"Boom!"

The Jiuzhou tripod had not moved at all, but the attack from the visitor was blocked.

According to legend, the Nine Continents Cauldron is a treasure that the gods must compete for. It is extremely thick and indestructible. Zhan Wuque obtained the cultivation method of Earth Escape, and he was barely able to control it.

Once released at this time, people will indeed block the attack in the future.

"What is this, it's so strong?"

The black and white evil spirits looked over and looked shocked.

It was enough to surprise them to be able to block it. But the cauldron could not move at all, which was too horrifying. Could it be a holy weapon?

Zhan Wuque quickly retreated, his face looking a little bad.

The person who came is very strong!

At the lowest level, they are the sixth level of Martial Master, which is comparable to Li Xiuyuan.

Such strength, if it is the person from the Blood Killing Palace

The identity of the visitor can be easily guessed.

The Lord of the Blood Killing Hall!

Sure enough, the figure of an old man in black robe slowly emerged in the void.

He has one eye and scars on his face are intertwined, and there is almost no good piece of meat.

"Who are you!!"

The black and white evil spirits seemed to recall something, and their faces changed drastically.

"Are you the Lord of the Blood Killing Hall, Xue Hong!?"

"Two little guys, I haven't seen each other for more than a thousand years. I didn't expect you to break through to the Martial Master!"

The old man in black robe smiled.

"It's really you!"

The two black and white evil spirits were scared very much.

Xue Hong made a huge reputation back then, just because he assassinated three martial masters in a row within a month, and the key was successful!

Since then, it has become famous and can be said to be well-known in Lingxi.

At that time, both black and white evil spirits were still both Wu Ling, and they had luckily seen Xue Hong once.

And that time, it happened to be the only time that Xue Hong failed, and one of his eyes was destroyed and his appearance was destroyed.

Therefore, the black and white evil spirits can recognize him at a glance.

Xue Hong is not an ordinary martial arts master, he is an old strong man. He doesn’t take action easily. He is extremely cruel when he takes action and will never leave any survivors!

The black and white evil spirits looked at each other and began to retreat at the same time.

They don't want to provoke this old monster.

"The Lord of the Blood Killing Palace?"

Zhan Wuque spoke coldly, "It's really a ghost!"

"The deputy master of the Blood Killing Hall is dead. When you die again, the Qingzhou Blood Killing Hall will be equivalent to destruction!"

Upon hearing this, Xue Hong's face turned cold.

"Just you?"

"The Lord of the Palace admits that you are not weak in talent, and you are enough to rank among the top three of the geniuses I have ever seen, but so what? If you haven't grown up, you are still an ant in my eyes!"

After saying that, Xue Hong took action immediately.

"This tripod is good, it's my turn!"

Xue Hong opened his big hand and grabbed Jiuzhou Cauldron in front of him.

"Buzz!"

There is no doubt that Xue Hong was shaken away.

Although the Jiuzhou Cauldron is only one of the Nine Cauldrons, it is definitely a magical weapon, or even more.

Xue Hong wanted to shake with his own strength, which was undoubtedly a dream.

"Come on me!"

Seeing that the Jiuzhou Cauldron was still motionless, Xue Hong believed in his heart that this was a huge treasure, and at the lowest level was above the holy level.

But he tried his best and could not shake it at all.

Zhan Wuque waved his hand gently, and the Jiuzhou Cauldron flew up, and he put it away when he got closer.

"It turns out that you have recognized your master. It seems that you can only kill you first, and you will get the treasure naturally!"

Xue Hongsen smiled, his figure blurred and disappeared.

This is a special secret technique mastered by the killer of the Blood Killing Hall, or the people of the Blood God Temple, which can be integrated into the void and silently. When you get close, you will be killed with one blow!

Zhan Wuque's eyes were cold, and his eyes were like eagle-eyed swept through the void.

Xue Hong, who was in the dark, found that Zhan Wuque was staring in another direction opposite to him, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

"The Saint is too careful, and he also told me to be careful of this kid. Now it seems that this is the case."

Xue Hong believes that although Zhan Wuque is talented, he is too young and has insufficient experience. How can he stop the assassination of his experienced killer?

Wu Zun has killed several times, let alone a mere junior?

He couldn't help but feel a little more contempt in his heart, especially after he was close to Zhan Wuque and was less than ten feet away.

For a strong man like him, this distance is equivalent to being close to him, and he can take the life of the opponent with just a move.

"kill!"

Xue Hong shouted lightly in his heart, like a lurking leopard suddenly attacking his prey!

He was a little contemptuous in his heart, but he was still cruel and ruthless in his actions, even more ruthless.

Years of experience in killer have allowed him to treat any enemy at any time, anywhere, and without taking it lightly.

One blow to kill!

Seeing that the scimitar in his hand was about to cut through Zhan Wuque's neck, something that Xue Hong didn't expect happened.

Zhan Wuque seemed to have eyes behind him, and suddenly turned around, and he didn't know when there would be an extra jar in his hand.

A jar that looks ragged and ordinary.

The jar is not big, only the size of two fists, it is gray, and the body of the jar is even some yellow mud has been clumped, but the color of the jar cover is somewhat different from the color of the jar body.

"This is?"

Xue Hong didn't see the trick at first sight, and when he looked closely, he immediately screamed.

His soul trembled, and his only eye almost exploded.

"What the hell is this!!"

Xue Hong's scalp was numb and his whole body was trembling. This was a natural reaction of the body, as if he had met a natural enemy and saw some kind of horror!

In a trance, he saw a sea of ​​corpses and blood, with white bones appearing horizontally. The picture turned into an endless black hole again, and the howlings of ghosts and wolves penetrated into his ears!

The picture turned again, a headless man knelt on the sacred mountain. He held a giant axe and slashed blindly. The earth collapsed and the sky collapsed, and the scene of the end of the world!

In the outside world, in the eyes of the black and white evil spirits, Xue Hong's whole body was trembling, bleeding from seven orifices, and his face was extremely pale. The only one's eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and his eyes were bursting, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying.

"My tribe, save me..."

A low murmur sounded in Xue Hong's heart.

"This is this...this is this...this is this!!"

Xue Hong suddenly came back to his senses and an incredible thought popped up in his heart.

"Impossible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible!!!"

Blood Hong was like a madman, roaring wildly.

Zhan Wuque's hand began to tremble violently.

This is an unprecedented phenomenon!

"Bang!"

Zhan Wuque slapped the cover of the altar with a fierce palm.

The urn is mainly considered to be him, and there is a slight connection between the two.

Zhan Wuque relied on that touch to suppress the vibration of the urn, and then opened the cover of the urn without hesitation.

A thick layer of black mist spread rapidly like ink.

This black fog has an indescribable weirdness.
To be continued...