Blood sacrifice to millions of zombies, I will be a demon cultivator in the apocalypse

Chapter 317 I stain the sky with demonic blood

It was as if he was not the one being surrounded and threatened by countless murderous intentions.

After looking around carefully, the gray-robed figure came back to his senses, stopped his movements, looked at the ferocious bald head opposite, and said.

"With such a strong sense of resentment and murder, it seems that I have found the right place..."

"This is where the Hanhai Demon Dao General Altar is..."

He was talking to himself like this, which made the bald head feel a little dazed.

In the past, there were many people who wanted to come to the Demonic Way of the Vast Sea to fight against the autumn wind, and there were many big shots at the pill-forming stage among them, but they usually failed and returned without success.

He had never seen such a special person, who seemed to be unprepared and just rushed into this dragon's den and tiger's den so recklessly.

Now, they don't seem to understand the situation. They seem so calm in front of these ferocious demonic monks, and they are still asking?

Is this too disrespectful to them?

The bald demonic monk felt an evil fire rising in his heart.

"Catch him and take him back and process him!"

Seemingly losing interest in the conversation, the bald man waved his hand and assigned a team of demonic monks to step forward to fetch the person, then turned around and left.

"It seems that our evil reputation in the Vast Sea Demonic Path is not strong enough..."

"During this period, cats and dogs dare to venture onto the island!"

He smiled coldly and shook his head.

Later, I will let these people know what human tragedy and demonic hell are.

Swish!

A cold light rose from behind.

For a moment, the bald head's heart sank, and he felt the cold hair on his back stand up completely. Under the invisible terror, for no reason, his body became cold and his feet became weak, just like the one he felt just now. The cold light seemed to have passed through his body.

"not good?!"

The bald man suddenly turned around and looked behind him. In an instant, what he saw made his expression change and his heart sink.

His eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen some incredible sight.

But they saw that the team of demon cultivators they had just sent were standing there, strangely motionless, as if time had stopped and was frozen in a mysterious field.

And the core center of that field is the man in gray robe who seems to have rushed to the island.

At that moment, it seemed like a thousand years had passed, and time seemed to have frozen.

The other demon cultivators around them were all confused. This method was too high-end and beyond their ability to understand.

But this did not prevent them from changing their expressions one by one. They smelled of fear from their souls to their bodies. Their legs felt weak. The dignified demonic monks could not walk for a while.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

In such a situation, they still don't know where they are, and they are in big trouble.

A big fish was caught in this move.

No, not even a prehistoric dragon whale.

The kind that can swallow the entire Hanhai Demon Dao Temple in one bite...

Is there an incredible top powerhouse landing on the island?

They wanted to shout, to make a noise, to inform the people inside.

But their eyes were dull, their bodies were stiff, their voices were stuck in their throats, but not a single ounce came out. In the depths of each person's pupils, there was an emotion of fear that came from deep within.

It’s not that they don’t want to run away, shout, or sound the alarm to notify the powerful people inside the Vast Sea Demonic Dao Forum to come to the rescue.

But quietly, everyone was dumbfounded and realized that they had spoken unconsciously at some unknown time.

Hundreds of demonic cultivators, including some of the top demonic cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, the Purple Mansion Stage, and even a few Void Core Realm Demonic Cultivators, suddenly found that their bodies no longer seemed to belong to them. No matter how they activated the magic power in their bodies, It was like a stone sinking into the sea, and the whole person was like a puppet on strings, with no autonomy at all.

How can this be?

What kind of incredible method is this?

At this moment, these demonic monks who were licking blood from their swords finally felt the horrible feeling of being unable to control themselves.

This feeling made their scalps tingle.

It's like taking away the right to life instinct.

The incredible scene happened the moment the gray-robed figure set foot on the island.

Questions were exploding in his head, but the bald man was still unaware and could only feel his calves trembling.

The scene before me was really weird.

It was just a turn around. How come the scene that happened was completely different from what he imagined?

He looked at the gray-robed figure standing in the center, with uncontrollable fear in his eyes.

At this moment, no matter how idiotic he is.

I also knew something was wrong.

He even knew that the person in front of him was not someone he could mess with.

Could it be that some Nascent Soul cultivators came to invade the island regardless of the agreement?

The bald man, who was a Xudan monk, swallowed hard and his soul trembled.

Such a strange situation now really frightens him.

"Death...dead...all dead..."

Just when he wanted to get a little courage from the demon cultivators around him.

Suddenly, I found that my companion who used to be extremely cruel became stammering and speaking tremblingly.

But these words left the bald head completely confused.

Then something even weirder happened.

Along the center of the gray-robed man, the monks were like dominoes, causing a chain reaction and falling to the ground one by one.

In just the blink of an eye, the team of hundreds of people fell to the ground silently and unconsciously, like wooden figures.

A large, motionless area.

There is no breath at all, and the dead can no longer die.

The bald man opened his mouth unconsciously, and his soul trembled crazily, causing him to send an unprecedented signal, which was a huge pressure in the face of a life and death crisis.

"Isn't it too rude to just leave without answering my questions?!"

At this time, the invisible aura of the gray-robed figure came out, clearing the clouds and revealing the true face.

It was an extremely handsome face, but when it appeared in the bald head's eyes, it was like seeing some of the most terrifying giant beasts. At one glance, the bald head became even more collapsed.

"Bi...Bibo Island Master."

"The first person under the Nascent Soul in the sea world!"

Damn it, why is this evil star?

Wasn't he being hunted down by the Dragon Imperial Court? Didn't some say he was dead?

Or hide somewhere to recuperate?

Why do you appear here in the Vast Sea Demon Dao General Altar?

The person who came turned out to be the terrifying being who ranked first among the alchemy monks under Nascent Soul who was wanted by the Dragon Demon Court. Known as the most powerful person in the sea realm's pill forming stage.

The first person under Nascent Soul is Zheng Yi, the owner of Bibo Island.

The bald monk seemed to be crying and laughing, almost crying. Although he was also a pill-forming monk, he was just a mere virtual pill monk.

My family knows my family's situation. His cultivation is a coincidence and he was pushed up by relying on resources. Let alone a true elixir cultivator, even an ordinary alchemy-forming cultivator would be in trouble. What's more, the person in front of him is... A third-grade Jindan cultivator, the first person in the majestic sea world to be worthy of the name Nascent Soul.

That was a terrifying existence that even a powerful monk like the Sea-turning Demon Lord couldn't take down in person.

Such a character, in his eyes.

How is it different from ordinary ancestors in the Nascent Soul stage?

Just now, he actually wanted his subordinates to take him down and torture him severely. Thinking of those words, the bald monk now wants to slap himself twice.

It's totally like using a lantern to go to the toilet, you're looking for death.

If Zheng Yi could forgive him for his behavior just now, the bald monk felt that he could kneel down and call him daddy, and just beg him to spare his life.

Now he was mentally tense, and a heavy shadow of death hung over his heart, lingering for a long time.

"Yes, it is!"

"When the superior cultivator comes, I am extremely frightened!"

"It was all a misunderstanding just now. This is indeed the Hanhai Demonic Dao General Altar..."

In extreme panic, the bald monk's mind was spinning rapidly, and his mouth was not obeying his orders as he answered Zheng Yi's questions one by one.

"That's good."

"Thank you for your answer……"

"In this case, you are of no use anymore, you can all die!"

Zheng Yi glanced at the demon cultivators around him. His eyes turned silvery white at this moment, and endless blood light rose from behind him.

A mile away from the square, along the center of where he stood, he quickly held his hand, and two blood-colored crescent moons slowly rose up.

The demon-turned-blood sword devoured countless creatures, as well as numerous dragon flesh and souls, and opened the core of the sun and moon wheel of heaven and earth. It was no longer what it used to be. It was a terrifying existence that was only one step away from reaching the spiritual treasure stage.

In fact, the energy source of this object alone is stronger than Zheng Yi, a ninth-grade golden elixir monk.

The blood in his eyes flickered, and there were mysterious and strange blood lines all over, forming bizarre demon symbols. A cold light passed by, and Zheng Yi raised his right hand, forming a sword with his two fingers, and slashed towards the void.

Two rays of blood criss-crossed and shot into the sky.

Immediately the demon-turned-blood sword descended!

At this moment, the entire Hanhai Demon Dao General Altar turned into a sea of ​​blood. Dark clouds in the sky were dyed red by blood and turned into blood clouds.

The snowy waves rolled into the sky, and countless blood shadows shot out from the two sun and moon swords, like endless bursts of blood god's sons.

Wherever it passes, everything turns to blood.

Whether it was the bodies of the human monks or their souls, as streaks of blood streaked through the air, they sank directly into the bodies of the demonic monks, where they immediately melted and were swallowed up by the blood.

Immediately afterwards, the blood light penetrated again, and the demonic monks on the opposite side were also swallowed by the blood light.

Compared to the overwhelming mysterious aura of the demon.

The demonic meaning that filled the sky above the entire Hanhai Demonic Dao General Altar seemed to pale in comparison to the mighty one.

Those demonic monks were affected by Zheng Yi's way of the demon, and their entire bodies stiffened there, motionless. They were successively defiled by the demon's blood-forming sword and swallowed into the knife.

For a moment, the bald monk was almost frightened to death.

His calves were trembling.

But he found that Zheng Yi had missed him alone and did not kill him.

How can I bear it at this time?

He was so frightened that he ran away.

Behind him, the devil-turned-blood-god sword was wreaking havoc. Under the criss-crossing light of the blood god, it was impossible to see clearly how the rows of demon monks died.

Just two trembling demon-turned-blood swords, pointed towards the void, and the invisible blood-colored sword light was enough to destroy these seemingly ferocious demonic monks.

"Run quickly and inform the headquarters that there is a strong enemy!"

The bald demon cultivator let out a shrill scream, turned around suddenly, and rushed towards the depths of the island at a speed that was not suitable for his body shape.

Facing such a terrifying enemy, Baldhead didn't even have the desire to resist, and a deep feeling of powerlessness arose from deep in his heart.

"Everyone has come, please stay!"

Zheng Yi took a look and said this lightly.

The bald head flew straight into the distance, leaving footprints in the void step by step, and followed.

Behind him, the Heavenly Demon Blood Magic Sword does not need his control. Two blood-colored demonic shadows like full-moon scimitars are constantly waving in the air. The terrifying invisible blood-colored sword energy has greatly increased its power, let alone Trash such as Zifu and Foundation Establishment can be easily killed by ordinary monks in the Dan Formation stage.

It is no exaggeration to say that wherever the Heavenly Demon Blood Sword passes, there is no enemy at all.

This is still not under Zheng Yi's control.

Just relying on the Heavenly Demon Transformation Blood Divine Sword, a peerless and ferocious demonic weapon, to attack on its own, it was invincible. Under the blood light, each demonic monk did not even have time to scream, and without any sense of jerkiness, it was easy to do so. Get killed.

After waving a few times, countless surrounding buildings collapsed, countless figures fell, leaving behind a dense mass of corpses.

A grand demonic shadow enveloped the entire island.

Blocked all atmosphere.

Even the nearby Dragon Island couldn't feel it at all.

Two blood-colored haloes ascended to the sky, replacing the moon in the sky, replacing the formation of the entire Vast Sea Demonic Dao Altar, and becoming the new center, blocking everything and controlling everything.

Except for the bald monk, everything the demonic shadow passed turned into corpses.

Then it turned into blood and merged into the Demonic Blood Magic Sword. Even their souls struggled endlessly in pain, and were finally swallowed by the demon sword.

Zheng Yi was still taking his time. There was a demon-turned-blood sword covering the entire island, and all areas were controlled by the demon's ways. He was not worried about anything slipping through the net.

His footsteps passed through the area covered with blood, and he continued to follow the direction in which the bald monk escaped.

"A pill-forming monk can be considered a high-level person!"

"Follow him, and you should be able to find the core secret of the vast sea of ​​demons..."

Zheng Yi's feet were neither fast nor slow. Every time he took a step, there was a flash of blood-colored light and shadow in the sky. Countless demonic monks fell to the ground. Wherever they passed, a long string of corpses were left behind. They were almost everywhere. , an extremely tragic scene.

But the scarier thing is yet to come.

As the blood-colored magic sword trembled in the sky, the endless corpses of the demon monks and their souls fell into darkness forever, turned into blood, and disappeared into the magic sword every drop.

The main one is one.

No waste.

(End of this chapter)