For a moment, Ye Qingyu and Hu Bugui were also unpredictable.

Could it be that the strength of the Lord of the Demon Sect of the World has improved by leaps and bounds?

But this is also exaggerated.

Ye Qingyu asked himself that his cultivation growth was already earth-shaking, but if the leader of the Demon Sect of Destruction Sect really took action, his cultivation growth rate would be far beyond his own. I'm afraid he would have some amazing opportunities.

After all, the hundreds of corpses killed by the same sword energy in front of me are all holy-level powerhouses among major races...

The two were silent for a moment.

"If you go to the hall, let's leave too. Staying here is just a waste of time." Hu Bugui was not used to such a scene like a sea of ​​corpse and blood in the hall. Everyone who died here had a higher cultivation level than him.

Ye Qingyu nodded: "Let's go..." He said here, and suddenly stopped and remembered something. His eyes swept over the more than 400 corpses. His heart moved. After hesitating a little, his palm spread out and hesitated. The sword intent activated. The sword pill turned into hundreds of roaring red light and overflowed, radiating towards the hundreds of corpses on the ground.

Every red light of sword balls passes through the corpse, and a corpse will float away like ashes of flames.

But in a few breaths, the bodies of hundreds of corpses of the powerful Holy Realm in the Hall of Sanshan Pavilion were swept by the red sword intent and turned into flame ashes and disappeared. The essence and flesh in their bodies were completely absorbed by the Blood-Drinking Sword Pill, gathering into magnificent energy, hidden in the Blood-Drinking Sword Pill.

At this time, the Blood-Drinking Sword Pill was extremely bright and radiant.

The power contained in it, if released by one blow, is enough to kill ordinary great saints.

"The dead are gone, dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil." Ye Qingyu took back the Blood-Drinking Sword Pill and sighed in his heart.

Life is empty.

How might these powerful people of the Holy Dao were born? Unfortunately, once they died in battle, their corpses were like wild dogs. As time passed, the power inside would eventually dissipate between heaven and earth. Ye Qingyu took the power and buryed them with ashes, so as not to eventually be humiliated by maggots.

The hall, which was originally full of corpses, suddenly became empty.

Hundreds of corpses turned into ashes, leaving only those broken clothes, armor and cold and bleak weapons, lying silently on the ground.

Ye Qingyu stood there, his eyes swept across the weapons.

Some of these weapons have been damaged in battle, but some are still intact. Even the damaged weapons are refined with extremely precious genius treasures. Although they have almost no powerful power, they are rare materials for sacrifice. As for the other small number of intact weapons, they can be used to expand the arsenal of the Tianhuang Realm and select suitable imperial powers as rewards in the future.

Instead of leaving these weapons here to survive the immersion of time and become rusted and dull, it is better to use them as much as possible.

After thinking about it, he put away all the dead saints on the ground who had used the unowned weapons.

"Let's go." After doing all this, he turned around and greeted.

On the side, Hu Bugui's lips twitched, and he came over and said with a smile: "Brother, you are really plucking your hair by the geese. When you make money, you are even more cruel than me, the robber leader!"

Ye Qingyu was also a little ashamed.

I have been with the two big bandits, Daigou and Hu Bugui, for a long time, and I have been infected with bad habits without realizing it.

While speaking, the two of them came to the transit space behind Sanshan Hall.

This small transit space is similar to the transit spaces of the previous Qiyuan Jie'er Hall and Tushita Palace, but there are two fork corridors afterwards.

Under the secret guidance of the million-year-old heroic soul, Ye Qingyu directly chose a fork on the right to enter.

The time I walked forward for a stick of incense was not over yet.

The length of this corridor is much longer than the corridor I experienced before.

"I sensed the existence of the immortal body, and it was indeed in this Chaos Demon Emperor's Reincarnation Hall." The voice of a million-year heroic soul sounded, with surprise in his tone.

"That's great." Ye Qingyu also sent a message: "Where is it? Do we need to turn around and go back?"

"No, keep moving forward." The voice of the million-year heroic soul was extremely confident.

The two and the dog continued to move forward.

After an hour, the corridor has not yet come to an end.

At this time, Daigou Xiaojiu finally regained his ability to move.

It could finally straighten its tongue and speak: "Pills...give me my elixir." This guy was still thinking about the magic pill that should belong to it, and the first thing he said was to ask for a treasure.

Ye Qingyu didn't even look at it and said, "Wait until the temple except the Chaos Demon Emperor is equipped with it."

"Human pampering, don't you want to take it alone, right?" This guy looked at Ye Qingyu suspiciously.

Ye Qingyu ignored it directly.

"After that, the fake death pill tastes good, like fried beans, but unfortunately the side effects are too great. I don't even know what other effects it has besides fake death." Daigou looked like he was full of reminiscence. His hair all over his body looked more and more shiny and softer, and he said, "Tsk tsk, I still think it's quite full. Wang hasn't felt hungry like he is now for a long time, but he feels a little overwhelmed."

Ye Qingyu's heart moved when he heard this.

This stupid dog is a bucket of food, just like the reincarnation of Taotie. In the past, even if you eat a mountain of meat, you wouldn't feel full, but now you are rarely full? Is the effect of the fake death pill... well, fill your stomach?

This is too much.

With the jokes of Daigou, time passed by quickly.

Another hour later.

The corridor has reached a vague end.

"Be careful, there is Tianhe in front of you, and there should be many people ferrying boats on the bank of Tianhe." The voice of the million-year-old heroic soul sounded.

Tianhe?

What is that?

Ye Qingyu was surprised and soon arrived at the end of the corridor.

A black beach appeared in sight.

The guess of million-year heroic soul is correct. There are indeed countless bodies standing on the black beach, as if waiting for something. They are all powerful people from all races, powerful, gathering together in groups of three or three. Different forces and people are extremely vigilant. The air is filled with the smell of blood, and there are many corpses on the beach. Obviously, they died shortly after the battle, and blood soaked the beach, and pools of blood mud...

Ye Qingyu and the others walked out of the corridor and immediately attracted the attention of countless strong men.

They look back.

One by one, the eyes of different meanings swept around Ye Qingyu and the others unscrupulously, but most of them looked at them a few times and found that these two people were just ordinary holy realm cultivation. Then they turned around and stared at a black river in the distance of the beach, as if they were waiting for something, and they had no time to care about Ye Qingyu and the others. Some people sneered carefully and had a lot of attention, with hostility in their eyes.

Ye Qingyu also directly ignored these people.

His eyes passed by these people and landed on the black river at the end of the black beach in the distance.

This big river is about a thousand meters wide, like a black space crack, crossing the east and west, dividing the entire black beach into two. The water waves on the river surface are gentle, like a mirror. At first glance, there is nothing strange, but if you look closely, you will send a message. The river flows from the void in the east, passing through this black beach that covers an area of ​​more than a thousand acres, and flows westward into the void, like a river flowing in the sky.

Now, he understood.

This is the heavenly river in the mouth of a million-year heroic soul.

There were at least thousands of strong men of all races blocked on the north bank of Tianhe River. However, the black river water, a thousand meters wide, was like a natural barrier, making so many strong men unable to cross it. Looking at the anxious and helpless expressions on the faces of some strong men, Ye Qingyu realized that there must be something strange about the Tianhe River, otherwise such a situation would not have happened.

Ye Qingyu and Hu Bugui also walked towards Tianhe.

After only a few steps, several figures stopped him.

"Human race?" The leader was a strong man with an eagle-faced human body, wearing black armor, fierce aura, and his eyes were like a sharp blade, and he said, "One and a half-step holy realm, a small success in the holy realm, actually walked to the bank of the Tianhe River. He was lucky. I think I should have picked up a lot of treasures along the way, hehe!"

He was surrounded by six alien powerhouses with eagle-faced human bodies, half-arc, front-facing intercepting, and four eagle-faced human bodies were silently circling behind, blocking the retreat of Ye Qingyu and Hu Bugui, and vaguely surrounding the two people.

Seeing this scene, the strong men from all over the world seemed to be familiar with each other.

There were also powerful aliens who said angrily: "Damn it, I finally waited for two human flesh and insects, but the guy from the Eagle-faced tribe took the lead..."

"Forget it, wait for the next wave of meat and insects. These two human races are alone and there is no good product on them." said another foreign race powerhouse.

Many strong people were watching the fun.

In the distance, among the crowd on the black beach, a masked figure with a black sweater cloak shrouded in the black sweater cloak turned around and looked in this direction. A strange look flowed out of his eyes, but there was no next move. There was a large gap beside him. Other figures were avoiding the plague god and did not dare to approach him. On the beach at his feet, there were more than a dozen foreign powerhouses, with blood flowing, obviously they had just died.

"You... are doing too much." A voice rang.

However, it was a middle-aged female human saint. Seeing Ye Qingyu and the other two were in danger, they felt a little unbearable and couldn't help speaking. There were more than a dozen human saints standing beside her, with vague injuries on her body. Obviously, it was because they rely on the number of people to join each other to gain a foothold on this black beach. Otherwise, they would be in a very bad situation.

The human race is weak, and it is fully demonstrated in this battle for the opportunity of the Chaos Demon Emperor’s Reincarnation Hall.

"Haha, Youlan Female Saint, you have crossed the river with a clay Buddha, and you still dare to stand up for others." The powerful alien with the eagle face, human body sneered, with a cruel and sinister light like an eagle falcon in his eyes, and said, "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise, hehe..."

Some other foreign powerhouses also burst into laughter.

Even the powerful humans around Youlan Female Saint were anxious.

"Youlan, don't talk too much."

"Talking too much will bring disaster."

"Yes, we protect everyone," a middle-aged human saint who looked a little handsome, quickly reached out to pull the female saint of Youlan and said, "Youlan, don't worry about them, otherwise it will cause trouble. The two juniors, who are not strong enough, are still here to die. They are just asking for help. This kind of idiot who has no self-knowledge deserves to die."—

Thanks to the support of the dirty tribe, Wusheng No. 2, book friends 38442152, book friends 34954477, Deng Yundeng and other great men, thanks to the giant leader of the canteen buns.
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