Eternal Blood Emperor

Chapter 314

The five top sects in the Five Elements Realm are all extremely strong. Although there is no Dongtian Realm, the people in the sect basically have the cultivation base of the Zifu Realm, and there are quite a few late Zifu Realm or even half-step Dongtian Realm. The strong sit in town.

Of course, compared with Yuanwu Realm and Blood God Realm, such strength is insignificant.

Otherwise, the Five Elements Realm would not be reduced to a battlefield where the two realms conquer each other. Thousands of years of fighting and fighting have left the entire Five Elements Realm devastated, and most of the areas have been completely turned into ruins.

Now there are only the areas where the five top sects are located, which can barely support them.

However, the final battle between the Yuanwu Realm and the Blood God Realm is approaching, and I am afraid that these five top sects will definitely be involved in it.

"The Qingmu Sect has the ancient Bodhi tree. I don't know if there is one of the Five Elements Treasures in the Vajra Gate, Tianshui Palace, Shenhuo Sect, and Houtu Palace."

Wang Ruoxie thought secretly in his heart, after he planned to escape from the dungeon of the Blood Spirit Race, he would go to several other top sects to have a look.

If he can get together five kinds of Five Elements Treasures, then he can directly refine the Five Elements Good Fortune Pill, and then use the Five Elements Good Fortune Pill to hit a higher level, and even directly break through to the Cave Heaven Realm. It is not impossible.

"Wow..."

At this moment, there was a sudden abnormal sound.

"They are here."

Hearing the strange noise, the man in black named Zhou Peng said with a hint of hatred in his eyes.

Wang Ruoxie turned her eyes and looked in the direction of the strange noise.

Soon, the door of the dungeon was slowly opened, and then a group of figures walked in, including a dozen or so blood spirits.

I saw the dozen or so blood elves cast a cold glance at Wang Ruoxie and the others, then raised their feet and walked in front of some of them.

"Raise your hand."

One of the youths from the Blood Spirit Tribe wearing a scarlet robe said coldly to Zhou Peng.

Hearing the words, Zhou Peng raised his arms dumbly, as if he already knew what was going to happen next, or in other words, this scene had been repeated countless times.

And the same is true for other people, after those blood elves asked them to stretch out their arms, they all stretched out their arms with numb faces, without the slightest intention of resistance.

"What are these guys up to?"

Wang Ruoxie's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the Blood Spirit Race.

He had also asked Zhou Peng before, why the blood elves would arrest them and imprison them in this dungeon, but the other party didn't say so, but asked him to wait.

Now, the answer he wants to know is probably about to appear.

But at this time, those blood spirits took out a bloody dagger one after another, and directly cut the wrists of Zhou Peng and others.

Immediately afterwards, they each took out a blood-colored bottle, and poured all the blood flowing from Zhou Peng's and others' wrists into the blood bottle without leaking.

Seeing this scene, strands of cold light flashed in Wang Ruoxie's eyes. How could he not know what these blood spirits were doing.

The reason why the blood elves imprisoned them in this dungeon was clearly to regard them as blood slaves who constantly provided fresh blood.

No wonder Zhou Peng would say before that the old man who had been imprisoned in this dungeon for thousands of years finally chose to end himself unwilling to be humiliated.

If it were him, he would naturally not be willing to become a blood slave of the Blood Spirit Clan. How is this different from cattle and sheep raised in captivity?

Soon, the blood-robed youth who collected Zhou Peng's blood came to Wang Ruoxie.

"Raise your arms up."

The blood-robed youth glanced at Wang Ruoxie indifferently, and then said.

However, Wang Ruoxie ignored him at all, as if he didn't hear him.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

Seeing Wang Ruoxie ignoring him, the blood-robed youth frowned and spoke again.

"roll!"

Wang Ruoxie raised her head slightly, looked at the blood-robed youth with indifferent eyes, and slowly uttered a cold voice.

Although he is now imprisoned in this dungeon, it does not mean that he is willing to be collected by the blood elves for his blood.

"What did you say?"

The young man in the blood robe looked at Wang Ruoxie with astonishment on his face, as if he never thought that a guy like a cow and sheep dared to resist.

"I said let you go."

Wang Ruoxie said indifferently to the blood-robed youth.

These blood spirits who came to collect blood were basically at the early stage of the Purple Mansion Realm, only the blood-robed young man in front of him was at the fifth level of the Purple Mansion Realm.

Although his cultivation base and soul power have been banned now, even with his physical body, he is sure to defeat the opponent.

After all, he already had absolute blood pressure on the Blood Spirit Race. If his cultivation base was not too low, it would be impossible for He Luoqi, the strong Blood Spirit Race in the late stage of Dongtian Realm, to capture him.

"you wanna die."

The blood-robed youth who came back to his senses stared at Wang Ruoxie with an extremely ugly expression, and shouted angrily.

"Haha... Turner, this guy actually told you to go away."

"Turner, you are the direct descendant of Master He Luoqi. He dared to humiliate you like this. He must be sentenced to death."

"Yes, cut off this guy's limbs first, and then torture him severely."

The other blood elves also laughed loudly at this moment, and then looked at Wang Ruoxie with amused eyes.

It has been a long time since they met such an interesting human race, which made them have the idea of ​​having a good time.

"Shut up for me."

Turner gave the blood elves a hard look, making them suddenly silent. They knew that Turner was really angered.

"You humble guy, you have completely angered me, and I will let you know what a terrible price you will pay for this."

Turner turned his gaze away, looked at Wang Ruoxie coldly, and said.

"You can try."

Wang Ruoxie smiled indifferently and replied.

"Gift of the blood god."

A cold smile flashed across Turner's eyes, and then a voice slowly spit out from his mouth.

Immediately, his eyes completely turned into blood.

In the next moment, an extremely violent blood energy swept out from Turner's body, attacking Wang Ruoxie.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. Not only will I not kill you, but I will also give you a drop of my blood, so that you will become my blood slave forever."

With a gloomy smile on the corner of Turner's mouth, he said to Wang Ruoxie, "I want to torture you forever, so that you can't live or die."

"Turner, don't be impulsive. You must know that your bloodline is the ninth-grade bloodline of the holy rank inherited from Master He Luoqi. Even a drop of blood can transform the blood soul of any human race into a holy rank. .”

"Turner, if Lord Helozi knows what you've done, he will be very angry, and may even disqualify you from being baptized in the Blood God's Pool."

Hearing Turner's words, the expressions of those blood elves all changed drastically, and they hurriedly stopped them.

"You don't have to worry, as long as he becomes my blood slave, it doesn't matter if he has a holy blood soul."

Turner said disapprovingly.

After finishing speaking, without the slightest hesitation, he scratched the center of his eyebrows with his fingers, took out a drop of blood, and directly injected it into Wang Ruoxie's eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)