang have any secrets?
Otherwise, why didn't the blood lord report to the Eighteenth Palace for such a big event?
Regarding these discussions, the blood master in the dead city naturally heard it too.

But he was not surprised. What he was worried about was that even the group of ants could have guessed this matter, so how could the other eight supreme beings not be able to guess it.

"They are all a group of insidious and cunning people!"

He sneered, the murderous aura in his eyes soared to the sky, his whole body was like a land of ice, and even the ghost power dared not approach him.

"Knowing that there is a reason for this deity to fight, but still agreeing that this deity will not report to the Eighteenth Hall, is this because you want to spy on his blood lotus and be a fisherman?"

He sneered, and the murderous look in his eyes grew stronger.

But soon, he smiled softly: "Unfortunately, that deity is not that snipe and clam, and you will definitely not be fishermen. Waiting for this deity to win the blood lotus, this Jiuluo..."

He smiled.

Did not go on.

But those eyes have changed...

Become extremely desire, also become a little arrogant!

The Lord of Nine Luo...

This position is somewhat attractive!

……

One month!

A whole month.

Yangren never showed up.

The discussion in the whole hell is getting louder and louder.

The blockade of the eighteen cities still hasn't been released, and the whole hell seems to be shrouded in dark clouds.

Various voices are also appearing.

Such as:
Yang people are afraid and can't avoid it!
Such as:
Yang Ren has long since died and is no longer in this hell.

There was even some news that the Nayang people were just a rumor from the beginning to the end, since they didn't exist, how could anyone dare to come to fight the blood lord!
however……

There is one person who has no waves at all.

Jiuluo Sacred Mountain.

The blood race had already boarded Jiuluo Holy Mountain half a month ago.

He is still waiting for him...

Waiting for this so-called Yang man to appear.

But in this hell, there is no news about Yangren's whereabouts...

It's as if he completely disappeared from this world and never existed!
But the more this happened, the blood lord waited unstoppably, which caused more and more eyes from the whole hell to gather here.

It has become a place of worldwide attention.

Another month later.

Dark Purgatory Mountains.

This is a dark land that even ghost cultivators are unwilling to get involved in.

On this day, hundreds of ghost cultivators were welcomed.

Judging by their attire, they are obviously the disciples of some sect nearby.

And the reason why they came here was obviously to plunder and kill ghosts and beasts.

It's just that the cultivation base of this group of disciples is extremely weak, and the strongest ones haven't even reached the realm of Shenqiao. In this kind of place where ghosts and beasts are rampant, this kind of cultivation base is basically ten deaths without life.

They were approaching tremblingly, but they didn't dare to run away. Behind them, an old man stood there quietly, with terrifying coercion all over his body.

And a middle-aged man next to him is relatively weak in cultivation, but he is also a perfect bridge.

"Damn Shiba City, damn Baiyue City, Huangquan Road is broken, and Naihe Bridge's Song of Everlasting Sorrow is stopped. This not only cuts the rebirth of Shiba City, but also deeply affects our forces in Jiuluo.

With this group of nourishment, how many people can survive this time and become the sect's outer disciples, damn it! "

The middle-aged man complained,

Chatting on and on.

The old man also frowned, and then sighed softly: "The storm is about to come, this hell will change, there is no way, as for how many people can enter this outer door..."

He smiled lightly: "This experience is just a one-in-a-million thing. It's a good thing, but it's just a group of nourishment. If you die, just let the sect make a fuss. It doesn't matter!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The middle-aged man nodded respectfully.

Immediately, he looked at the group of people who were afraid to go forward, and with a hand, a blood-colored long whip fell down with a bang, killing several people immediately.

"Hurry up? This Purgatory Mountain Range is your birthplace, and now you are not even ants in the eyes of this seat.

If you want to enter the outer gate of the sect, you must survive here first. As for how to survive, I don’t care what the means are. Even if you eat your companions, it doesn’t matter if you use your companions as a supplement to your strength !
Now, get out of here, get out of here, after a month, someone will come to pick you up, I hope, you are still alive! "

The group of support members looked horrified and desperate.

But they can only move forward, because this is their fate!
However, it is also time...

Rumble!
Above the originally clear sky, suddenly there was a thunderous sound!
The horror of the thunder was only an instant, and most of the nourishment was directly shattered and disappeared under the thunder...

Rumble!
There was another sound, hundreds of thousands of nourishment, even screams, completely destroyed!

The strong Shenqiao was directly suppressed, kneeling on the ground, spitting blood.

Even the old man from the first level of the other side was directly suppressed and knelt down, his face was extremely pale...

"This is……"

The old man looked up in horror.

I saw that above the sky, the entire sky was gathered by the blood mist and turned into a huge vortex mill, like a sea of ​​thunder, like blood-colored eyes looking down on the world!
It, staring at somewhere in the Dark Purgatory Mountain Range...

There, a blood-colored heavenly palace is vaguely taking shape, and it is becoming more and more real...

"Grumble!"

The old man swallowed his saliva, and a trembling voice exclaimed from his mouth: "The blood-colored sky eye, the catastrophe of the soul, this is... this is a strong man in Dutian Palace with six hearts!!!!"

(End of this chapter)