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Li Tian can be sure that the blood spirit source is definitely a wise thing——

When Li Tian sat on the vicious dog and turned back, the blood spirit source turned around again and flew towards the place of refugees. Those who were still swimming in the sea of ​​death had no idea about the fate of the cultivators who had landed near the place of refugees. The guys actually swam faster and faster in excitement.

Li Tian is not a saint, but he doesn't want to watch these guys swim over and die.

Standing on the back of the vicious dog, he shouted loudly to the monks: "Stop chasing the source of the blood spirit. The coast of the Sea of ​​Death is full of refugees from the land of refugees. Those refugees will kill everyone they see." , now at least ten thousand cultivators over there have been killed, and even the sea water has been dyed blood red. Turn around and run away!"

"Who are you, idiot? Do you think you are the savior? Don't think we don't know, you just want to swallow up the source of blood! Haha, someone has already used your tricks before!" The cultivator swam while swimming. Cursed at Li Tian.

Venerable Shi Lei said angrily: "Do you want to die? You are talking to my elder brother like this! Do you know who he is?"

"Who? With such a big four-winged mount, and a beautiful woman like a flower on the mount, it must be the legendary super soft rice king Li Tian."

"That's right, don't think that he is awesome because he rode the daughter of Lord Ye Cheng. There is more than one emperor in this Netherworld!" These monks did not know what was good and what was wrong, but instead insulted Li Tian.

"Anyone who insults my elder brother Li Tian will die!"

"Heavy!"

Venerable Shi Lei shouted low, and two waves of coercion fell from the sky, directly pressing on the two disciples. The two cultivators were instantly pushed under the sea by the pressure!

Gudu!

Gudu!

The two monks kept blowing bubbles in their mouths, and flapped their hands and feet unsteadily on the water. They wanted to break away from Master Shi Lei's gravity attack, but the difference in realm made them unable to do anything.

The other disciples did not take action when they saw Master Lei, they just used the heavy skill. The two guys who were said to be the eighth-level peak cultivators were pressed into the water without even a chance to resist, and their faces were suddenly filled with panic. With an expression on his face, he said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, you are actually your Majesty!"

"Run away!"

There seems to be a huge gap between the monks and the sages.

Every five hundred years, there are five million disciples who enter the battlefield of death, but after five hundred years, not even five hundred will become sages.

The probability of one Venerable being born out of 10,000 disciples is considered high, and coupled with the five-hundred-year period, it further illustrates the scarcity and power of Venerables.

What's more, these powerful men who became venerables in the death battlefield may not have entered the death battlefield five hundred years ago. They may even have entered a thousand years ago, two thousand years ago, or even longer. Didn't Little Hotpot stay in the Death Battlefield for three thousand years before becoming a venerable?

Soon, cultivators in the Sea of ​​Death turned back and began to flee frantically. As these cultivators returned, the color of the sea gradually turned into a light red. The two who were already trapped in the water The master disciples finally knew that Li Tian was not lying to them.

But it was too late for them to admit their mistake, and Venerable Shi Lei would not give them this chance.

It is not easy for a master at the monk level to drown in water.

After all, at this level of cultivation, they can do it even if they don't breathe for half an hour, but this only increases their pain.

For example, an ordinary person can hold his breath for more than one minute. During this minute of holding his breath, the person will never feel comfortable. And as the time of holding his breath gets longer, the pain will increase sharply.

These two peak eighth-level disciples were suffocated to death in the water by Shi Lei using this skill.

Ye Meimei didn't feel there was anything wrong with this. In her eyes, these two reptile-like guys dared to speak rudely and humiliate her. Then these two guys would only die.

In the eyes of Venerable Shi Lei, killing two cultivators is as simple as crushing two ants to death, not to mention that these two cultivators are obviously members of the opposing organization of Venerable Ye Cheng.

After Li Tian was hunted down in the Deadly Land, Li Tian had already looked away from everything.

"Xiao Lei, I decided to enter the land of refugees to find the source of the blood spirit!" Li Tian said solemnly.

Venerable Shi Lei looked at Li Tian's serious expression and knew that Li Tian had made up his mind. He nodded slightly and said, "You are my eldest brother, and I am willing to follow you! Even if my life is in danger, I will protect your safety."

This is what Shi Lei said on the scene, but also in his heart.

Shi Lei knew that with Li Tianneng's ability to kill the Dragon Lord, he didn't need his protection at all. Of course, if he really needed his protection, he would do his best.

Shi Lei just wanted to wait for Li Tian's help after leaving the battlefield of death and entering the Netherworld five hundred years later.

…

Ever since the Death Battlefield secret realm was first opened, there have been refugees here. As time goes by, the number of refugees in the Death Battlefield has gradually increased, and now the number of refugees in the entire Death Battlefield has probably exceeded one million.

The Land of Refugees is named after the large number of refugees in the drama series here. The number of refugees gathered in the Land of Refugees alone exceeds 600,000.

Therefore, the land of refugees is a city and a county, a world completely independent of the Netherworld.

The current ruler of the Refugee Land is named Liu. The residents of the Refugee Land have forgotten his specific name. The name is not important here, what is important is strength.

All the people in the refugee land call him the Refugee Supreme.

The Refugee Supreme has lived in the land of refugees for more than 8,000 years. This long eight-thousand-year career has allowed his cultivation to slowly break through to the level two of the Supreme. This level of cultivation is definitely the best in the world in the battlefield of death. of domination.

He controls a secret realm ten times the size of the Earth, but the Refugee Supreme lives a very unhappy life.

Although he had many wives and hundreds of children during these eight thousand years, he knew that this was not the life he wanted. He wanted to return to the underworld.

He misses the green mountains and green waters of the Netherworld, the alternation of the sun and the moon, and everything in the Netherworld. However, everything in the Netherworld has nothing to do with him. As long as he dares to return to the Netherworld, he will be there as soon as possible. Killed by that man.

Standing on the huge wall of the imperial city, the Refugee Supreme looked at the busy traffic and people in the city. He felt as miserable as an ant, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly and sighed.

Next to the Refugee Supreme, a woman who was only 27 or 27 years old but wearing a pure gold mask said to the Refugee Supreme: "Father, why are you sighing? Is it because the secret envoy was killed?"

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