Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 1581 the real murderer

Although Kunjie's avenue suppression has disappeared, the avenue will always surpass all beings, but it gives him a completely different feeling. Han Yu felt that cultivating here is much easier than cultivating outside.

The Tao here is completely different from the Tao outside. This subtle change of Tao can only be felt when it reaches the realm of Martial Saint.

The underground world does not seem to be attached to the dimensional space of the Kun world, but a world that sits on the same level as the Kun world.

The shock in Han Yu's heart could not be calmed for a long time, followed by Yin Soldiers through Ranshigang, Flying Knife Canyon, Skeleton Gobi, Naihe Bridge and other Jedi, and finally reached the sea of ​​blood.

These Jedi have been repaired, and the dried blood sea is tumbling again. On the blood sea, standing a giant, the patron saint of the blood sea, seems to have been waiting here for a long time.

The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood has a human body, and his body is covered with black bristles, like steel needles, each one seems to be extremely hard, holding an axe in his right hand, quietly waiting for the Yin Soldier to pass.

"Master of the early stage of Wusheng!" Han Yu secretly probed the breath of the patron saint of the sea of ​​blood, and couldn't help but move.

Soon, Yin Bing walked to the guardian of the sea of ​​blood and stopped, the guardian of the sea of ​​blood bowed and said, "Senior, please come out!"

"Huh?" Han Yu looked at the second coffin. In the first coffin was a rotten corpse, and the senior called by the patron saint of the sea of ​​blood was definitely in the second coffin.

"Boom!" The coffin lid exploded, and a complaint sounded.

"Suffocating me, grandpa, why are you taking me to lie in the coffin..."

This is the voice of a little girl.

"Girl." Han Yu's heart moved, this voice was exactly the girl's. But Han Yu didn't change anything, watching quietly.

The old madman took the girl and stood up from the coffin, Han Yu could only see their backs.

The Yin Soldier was motionless, carrying the coffin numbly, regardless of any movement in the coffin.

"Senior, long time no see!" The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood arched his hands at the old lunatic, grinning, a mouthful of big yellow teeth that made people look really frightening.

The old madman didn't speak, and jumped to the ground while pulling the girl. Suddenly, the old madman looked back at Han Yu.

Han Yu was taken aback. Today's old madman gave him a strange feeling.

"Come out." The old madman said lightly.

"Uh..." Han Yu was dumb, the old madman at this time did not look like a madman at all, and his eyes were extremely clear.

When Han Yu walked out of the Yin Bing team, the girl couldn't help being overjoyed when she saw it. I haven't seen it for many years, the girl has never changed, just like the rain butterfly of the year, as if she has been frozen.

Han Yu picked up the girl, walked towards the old lunatic, hunched slightly, and said, "I have seen seniors."

The old madman nodded, and the patron saint of the sea of ​​blood came over, shaking the ground with every step of the step. He looked at Han Yu and smiled: "Little friend, we meet again."

Han Yu nodded.

In the past, he was as small as an ant in front of the patron saint of the sea of ​​blood, but now, Han Yu has the strength to be equal to him.

The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood looked at the old lunatic and said, "Senior, what advice can you give me this time?"

The old madman said: "I want to see Dugu Yijian!"

The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood said: "Senior, come with me." The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood made a request. It can be seen that he has not only met the old madman, but also respected the old madman.

The old madman took Han Yu and the girl to the depths of the blood sea with the patron saint of the blood sea.

Han Yu has a lot of questions to ask the old madman and the patron saint of the sea of ​​blood, but now it is not the time. Silent all the way, crossing the void several times, three islands arranged in an equilateral triangle appeared in the sight of several people.

After seeing the sights on the three islands, Han Yu's face changed slightly.

The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood introduced: "These three islands are Corpse Island, Coffin Island and Tablet Island."

There are countless corpses piled on the corpse island; countless coffins are piled on the coffin island. These coffins are the same as the coffins used by the old lunatics when they came in; there are countless stone steles erected on the stele island, but the grave head is not visible.

From a distance, a gloomy and cold air rushed toward his face, making sages like Han Yu feel a little scalp numb. The girl had long been blindfolded by Han Yu and shivered in Han Yu's arms.

"Those corpses and coffins, why not bury them?" Han Yu Chuanyin asked the Guardian of the Sea of ​​Blood.

"The corpse island has the rules of the corpse island, and the coffin island also has the rules of the coffin island." The guardian **** of the blood sea said.

"You haven't set the rules yet?" Han Yu asked.

The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood did not speak. Han Yu and the others flew over the corpse island, and they could see the corpses piled up in a random manner, some of them were rotten and improper, and some seemed to have just been shipped. The corpse water and blood gathered into countless rivers and flowed into the sea of ​​blood. Han Yu doubted whether the blood in the sea of ​​blood came from Corpse Island.

However, there is not a single mosquito on Dead Island.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Han Yu felt a familiar breath, which originated from the same vein as the fingers of God.

Han Yu discovered that the blood flowing out of many corpses on the corpse island contained the original energy of the fingers of the gods. Some corpses were more numerous, and some were less.

"Are these corpses all from Heavenly Court and descendants of Heavenly Court?" Han Yu was astonished.

Han Yu couldn't help asking: "Patron saint, did you destroy the Lingxiao Holy Land?"

The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood smiled bitterly: "Don't call me patron saint, my name is black storm, you have to ask this old man."

The black storm pointed at the old lunatic.

Han Yu was taken aback, and looked at the old madman inconceivably. Seeing the meaning of the black storm, Lingxiao Holy Land was destroyed by the old madman.

"How strong is this old senior?" Han Yu took a deep breath. Although he didn't know how powerful the Lingxiao Holy Land was, he had no bottom in his heart if he let him kill him alone.

The old madman did not speak, and seemed unwilling to mention this topic again.

"What are you talking about, why don't I understand?" the girl asked.

"Nothing to say." Han Yu withdrew his gaze, and there was a storm in his heart. He wanted to know the strength of the old madman, but the old madman became a saint in his flesh, and he couldn't tell his strength from his breath.

"The big girl is comparable to the people in the early stage of Wu Sheng, and the old madman is definitely better than the big girl, won't he be comparable to the strong in the middle stage of Wu Sheng, right?" Han Yu became more and more alarmed. He suddenly realized that in this world, there are probably many masters like the old madman. Although he has an extremely powerful ability to leapfrog battles, he may not be invincible in the world.

Black Storm took a few people across Corpse Island and flew towards Bei Island.

The environment of Beidao Island was not much better than that of Corpse Island, and it was miserable everywhere, revealing a sharp chill.